All right, here we go, new chapter! Go me! This idea kept on nagging me so I finally put it to rest with this chapter. I love this chapter and I hope you guys do too! Disclaimer: I do not, yet again, own anything. I do own Kara, and Skyler, and anything unfamiliar. Please enjoy! There's one word in here: aspethisis. I have no idea if it's spelled right, so I did it the best I could. It's a mold.

Chapter Nineteen: Incarcerated

"We're not going to kill you, Wilson. You can tell us." Cuddy told him as Wilson hesitated. He looked a little worried that they might be mad at him if he said whatever he was going to say. More likely, they would be relieved.

"At least, not yet." House added happily, smirking at his friend. He ignored Cuddy's hateful gaze at him.

"Well, the other day Kara had come to me. She said that she told you that she was going to the bathroom." Wilson began slowly, trying to find the best words to use so they didn't feel it was entirely their fault and get mad at him for not saying something sooner. He never thought he would have too. "Remember when she asked me about the whole family ordeal. Well, yesterday she told me I was wrong. She seemed very unhappy that you two were uncomfortable with letting your parents know and such. All the tension and such. Was there anything that you said that made her go over the edge?"

Cuddy and House were quiet for a moment. "What did you say, House?" Cuddy asked quickly, pinning the blame on him.

"What makes you think that I made our daughter run away?" House asked irritably.

"What makes me not think it was you?" She countered easily. "You are always getting patients outraged. I wouldn't be blaming you if you didn't have a record." She told him.

"Hold on." Wilson said quickly. There was only one reason why he wanted to stop the fight before it got ugly. He was in-between them. "You might not have said anything in front of her. She could have accidentally overheard you."

"We..." Cuddy trailed off, remembering their conversation from last night. "Oh, god, House." She looked over at him. "Remember our little talk about going back in time and fixing the problem?" Cuddy sighed and reached over and slapped House on the arm. "It's all your fault!" The doorbell rang and Wilson bolted up for it, not looking forward to what might come next.

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Kara walked down the deserted street quietly, hands shoved in her pockets, and her mind on other things then where she was walking. Earnest's advice was still bouncing around in her mind, but because she was so obstinate, she didn't want to go. It was chilly for starting to get to the middle of the day. Usually the sun was up by now, but gray clouds covered the entire sky and she could tell that it would rain sooner or later. "To go or not to go...that is the question." Kara said softly to herself, stopping and looking up at a light pole.

Suddenly, the noise of something on loose gravel caught her attention. She stiffened and began walking, but this time her pace had quickened. She kept her head down and her brown hair acted as a curtain so she could only look at the ground. The crunching noises were still there behind her and now she could hear the soft engine. Slowly, she looked to her side and sighed as an all too familiar white car pulled along beside her and onto the curb in front of her to prevent her from going on. The door opened and a tall man exited the car, closing the door with a slam. His boots clicked against the pavement as he approached Kara. He stopped just a few feet away from her. "It's been awhile hasn't it?" He asked, his hand resting on his gun.

Kara looked up and offered a smile at the man. "Hey, Officer Mitchell. I thought you said you didn't want to see me around these parts again?" She asked, trying to laugh it off.

"I did, but when I get a call about some lost looking kid wandering around with nothing but mischief probably on their mind, I have to check it out." He answered, taking his arms and crossing them over his chest now.

"Mischief? Me? Never!" Kara said seriously, shaking her head.

Officer Mitchell gave her a skeptical look. "All right, Kara, you know the drill." He said.

Kara sighed. "Fine, but before we do the 'drill', if I lay down, can you draw me with that little chalk you have?" Kara asked optimistically. From the look of Officer Mitchell's face, it was a no. Kara rolled her eyes and lifted up her arms as he handcuffed them together. She walked with him to the back of the cop car and slid into the back. It wasn't one of those fancy police cars that one sees in the movies and stuff. It was one of the old ones in those classic movies except this one needed a couple of touch ups.

She stayed quiet for most of the ride. "This is messed up, you know that, right?" She asked him, peering at him through the bars.

Officer Mitchell snorted and pulled into the small excuse of a jail parking lot. He parked the car and got out, opening the door for Kara. She walked beside him to the inside of the jail and followed him to the swiveling chair before sliding the handcuffs off of her wrists. "What happened to your TV?" She asked as she noticed it wasn't there.

"It was acting up, I hit it, and it went crashing to the ground." He answered, taking his handcuffs back and going to his mini refrigerator that he kept in here. He pulled out a box of Ding Dongs and threw one at Kara and grabbing one for him too. Kara opened it and bit into the chocolate goodness as he sat down in the chair opposite of Kara. "I haven't seen you in awhile."

"I got really sick and then I found my parents. Go figure." Kara said quickly, her mouth full of food.

Officer Mitchell looked up. "Yeah." He said, finishing up his Ding Dong. "Can I have your phone number to call your parents? They must be worried."

Kara rolled her eyes and told him the number. They might not be that worried.

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"And how tall is she?" The officer asked, looking up at Wilson, Cuddy, and House. The officer was writing the things down on a pad of paper as they described their missing daughter.

"She's about..." House trailed off, looking at Cuddy for help.

"Um, I'd say five foot one." Cuddy answered, unsure of the answer herself. It wasn't like she measured Kara.

"Short." The officer improvised, scribbling that down on his paper. "Hair color? Eye color?"

"Brown. Blue." House answered quickly.

"Uh-huh? Any idea where she might have run off to?" The officer asked, looking up at them from his glasses.

Cuddy and House were quiet. "Skyler might know." Wilson offered.

The officer sighed and closed his pad. "All right, well, I'll put this out to all the officers around here. You might want to call her friend. Now, excuse me, I have to go." He reached out and shook Wilson's hand. "I hope you find your daughter soon." He said, nodding to Wilson and then to Cuddy. He gave a hesitant smile at House before letting himself out.

"No wonder I hate cops." House muttered underneath his breath.

Cuddy, with a smile on her lips, rolled her eyes and reached for the phone, but before she could start punching in the numbers, the phone rang. "Hello?" She answered. "Yes, this is Ms. Cuddy, why?...Oh my god, she is! Is she okay?...Okay, we'll be right over!" She hung up and looked at House. "Kara's in jail!" She exclaimed.

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Officer Mitchell hung up and turned to look at Kara, who was staring around the jail. "So, how's life on Crap Street been?" Kara asked, putting her hands on her stomach and looking over at Officer Mitchell. He frowned at her. Crap Street was Kara's name for this part of town. There was nothing good that could be found here, except for maybe Earnest and Officer Mitchell.

"I don't know. Ask him." Officer Mitchell said, jerking his thumb over to the cells.

Kara frowned but got up and headed over to the cells. A short, scrawny young man sat in the corner of the cell, his gray shirt smudged with dirt and was way too big for him, and his jeans ripped as well. He looked up. "Dennis?!" Kara asked, her eyes widening.

"Hey, Kara!" Dennis exclaimed, grinning wickedly and walking to the bars. "I haven't seen you in like...forever."

"I know. Why are you in here again?" Kara asked. Dennis, who was seventeen, was a local around here and she had seen him before on many trips to Earnest. Skyler, once she had seen him, had fallen for him for the longest time before finally giving it up that she wasn't going to get him. Dennis kept to himself mostly. It was soon after that when Officer Mitchell took Kara in from her visit to Earnest so she could wait for Ms. Charles to come pick her up, that she found out that Dennis had been in jail for many times.

"What do you think? Marijuana, of course. I was just walking and doing my business when Officer Mitchell over here..." Dennis explained, giving a tired look at him.

"Dennis, you were so high and you were trying to sell it to an old lady." Officer Mitchell interjected quickly, frowning at Dennis as he approached Kara's side.

"She looked different..." He added on. "All right, Officer Mitchell, since the whole gang is here, how about we do what we always do?" He looked up at Officer Mitchell with a sly grin.

"I'm a changed man." Officer Mitchell told him seriously.

Kara and Dennis laughed. "If you're a changed man, Officer Mitchell. Then I'm not a druggie." Dennis advised him.

Officer Mitchell rolled his eyes and opened the cell doors for him, which wasn't really necessary. "I guess so, but this is the last time." He closed the cell after Dennis exited and tossed him the handcuffs that never worked right. "Mainly because I'm running out of Kara's type." He said. Kara and Dennis smirked at each other and followed Officer Mitchell to his desk. That was the one thing that set Officer Mitchell apart from all the other officers. He had this thing where as long as someone didn't pitch a fit and didn't kill anyone, he'd let that person off after spending some time in jail. Officer Mitchell, being the only cop there at the jail, befriended anyone who got stuck in the jail with him. Most of the people who got stuck in there, knew that the cells never locked and the handcuffs didn't work, but they went along with it because if they didn't act out, Officer Mitchell wouldn't put anything bad against their record. And if one kept being friends with Officer Mitchell, one would get privileges. Like how Dennis could smoke his joint in the jail, but only when Officer Mitchell was smoking his cigarettes. He was totally against Kara smoking anything, so Officer Mitchell would get Candy Cigarettes so Kara wouldn't have to be left out, since Dennis called the jail his home practically.

"So, who are your parents anyway?" Officer Mitchell asked.

"You know Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital?" Kara asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah, that big hospital they have over there." He answered, nodding his head.

"My mom is the Dean of Medicine there. Dr. Lisa Cuddy. My dad's the infamous diagnostician there, Dr. Gregory House." I explained, sucking on the candy stick happily.

Officer Mitchell stared at Kara for a moment. "Boy, you better hurry up with your joint before those doctors come." He told Dennis, pointing his cigarette at him.

Dennis muttered something unintelligible and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "Why do your parents have different last names?" He asked.

"They're not married." I answered.

"So, you're a love child?" Dennis said, opening the eye closest to Kara.

"Dennis!" Officer Mitchell snapped, sending him a wary glance. Kara sighed. "Well, at least you found your parents. You know, we should wait outside for them." He offered, starting to get up.

"In here's good." Kara told him, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you want to go outside?"

"Because I don't want them freaking out about all the cancer causing agents in here. The smoke from my cigarette. Mr. Mojo over there smoking his marijuana. The mold growing inside of the walls. I'm pretty sure that's aspethisis growing over there." He pointed to a patch of mold that Kara hadn't seen on the ceiling.

Kara smirked. "My parents won't freak out. Besides, I'm pretty sure my dad's a druggie too. Got himself stuck on Vicodin." She said, nodding her head and looking at Dennis.

"Vicodin?" Dennis asked calmly. "Whatever it is, I want some."

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Finally, the door opened and Cuddy rushed into the jail. Kara was probably frightened and crying. She just wanted to get her out of the jail as fast as she could. There was no way she was going to let House have the chance to say something about his experience in jail. She reached the office and stopped dead at the sight of what met her. The officer was leaning back in a chair, feet on the desk, and smoking a cigarette. A boy beside Kara was smoking something else and Cuddy was most definitely aware that it wasn't a cigarette. But the sight that shocked her most was Kara, who had a cigarette in her mouth. "Oh my god! Kara!" She shrieked, rushing over there and ripping it out of Kara's mouth and stomping on it. House and Wilson exchanged glances as they entered the jail to see Cuddy stomping on something.

The officer removed his boots from his desk and took the cigarette out of his mouth slowly. "Ma'am..." He began.

"How could you let her smoke? She's thirteen for God's sake!" She yelled venomously.

House's eyes narrowed as he glanced over at the officer. "Mom!" Kara snapped quickly, jumping up. Cuddy turned to face her daughter. "Officer Mitchell wouldn't let me smoke a cigarette."

"Then what, young lady, was that thing in your mouth?" Cuddy asked, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her eyebrows.

"It was a Candy Cigarette. That was what I was trying to tell you, ma'am." Officer Mitchell said, holding out the bright red package.

Cuddy stared at it quietly. "Nice." House spoke up. "Kara, come on, time to go." He said, motioning to her and then looking at Officer Mitchell, who nodded with endorsement. Kara nodded and started towards her father. "Cuddles, you promised you wouldn't go to fantasyland until this evening." He added, falling instep behind his daughter. Cuddy broke her gaze from the Candy Cigarettes and glared at the back of House's head.

Wilson glanced around the jail. "You should really get someone over here. Someone could get sick." He offered helpfully before following Cuddy and House out.

Kara slipped into the backseat of the car and watched as the adults huddled together for a minute, talking about something. Finally, they parted and House slipped into the backseat with Kara and Cuddy in the passenger seat with Wilson in the driver's. "Am I in trouble?" Kara asked House quietly, looking up at him carefully.

He glanced down at her. "We'll see, now zip your lips, and be quiet." He answered.

Kara nodded, wondering if she should fear for her life. "Why is Wilson here?" She asked. She couldn't help herself.

"Because your father, instead of calling the police, called him instead." Cuddy answered, glaring at him. Wilson shifted uncomfortably in the seat. "Not that we don't mind you, Wilson, it's just you think he would have called the police first." She assured Wilson. Kara pressed herself farther into the seat as she looked out the window. She couldn't wait until they got home. Then the questioning would begin. She was sure of it.

Hope you like it! I liked this chapter! The next one...well...something going to happen between Kara and House's dad.