Who else was angry that House was pre-empted last night because of the race? I know I was! Anyway, only a few more chapters for part 1 of this story. I'm still working on part 2, but I was really hoping that last night's episode would help me with the canon for it. Can I grumble again about that? Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 13

Although her passport hadn't expired, her driver's license had. Running a golf cart around the island was a lot different than driving a car, so Julia took a taxi to the jail where House was being held.

She marched right up to the desk sergeant and said, "I'd like to see Dr. Gregory House, please."

"No visitors."

"Excuse me?"

"He doesn't want any visitors."

She took a deep breath. "Sir, I have come a very long way and I intend to see him. I really don't care what he wants, I must see him."

The office looked at her and the determination on her face, then shrugged and nodded. He picked up the phone beside him, punched in a number and said something to the person who answered,

When he hung up, he looked at Julia and said, "Go down that hall. An officer will meet you and take you to the prisoner."

"Thank you." She said, cringing at the words 'the prisoner.'

She followed his instructions and was met by an officer who led her into a room with a long table in the middle that cut it in half and had a wire mesh screen above it that separated visitors from prisoners. She sat at one of the chairs near the table and waited.

About twenty minutes later, the door on the other end of the room opened and House shuffled in wearing an orange jumpsuit and with his hands manacled together.

It broke her heart to see him like that, but what was worse was the anger on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he said in an angry whisper, since he knew the cop was at the end of the room listening for trouble.

"You didn't say goodbye to me."

"Is that it? Okay, sorry, goodbye. Have a nice life. Now you can fly out of here."

"Greg, why did you leave like that and come back here to give yourself up?"

"You told me to."

"What? I did not!"

"You told me I was an attempted murderer and I should go to hell. So I did."

Tears started to pool in her eyes. "Oh, Greg, you know I didn't mean that! If you'd waited until morning, I would have apologized for what I said. I am so sorry."

He knew that was true and that she was sincere in her apology. He also knew that he should be apologizing to her as well, but that was beyond him.

Besides, what was the point?

"Okay, you've apologized. I accept it. Done. You need to leave now and not come back."

"I'm not leaving. I'm staying until your trial."

"No trial."

"What do you mean? Everyone is entitled to—"

"I pled guilty and made a deal with the D.A. There's a hearing on Monday, that's it."

She thought about that. "Okay, I guess I see your point. You did it, so show your remorse by pleading guilty and get it over with. Okay, that's good. What was the deal? Probation? Community service?"

"One year."

"One year of probation?"

"One year of prison."

She was shocked. "What? Why? For extreme vandalism? It's a misdemeanor at worst. I've seen rapists and murderers not get that long in jail."

"Aggravated assault, which is a felony."

"You pled to aggravated assault? Why would your lawyer let you do that?"

"He's a real moron."

"I'll say! Well, maybe we can fire him and tell the judge you were not informed correctly and—"

"Julia, I didn't hire a lawyer."

"They appointed one? Well, we can still…"

"I didn't have a lawyer."

She stared at him, then shook her head. "You've heard the saying, correct? About the man that represents himself has a fool for a client?"

"That'd be about right."

"Greg, this is ridiculous, you shouldn't be getting a year for what you did!'

"I deserve it."

"You do not! And for that matter, why aren't you out on bail?"

"Flight risk. The bail was too high."

"I'll take care of that. I'll have you out today."

"Julia, the bail was set at $100,000. You can't afford that."

She smiled. "Heiress, remember?"

"You want to use that money for the island."

"I do, but there is nothing that says I can't use some for myself as well."

He was silent, staring at her, his blue eyes boring into her for several minutes before he spoke. "Julia, you shouldn't do this. You need to go back to the island and forget you ever met me."

"I can't do that. You're sort of unforgettable."

"You're thinking you can save the world by saving me, but you can't. I agreed to the deal. I'm not going back on it now. I'm spending the next year in prison."

She swallowed hard to hide her emotion. "If that's what you want, then I'll support you in that. But there's no reason you can't be out on bail until Monday. We can at least have this weekend."

"What would be the point?"

"The point would be that I traveled all the way from San P to New Jersey and I should at least get to spend some time with you before you go to prison."

He looked at her face, so full of care and affection and knew that he couldn't refuse her this. He nodded. "Okay."

Well, you all knew he had to come back and do his time, so no complaints! Reviews are gold to writers!