Thanks for all the great reviews! You see what happens when you stroke my ego? You get a shiny new fic to read! PS- Dr. Steel is awesome. Just FYI. Anyway, short chapter, next one will be longer.
Dr. Gregory House looked out the sliding glass door that led to the balcony of his hotel room and sighed. Outside, rain lashed across Seattle in thick sheets, pouring down from the dark sky in a seemingly never-ending deluge.
House reaches into his pocket, pulling out a bottle of Vicodin and dry swallowing one of the large round pills, washing it down with a long pull of Bordeaux, straight from the bottle. House tossed the now empty bottle unto a room service cart. House looked at the laden cart and smiled.
Between the steak, lobster and wine, he'd ordered he knew he'd racked up the room service tab that would give Cuddy and aneurism. And he was only on lunch…
House hobbled over to the bed, flopped down on the cheap bedspread and flipped the TV on, planning on ordering a movie or two over the hotels rental system…not that he planned on watching it.
He was debating which of the multitude of the available porn movies would have the most interesting effect when it showed up on Cuddy's expense report when someone started knocking on the door to his room.
Muttering darkly, House heaved himself to his feet and limped to the door. He threw it open, expecting it to be Cuddy, coming early to make sure he made it to the lecture he'd been press ganged into giving on time.
Instead, he found himself with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
he stared, dumbfounded, as the blond stranger sized him up with topaz colored eyes.
"Hi."
"Huh." House answered, jaw dropped.
"I'm Rosalie…" the blond said, looking slightly uncomfortable at House's slack jawed expression.
"Huh."
"Are you…Dr. House?"
House shook his head, as if to clear it.
"Sure am." he said, before glancing at his watch, "And you're early."
Rosalie looked confused,
"What are you talking about?"
"I told your agency that I wanted you here after five…and it's only eleven." House looked at Rosalie again, "And I ordered a brunette. But what the hell, right?"
"You…think I'm a hooker?" Rosalie demanded,
House raised an eyebrow,
"If you're not, that would definitely but a damper on my evening."
Rosalie glared back at the cantankerous doctor,
"I'll take that as a no. Well, why are you here then?"
"My sister is sick, Dr. House," Rosalie started to explain,
"Great. Well, I tell you what, you can take her to this place called a hospital…not sure how to say that in blond, but just make sure not to take her to the same place that does you nose jobs, ok?"
Rosalie let out an angry hiss before growling,
"Listen very carefully, cripple…"
House smiled slightly, before slamming the door in Rosalie's face.
Less than half a second later, Rosalie began pounding on it again.
House threw it open again,
"I'm note sure how they say I don't care in Seattle, put I thought I made it pretty clear that…" House yelled, until Rosalie reached up and rapped him on the forehead with her index finger.
House recoiled from the blow like he'd just been punched in the head by a prize fighter, a surprised expression on his face before his eye rolled back and he fell unconscious to the floor of the hotel room. With Rose's enhanced strength, what seemed like a light tap had carried the force of a blow from baseball bat.
The blond vampire snorted in derision before scooping up the unconscious human.
Making sure the hallway was empty, she dashed to the trash chute by the floor's ice machine, yanked open the stainless steel door covering it, and dropped House down it.
Six stories below, Emmet waited patiently, standing astride the dumpster at the bottom of the chute, waiting for his mate to drop the human doctor down it, which, if things were going to plan, should be about…now.
The massive vampire saw unconscious House hurtling down the shaft, and, timing perfect, he leapt up to lightly catch him before his limp body smashed into the steel container his second kidnapper had been standing on.
"And the crowd goes wild…" he said aloud, before rushing over to his parked Jeep and duct taping Houses' hand behind him.
Emmet had just stuffed the doctor's head into a black pillow case when Rosalie appeared at his side,
"It's kind of creepy how well Bella planned this out…" she said, helping Emmet toss the bound and blindfolded into the Jeeps cargo bay, "
"Little sister is just full of surprises, huh, babe? She still hasn't come clean about how the cottage Esme got her and Edward collapsed…"
Rose rolled her eyes,
"After we spent a month restoring it. Anyway, lets get going before the feds show up, okay?"
"No problem." Emmet slammed the Jeeps rear hatch shut before he and Rose leapt into the passenger compartment and sped off down the alley the hotels trash bins were located.
Back at the hotel, Dr. Lisa Cuddy was banging impatiently on her colleague's door,
"House! Your giving that speech in twenty minutes!"
Silence.
"House! If you don't open this door in five seconds, you're going to owe me eight extra weeks of clinic duty! House!"
Silence again
"Oh that's it!" Cuddy pulled a small key card out of her pocket and slipped it into the reader over the doorknob before kicking the door to House's room open.
"You weren't expecting that were…" she looked around at the empty room in surprise,
"Oh no."
She checked the bathroom, and found no sign of House,
"Oh you childish jerk." she ground out, teeth clenched.
He was going to pay for this.
Dearly.