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Wilson walked into the quiet, dark room, he saw House standing there. It seem like he didn’t move an inch. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder to show his support. House glanced at the hand for a quick second and looked back to the body.
“It’s almost time to go.” Wilson informed him.
House just nodded in acknowledgement. Wilson looked over his friend and to the lifeless body in front of them.
“There was nothing you could’ve done.” Wilson told him.
“I know.” House said silently.
Wilson couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty for not being suspicious after she hadn’t shown up at the airport, where they planned to meet.
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3 weeks ago
Cuddy leaned on the inside of the car door and looked out the window. The cab drove at an even speed, allowing Cuddy to look out the window and not get dizzy, as she let her thoughts slowly consume her. Her worries started to sneakily make their way to the front of her mind.
Sitting right next to her, Wilson saw this. He saw her demeanor changed through the reflection on the window.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” Wilson reassured her.
Surprised, Cuddy jumped a bit before turning around and facing him. It took her a second to register what he just told her and to respond.
“I know everything is going to be okay. I’m just going to another conference.” She responded.
“Not that, the hospital. Everything will be fine.”
“But I left House in charge and you know how he can be.” She starred out at the window once more.
“You just need to have a little faith in him.” Wilson placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I know that, but—”
…bandits have struck again, but this time in Delaware! As they continue their journey up North, they seem to be causing more trouble and death…
“Can you please turn that off?” Cuddy asked the driver.
“Oh sorry Miss.” He apologized turning off the radio.
“So, as you were saying?” Wilson asked, not letting Cuddy off the hook.
“I know I need to have faith in him, but well he’s House, you know how he is.”
“Just relax I’m sure House isn’t going to harm the hospital. Trust him.”
Cuddy smiled a little at her friend’s optimism and faith in their colleague. She sat back and decided to relax and take her long time friend’s word. The rest of the ride to the airport was calm and full of random conversations and a little gossip about the hospital.
“Okay so I’ll meet you here to carpool again?” Wilson asked taking Cuddy’s bags out of the trunk of the cab.
She took them from him and set them down on the ground, thanking him for helping her.
“Yeah that and if the conference is extended I’ll call you.” She informed him.
“Alright well see you in 3 weeks.” They parted their separate way and headed to catch their flights.
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1 week later
It has only been a week and Cuddy had already started worrying again. No one had called her with any complaints or anything, and for some weird reason that worried her more than anything. She paced around her hotel room praying and waiting for someone, anyone to call her even if it was just to tell her that everything was fine.
…hitting Pennsylvania, the bandits have once again successfully robed and even killed many people…
Cuddy turned off the television trying to focus on her own worries as she continued to pace. Her phone was lying there, on her bag just waiting to ring. When it began ringing, Cuddy practically ran to it and answered. She took a second to say anything and to collect her thoughts.
“Hello?” Cuddy answered.
“Hey Cuddy,” It was Wilson, “Just checking up on you.”
“Oh Wilson, it’s just you.” She sat down on her bed and rested her head in her hand, pouting a bit.
“Ouch, that almost hurt.” Wilson said.
“I’m sorry Wilson I didn’t mean that. I was just hoping for the hospital to call about something House did.
“Wait, you actually want them to complain?”
“Well, no but it would be reassuring.”
“Reassuring of what? That you really shouldn’t trust him?”
“No of course not. I just want one of them to call with a complaint or even to tell me everything is perfectly fine.”
“Just call them, then.”
“Why, it would be like I didn’t trust him.”
“Do you trust him?
“Yes! Of course, I just want to make sure everything is okay.”
“Then call and just pretend you forgot to mention something dire.”
“Well, I did forget to tell them something. I guess I can give it a try.”
“Alright, now if you call and House answers all happy and there is music in the background then you should worry.”
Cuddy laughs a little.
“Alright well talk to you later, bye.” She hung up.
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Special thanks to my new Beta TVmind for editing my mistakes and if the characters or OOC I am raelly sorry! Please comment
Wilson walked into the quiet, dark room, he saw House standing there. It seem like he didn’t move an inch. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder to show his support. House glanced at the hand for a quick second and looked back to the body.
“It’s almost time to go.” Wilson informed him.
House just nodded in acknowledgement. Wilson looked over his friend and to the lifeless body in front of them.
“There was nothing you could’ve done.” Wilson told him.
“I know.” House said silently.
Wilson couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty for not being suspicious after she hadn’t shown up at the airport, where they planned to meet.
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3 weeks ago
Cuddy leaned on the inside of the car door and looked out the window. The cab drove at an even speed, allowing Cuddy to look out the window and not get dizzy, as she let her thoughts slowly consume her. Her worries started to sneakily make their way to the front of her mind.
Sitting right next to her, Wilson saw this. He saw her demeanor changed through the reflection on the window.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” Wilson reassured her.
Surprised, Cuddy jumped a bit before turning around and facing him. It took her a second to register what he just told her and to respond.
“I know everything is going to be okay. I’m just going to another conference.” She responded.
“Not that, the hospital. Everything will be fine.”
“But I left House in charge and you know how he can be.” She starred out at the window once more.
“You just need to have a little faith in him.” Wilson placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I know that, but—”
…bandits have struck again, but this time in Delaware! As they continue their journey up North, they seem to be causing more trouble and death…
“Can you please turn that off?” Cuddy asked the driver.
“Oh sorry Miss.” He apologized turning off the radio.
“So, as you were saying?” Wilson asked, not letting Cuddy off the hook.
“I know I need to have faith in him, but well he’s House, you know how he is.”
“Just relax I’m sure House isn’t going to harm the hospital. Trust him.”
Cuddy smiled a little at her friend’s optimism and faith in their colleague. She sat back and decided to relax and take her long time friend’s word. The rest of the ride to the airport was calm and full of random conversations and a little gossip about the hospital.
“Okay so I’ll meet you here to carpool again?” Wilson asked taking Cuddy’s bags out of the trunk of the cab.
She took them from him and set them down on the ground, thanking him for helping her.
“Yeah that and if the conference is extended I’ll call you.” She informed him.
“Alright well see you in 3 weeks.” They parted their separate way and headed to catch their flights.
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1 week later
It has only been a week and Cuddy had already started worrying again. No one had called her with any complaints or anything, and for some weird reason that worried her more than anything. She paced around her hotel room praying and waiting for someone, anyone to call her even if it was just to tell her that everything was fine.
…hitting Pennsylvania, the bandits have once again successfully robed and even killed many people…
Cuddy turned off the television trying to focus on her own worries as she continued to pace. Her phone was lying there, on her bag just waiting to ring. When it began ringing, Cuddy practically ran to it and answered. She took a second to say anything and to collect her thoughts.
“Hello?” Cuddy answered.
“Hey Cuddy,” It was Wilson, “Just checking up on you.”
“Oh Wilson, it’s just you.” She sat down on her bed and rested her head in her hand, pouting a bit.
“Ouch, that almost hurt.” Wilson said.
“I’m sorry Wilson I didn’t mean that. I was just hoping for the hospital to call about something House did.
“Wait, you actually want them to complain?”
“Well, no but it would be reassuring.”
“Reassuring of what? That you really shouldn’t trust him?”
“No of course not. I just want one of them to call with a complaint or even to tell me everything is perfectly fine.”
“Just call them, then.”
“Why, it would be like I didn’t trust him.”
“Do you trust him?
“Yes! Of course, I just want to make sure everything is okay.”
“Then call and just pretend you forgot to mention something dire.”
“Well, I did forget to tell them something. I guess I can give it a try.”
“Alright, now if you call and House answers all happy and there is music in the background then you should worry.”
Cuddy laughs a little.
“Alright well talk to you later, bye.” She hung up.
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Special thanks to my new Beta TVmind for editing my mistakes and if the characters or OOC I am raelly sorry! Please comment
