Wilson looks up and fallows him to the door, "Because I love you back. It did take awhile for me to actually realize it." He wished he knew what more to say. He really couldn't find all the right words at the moment to say all the feelings he wanted to. He carefully lays his fork down on his plate still full of noodles. "I am not good with words House. I am sure that is one of the reasons my wives dumped me." He sighs and runs his fingers threw his wet hair. "Come on and eat before it gets cold."

House nods and sits back down. His heart is much lighter, but he worries have may upset his friend. Reaching for Wilson's free hand across the table Greg gives it a squeeze. He lays into the food on the table eating heartily. Nearing the end of his portion and his beer, the phone rings from the diagnostician's pocket. He looks at the number and shuts it off. The other doctor's questioning look makes him snort. "It's just Cameron. Probably wanting my help. I'm going to let them worry a little." The high chirrup interrupts his thoughts. He answers with a gruff hello.

"House it's Cameron...um the little girl you were with this morning...well Cuddy called..." House's eyes widened and he hung up before Cameron finished. He turned to Wilson. "We need to get back to the hospital."

Wilson squeezes House's hand tightly, "I am OK House. I am not upset at you at all. I am just thinking is all and nothing bad bout you or your daughter." He smiles at House and finishes his meal down quickly rather hungry. He gets up and moves to put the left overs away in the fridge. He chuckles, "Yea I wouldn't be surprised if that is what the issue is. They are probably beyond happy you are back. Even without being allowed to practice medicine"

Wilson looks at House quickly, "Shit....NOT good."

Long fingers find a constant rhythm on the side of the car window. The rhythm gets more and more intense as they near the hospital. House suddenly slams his hand onto the dashboard. "THAT STUPID BITCH! If I loose my child I swear to God!" He grinds his teeth and tries desperately to calm down. Everything in his body screams for him to do something, to protect his daughter.

When they reach the hospital House races from the car and heads inside. He wants to wring Cuddy's neck, how dare she. HOW DARE SHE!

Wilson moves fast to grab House before he did anything really stupid to Cuddy, "I know. I KNOW. Come on we need to get to room first and make sure everything was alright." He has a hand on House's shoulder and squeezes it tightly. Unknown to ethier how wrong Wilson was in thinking everything would be fine. Two woman were in the room with the shades pulled for privacy.

One was dressed as a nurse who looked to be checking the girl over and washing her again. On her little name tag was another woman's face and name all together. "Would have been damn easier if they damn fallowed directions on their own. I know that creep wouldn't do it." She moves a piece of auburn hair behind her ear taking a needle from her pocket. "Or they stupidly didn't read the note. PFT, hell doctors are such pompus asses...should have taken her to a fucking vet like the little bitch deserved." Popping the needle into a vein she stands back and throws out in the shards bin and the gloves in the trash. Knowing the drugs would work damn fast in someone so small to end her life without her even waking up to know what happened.

The other dressed as a social worker sighs softly holding her clip bored looking bored. Looking similar to the woman who had dropped the girl off to the clinic. "Tell me about it." She spins her green eyes slowly and plays with her short black hair that made it to her shoulders spinning it lazily with her finger. "Yea know he will be back right? And you know what we will have to do right?"

The nurse nods and smirks, "The son of a bitch would deserve it." Hidden away carefully both woman were hiding small guns ready to take out anyone trying to stop them.

House open's the door to the room ignoring the fact that the shades had been drawn. He balks for a moment at the two women standing in his daughter's room. Immediately a sense of dread washes over him. One is a social worker, though no the one who usually handle's the hospital's cases and the other one of the nurses....no House looked at the woman again noticing a very unfamiliar face. He may have been gone for the last few months, but he could still tell when something wasn't right. Then he saw the ID tag.

The grip on his cane became tighter as he looked the two of them over. "Who the hell are you and what the Fuck are you doing in my daughter's room?"

Wilson was right behind him and moves House carefully more into the room. But before he could even say or do anything the woman with the clip board had her gun out and slams it HARD into the side of Wilson's skull.. Dropping him like a fly on the floor. Moving fast she locks the door and flips the lights out. The only light was the errrie glow from a over head patient night light. "You men never LEARN DO YOU?" She smirks coldly at House.

The nurse looks at House pointing her gun at him, "So, why didn't you fallow directions pretty boy huh? You couldn't before I knew that. But I thought you changed with the little...mental melt down you had." She states in a almost purring voice. Behind her his daughter's vitals rapidly drop. Alarms and call buttons were cut along with everything else in the room to get help outside the room. "You are a pompous ass who needs to be smacked down a few pegs."

House immediately drops to his knees and checks Wilson's vitals making sure the women have only knocked out the man. The gun doesn't frighten him, what freezes the blood in his veins is the sounds of his daughter's machines going off telling the world that she was dieing. He knew that the nurses would be here in a manner of seconds then they'd notice the locked door and get security. House stands back up to his full height keeping Wilson behind him. He glares at the women in the dark. "What do you want? I don't even know who you are, but if you want to get revenge you attack me, but leave her out of this. She's a child for god's sake!"

House walks closer to the gun woman. The gun presses against his chest. "Either kill me or get out. Because in less than a minute security will be here with the keys to open this room. You won't make it out of here alive." The women glare at him. "Now tell me what the hell have you done to my daughter?"

"You really should have put her to sleep like the note said you ass.", the social worker stands behind House. Her gun pointed at his back. So he a gun pressed on his chest and one on his back. "As for help coming. no help will be coming. We already took care of that." She laughs and shakes her head, "You REALLY don't remember her at least?" She points to the nurse, "Her husband was a former patient of yours that you unlovingly killed."

"an eye for an eye ass. And the woman behind you was caring for this thing in the bed.", the nurse smirks. "You wont be getting away House." She stands in front his daughters bed as the vitals finally drop to 0.

"She's just a child fucking bitches. You wanna take a life then do it shoot me!" House moves slowly so the women don't notice. He brings his cane into the gut of the nurse and slams his heel down on the front of the foot of the social worker. The nurse looses the gun and House grabs at it. Falling to the floor he points it upwards at the social worker and pulls the trigger. His aim is slightly off and he clips her shoulder. She drops her gun and it's lost in the darkness of the room. House's heart nearly breaks out of his chest as it hammers against his sternum.

Someone starts to bang on the door. "IN HERE! CALL THE POLICE!" House barks keeping his aim on the highlighted figure.

The steady sound of the flat line in the background. As the social worker snarls in pain as she looses her gun and hits the floor. Shutting up after. Moving to try and find her gun in the dark and take House out. The nurse drops and leaps on House's back now gunless but starts trying to beat the leaving snot out of him and knock him out to get her gun back. Pulling at his hair like an insane woman the minute she finds it, "DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She claws him with fake nails and tries to slam his head onto the floor.

"AAAH!" House lets out a scream as she pulls his hair. He can't get the leverge that he needs to flip he over. He puts the gun to her ribs and pulls the trigger twice. The woman falls off his back letting him move away and get up. He reaches for the other woman on the floor and pulls her away from scrabbling for her gun. House punches her across the face and puts the gun in between her eyes. "I should put a bullet between your eyes. You stupid bitch. Now tell me what the fuck did you do to my daughter?"

The woman snorts and starts to laugh. Not stopping and not answering his question. She shifts a bit to try and grab him. Her eyes huge with some what insane and anger. "HAHAHAHHAHAHAH! NEVER!", she manages to choke out between laughs. "NEVER, NEVER!!!!!!" She goes back to a bought of insane laughter. Enjoying this little sick game. Enjoying it way to much to be normal.

House shoves the barrel of the gun into her shoulder wound digging it in until she screams. "TELL ME." She continues to laugh maniacally and looks at him with insane eyes. He puts the barrel of the gun under the woman's chin "Tell me!" He tries to to get her to talk, but she still laughs like a crazy person. He back hands her with the gun knocking her out. Crawling across the floor he reaches the wall and pulls himself up to turn on the light. First thing he does is unlock the door. Blinking at the suddenly clear room House races forward to his daughter's bedside and starts CPR.

"Honey please, please don't leave me." He's pushed aside as the security and other doctor's flood the room. He crumbles to the floor and reaches for Wilson.

The nurse was dead on the floor and the other that was the social worker is out cold as she was hauled away and quickly by the security guards. Wilson groans and was starting to wake up now with one hell of a headache. His ears assaulted by all the noise now in the room making his poor head hurt more. Shifting he put a hand on his head trying to will the pain and noise away with his eyes still closed.

"House? What the hell happened?", he finally asks. Forcing his eyes open slowly. "It took time before it all sunk in what just happend, "Shit....shit House.." He looks at him worried, upset and scared. "She is dead isn't she?"

"I don't know...Wilson." Uncaring of the others in the room House reaches for Wilson. He wraps his arms around the oncologist's waist. "They gave he something. I couldn't get her to tell me what. It's all my fault, they were after me. I-I...she can't die. Wilson..."

House tucked his head onto Wilson's shoulder. Then the anger flooded him again, he wouldn't let her die. He was the best fucking doctor in this place and he wasn't about to let her die. Standing up he pushed aside one of the drowning physicians. "I need .25 mL of epinephrine. NOW!" A nurse handed him the needle filled with the solution. He felt around his daughters chest, shoving the needle into her heart he pushed the plunger. It started her heart again, though it was irregular. He rattled off a list of other medications and had the nurses intibate the child so she could breathe. "Get a blood panel and find out what they injected her with!"

Wilson slowly sits himself upright and watches him his spot on the floor. He would be fine but a wave of dizziness washes over him the minute he sits up. He watches House from were he was and wasn't truly surprised by any of this. House was House and nobody could stop him from practicing medicine. Not even not being able to do it legally.

Another one of the doctors moves and draws the child's blood. Moving off to the lab to run the blood plannal and hoped they found it fast. Course Cuddy would be beyond pissed he took over this. He shakes his head and would keep his mouth shut...House was right like normal

House moves to check that her IV is secure. He leans over his daughter, "You'll be alright. I promise." The nurses finish making sure she's comfortable and stable. He finds her blanket and rabbit placing them near her, but not where they will get in the way of the tubing and such. He breathed deeply and pulled away for a moment as a nurse asked him to step aside. It's then he notices Wilson sitting on the floor dazed, he probably had a concussion. He knelt on the floor in front of his companion. "Wilson, I need to check you. Follow my finger."

House did a simple neurological exam. Wilson would be alright. Pressing a gentle hand to the other doctor's cheek House leaned in close. "Are you alright?"

Wilson nods and looks into House's eyes, "Yea, I will be alright. I do have one hell of a headache right now." He eyes House and curls a hand around the other males free one. "You alright after all this?" Course he had no clue the extent of what just happened in that room. Having been knocked out cold.

He looks over to his daughter and back at him, "she is damn lucky to have a father like you." She shifts and kisses House's cheek lightly. "This has been one hell of a day hasn't it?"

House leans into the kiss on his cheek. House never loved Wilson more than in that moment. "Let me get one of the nurses to get you something for your head." He grabbed a nurse who handed him some pain meds and an ice pack. He places it on the large knot forming on Wilson's head. "Take these...You can't go to sleep though." Turning to drop the pill wrappings into the trash and he spotted the blood pool on the floor.

The full weight of the situation suddenly hit House like a sack of bricks. He sits on the floor beside Wilson and grasps his hand. He'd killed the woman...fuck...

Wilson pops the pain pills and was glad for them and hopped they would take his pounding headache away. "I don't feel sleepy yet.", he states and slowly holds the ice pack on his head. He sits there wanting to sleep but not wanting to admit it.

He wraps his had around House's and blinks, "House you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost or something." He looks over to the pool of blood and back at House. "what happened anyway?"

House wanted to say that he'd kicked ass and saved the day, but he sure as hell didn't feel that way. "I got one of the guns away from them and shot both of them. The 'nurse' should be dead but the 'social worker' was only clipped. I tried to get her to tell me what they gave me daughter...she's a stuborn bitch." House's voice was cold and monotone. He was obviously sinking into the depths of shock. Standing up he offers a hand to Wilson. "We should move to your office. I need to find out how they got in here."

He leaned Wilson against him and they headed for the door. The nurses were moving the little girl to another room so the police could gather evidence. Not that they'd need any to prosecute. It was then that Cuddy came racing around the corner. She saw the blood on the floor, her face started to pale. House steadied Wilson again the wall. He got up in the hospital administrator's face. "HOW THE HELL DID THOSE TWO GET IN HERE!?"

Wilson sighs, "You killed her in self defense House. Don't let it bug you. You were protecting yourself, me and your child." He uses House's offered help and shakes his head looking at House, "Don't go into shock on me huh? That's all we need...And sounds good I wanna lay the hell down." The pain meds had taken away some of the pain but not all of it.

He walks with House and looks at Cuddy. Trying to keep his eyes open. "I wanna know the same thing Cuddy." He leans heavily on the wall.

Cuddy tries to speak trying to understand why House is so upset. She leans up into the doctor's face. "I did what was hospital procedure for young unsupervised children who have obviously been abused! I called the social worker! How was I to know she was a gun toting psycho!"

"Did you even see that she wasn't the normal woman. I mean my god woman! We've had the same hospital social worker since I've been here!" House subconsciously slams the butt of his cane into the floor.

"Why do you even care!?" Cuddy was getting louder with every second. "You're nothing but a sociopath with a high IQ! YOU wouldn't care if the kid dropped dead right now."

"She's my daughter you stupid bitch!" House regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Gripping the handle of the cane he walks away from from the gasping administrator. He helps Wilson, letting him lean on his good side.

Cuddy grabs his shoulder, "We're not done here House! HOUSE GET BACK HERE!" Her screeching follows him down the hall as he heads for Wilson's office ignoring her.

Wilson looks back dully at Cuddy, "Cuddy.....drop it for now. However, House is right. How did you not notice she was another woman. And were is the real social worker and nurse?" He shakes his head sadly and walks slowly with House heading to his office. "Was it wise you told her she is your daughter?" He looks at House slowly.

"And my head is throbbing more now. Why the hell does she need to scream like a child?", he rubs his temples slowly with his free hand. "I would like a nap but I know its a bad idea."