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Us Against the World, Chapter Eight
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Title: Us Against the World
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sydpenguinbunny
Rating: R
Pairing: Wilson/Amber, House/Cuddy, Wilson/House, maybe House/Amber
Spoilers: Up until the end of Season 6.
Warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter, but a mild mention of animal cruelty.
Summary: Wilson is kidnapped by someone who holds a grudge against House. House is told to come out and play, and Amber refuses to stand by. Time is running out...
Chapter One: A Shot in the Dark
Chapter Two: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Chapter Three: Photograph
Chapter Four: Private Eye
Chapter Five: Purity
Chapter Six: Nowhere to Go
Chapter Seven: Nightmare
Chapter Eight: Throwing It All Away
“Late at night when you call my name
The only sound you'll hear
Is the sound of your voice calling
Calling after me…”
House and Amber had reluctantly left, in House’s car, returning to House’s loft upon Tritter’s urging. We’ll call you when we know anything – I promise – the best thing you can do is go home and try and act like everything’s normal. Amber had been leading House by his cane, and the diagnostician had looked like a shadow of his former self, as if most of his will to live had evaporated. The look in his eyes was haunted and empty.
House had gone, but he didn’t feel quite gone as Tritter finally got a chance to catch his breath, for the first time since his old rival had stormed through the door. House’s voice, terrified, still lingered in the air, still called to him and Tritter couldn’t shake the tingling disgust that he felt over every inch of his body.
He did not like Gregory House. If, in fact, he was quite honest, he probably hated Gregory House. Four years ago, he’d have wanted nothing more than to see the man shipped off to jail on that trumped up charge of drug trafficking, wanted nothing more than to smirk in his face and tell him that no, he couldn’t always win.
Tritter wished more than anything else that he could take back that feeling from four years ago. Because on those Polaroids that still lay strewn across his desk, he saw that urge taken to the extreme, to its logical conclusion. And it terrified him.
Someone had taken the person House held most dear, the person who basically was House’s heart, and had done this… had taken him and put him on display, and was taunting him outwardly. It was something Tritter had never seen outside of the movies, outside of Saw and Seven and all of those horror flicks he’d caught when he’d gotten home from work late and there was nothing else on. Something that he hadn’t considered could really happen in real life.
Neither Tritter nor Miranda spoke for a long while, and they didn’t look at each other. Miranda broke the silence, and Tritter nearly jumped out of his seat when she did. He was still hearing House’s voice in his head, that frantic yell, furious and frightened and reminding Tritter less of the diagnostician and more of an animal cruelty case he’d seen, a dog that had been thrown out a trash chute and was shaking and trying to bite anyone who came near.
“You seriously are going to have us investigate a kidnapping without Alvarez finding out?” her voice was quiet, as if she didn’t want to quite break the mood; the ghost of House’s voice lingered in the room for her, too. “You know this is against all the rules. This is kidnapping. Trit, this is FBI, and you know it.” Tritter shook his head.
“Bennett,” he said quietly. “We cannot let anyone find out about this. Do you want to be the one to talk to Dr. House and Dr. Volakis when Wilson ends up in a ditch because you had to play by the rules? Because if we tell the FBI, within an hour every television from here to California is going to have his picture, and Lucas Douglas’ picture. And look at these photos.” He gestured to them, but couldn’t bear to look at them again. “This isn’t a man who is going to decide it isn’t worth it once people start sniffing around, and turn himself in. This is a man who wants to hurt Dr. House – hurt him very badly. And if we make a false move, Wilson’s dead. And I can’t let that happen. I refuse to let that happen.”
“Why do you care so much?” Miranda asked, turning to stare into Tritter’s eyes. “I’ve never seen you so shaken over a case, ever. It’s normally all just business to you. Why is Dr. House any different?” Tritter opened his mouth and Miranda cut him off with a glare. “Everyone knows the story of how you almost lost your job because you screwed with him. So why are you so desperate to help him out now?”
“Because,” Tritter began, but he couldn’t finish the sentence. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, before sighing and continuing, “Look at these pictures, Miranda. Dr. Wilson is a good man… He was willing to go to jail for Dr. House’s sake. He’s an oncologist. He cures… little kids, with fucking cancer, Bennett!” He threw his hands up in the air. “Dr. Wilson’s only crime was befriending a man with as many enemies as Dr. House has. And isn’t it time we stopped fucking around? I mean, hell, here half of what we do is drunk underage drinking parties and kids with a half an ounce of weed. This is real crime, Miranda,” Tritter hissed, and his partner flinched. The only time he used her first name was when he was deeply emotional, and given that Tritter was the most tightly wound man she’d ever met, that had been maybe once before. “This is real evil. And we have a chance to stop it.”
Miranda paused and looked around the office, then she crossed her arms and let out a sigh. She’d be risking her job of the last eight years. She’d be risking being able to be employed anywhere else. She was risking everything she wanted to be. But she knew Tritter was risking so much more – all he had ever wanted was to be a cop, and she didn’t think that he knew how to even consider being anything else. He was willing to throw his entire life away for this.
It’s ironic, she thought to herself, that Tritter’s only doing this for the second time – and they’re both because of Dr. House.
“Where do we start?” Miranda asked quietly. “We need to figure out where he could be keeping Wilson… It could be his residence… But what if it’s an abandoned house, or an old warehouse? We should pull up any places he might have knowledge of… Maybe anywhere he did private investigating gigs at?” Tritter smiled.
“See, Bennett – now you’re thinking like a detective.”
Title: Us Against the World
Author:
sydpenguinbunnyRating: R
Pairing: Wilson/Amber, House/Cuddy, Wilson/House, maybe House/Amber
Spoilers: Up until the end of Season 6.
Warning: Nothing too bad in this chapter, but a mild mention of animal cruelty.
Summary: Wilson is kidnapped by someone who holds a grudge against House. House is told to come out and play, and Amber refuses to stand by. Time is running out...
Chapter One: A Shot in the Dark
Chapter Two: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Chapter Three: Photograph
Chapter Four: Private Eye
Chapter Five: Purity
Chapter Six: Nowhere to Go
Chapter Seven: Nightmare
Chapter Eight: Throwing It All Away
“Late at night when you call my name
The only sound you'll hear
Is the sound of your voice calling
Calling after me…”
House and Amber had reluctantly left, in House’s car, returning to House’s loft upon Tritter’s urging. We’ll call you when we know anything – I promise – the best thing you can do is go home and try and act like everything’s normal. Amber had been leading House by his cane, and the diagnostician had looked like a shadow of his former self, as if most of his will to live had evaporated. The look in his eyes was haunted and empty.
House had gone, but he didn’t feel quite gone as Tritter finally got a chance to catch his breath, for the first time since his old rival had stormed through the door. House’s voice, terrified, still lingered in the air, still called to him and Tritter couldn’t shake the tingling disgust that he felt over every inch of his body.
He did not like Gregory House. If, in fact, he was quite honest, he probably hated Gregory House. Four years ago, he’d have wanted nothing more than to see the man shipped off to jail on that trumped up charge of drug trafficking, wanted nothing more than to smirk in his face and tell him that no, he couldn’t always win.
Tritter wished more than anything else that he could take back that feeling from four years ago. Because on those Polaroids that still lay strewn across his desk, he saw that urge taken to the extreme, to its logical conclusion. And it terrified him.
Someone had taken the person House held most dear, the person who basically was House’s heart, and had done this… had taken him and put him on display, and was taunting him outwardly. It was something Tritter had never seen outside of the movies, outside of Saw and Seven and all of those horror flicks he’d caught when he’d gotten home from work late and there was nothing else on. Something that he hadn’t considered could really happen in real life.
Neither Tritter nor Miranda spoke for a long while, and they didn’t look at each other. Miranda broke the silence, and Tritter nearly jumped out of his seat when she did. He was still hearing House’s voice in his head, that frantic yell, furious and frightened and reminding Tritter less of the diagnostician and more of an animal cruelty case he’d seen, a dog that had been thrown out a trash chute and was shaking and trying to bite anyone who came near.
“You seriously are going to have us investigate a kidnapping without Alvarez finding out?” her voice was quiet, as if she didn’t want to quite break the mood; the ghost of House’s voice lingered in the room for her, too. “You know this is against all the rules. This is kidnapping. Trit, this is FBI, and you know it.” Tritter shook his head.
“Bennett,” he said quietly. “We cannot let anyone find out about this. Do you want to be the one to talk to Dr. House and Dr. Volakis when Wilson ends up in a ditch because you had to play by the rules? Because if we tell the FBI, within an hour every television from here to California is going to have his picture, and Lucas Douglas’ picture. And look at these photos.” He gestured to them, but couldn’t bear to look at them again. “This isn’t a man who is going to decide it isn’t worth it once people start sniffing around, and turn himself in. This is a man who wants to hurt Dr. House – hurt him very badly. And if we make a false move, Wilson’s dead. And I can’t let that happen. I refuse to let that happen.”
“Why do you care so much?” Miranda asked, turning to stare into Tritter’s eyes. “I’ve never seen you so shaken over a case, ever. It’s normally all just business to you. Why is Dr. House any different?” Tritter opened his mouth and Miranda cut him off with a glare. “Everyone knows the story of how you almost lost your job because you screwed with him. So why are you so desperate to help him out now?”
“Because,” Tritter began, but he couldn’t finish the sentence. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, before sighing and continuing, “Look at these pictures, Miranda. Dr. Wilson is a good man… He was willing to go to jail for Dr. House’s sake. He’s an oncologist. He cures… little kids, with fucking cancer, Bennett!” He threw his hands up in the air. “Dr. Wilson’s only crime was befriending a man with as many enemies as Dr. House has. And isn’t it time we stopped fucking around? I mean, hell, here half of what we do is drunk underage drinking parties and kids with a half an ounce of weed. This is real crime, Miranda,” Tritter hissed, and his partner flinched. The only time he used her first name was when he was deeply emotional, and given that Tritter was the most tightly wound man she’d ever met, that had been maybe once before. “This is real evil. And we have a chance to stop it.”
Miranda paused and looked around the office, then she crossed her arms and let out a sigh. She’d be risking her job of the last eight years. She’d be risking being able to be employed anywhere else. She was risking everything she wanted to be. But she knew Tritter was risking so much more – all he had ever wanted was to be a cop, and she didn’t think that he knew how to even consider being anything else. He was willing to throw his entire life away for this.
It’s ironic, she thought to herself, that Tritter’s only doing this for the second time – and they’re both because of Dr. House.
“Where do we start?” Miranda asked quietly. “We need to figure out where he could be keeping Wilson… It could be his residence… But what if it’s an abandoned house, or an old warehouse? We should pull up any places he might have knowledge of… Maybe anywhere he did private investigating gigs at?” Tritter smiled.
“See, Bennett – now you’re thinking like a detective.”
* “Throwing It All Away” – Genesis, Invisible Touch, 1986.