I started this a awhile back on some other site snd I decided to ost it here. Please tell me if you like it and post some more. Constuctive critism is welcome.
This takes place after 'Mob Rules' and lets just pretend that Stacy isn't around yet.
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Revenge In the Clinic

Chapter One

House grabbed a file off the nurse's desk. Woo hoo. Another sick patient to cure. House just couldn't hold his enthusiasm for clinic duty.

House quickly read the file. Symptoms: cough. Wow, this was going to be a toughie, he might even have to call for help to diagonise.

House sighed and limped toward exam room two.

When House opened the door, he noticed two unusual things. One, the supposedly sick guy was standing and looking very non-sick. And two, the guy looked strangely familiar.

House looked down at the file and read the name. "Hello...Joey." House still couldn't remember where he would know him from.

House shook off the deja vu feeling. Maybe he was just imagining it. "How can I help you today?" House asked.

The guy took a step closer to House. "Close the blinds," he ordered.

House looked at the man curiously, but did as he was told. After he shut the blinds, he turned back to the guy.

"You know me, but you don't know from where right?" the guy asked.

"Uh..."

"You should remember me. My brother, Joey, came in a couple of months ago. he was sick, you cured him."

"Wait a second, I thought you were Joey." House held up the file.

"I gave a fake name to the nurses. I'm really Bill Arnello. Remember now?"

It all was coming back to House. It was those mobster brothers. Joey the one that was sick had gone into witness protection while Bill left House alone. What could he want with him now?

"Of course I remember you Bill," House said. "Houw can I help?"

"After my brother went home, he was okay and all. So he went and testified and went into protection as planned. Until he died two months later," Bill explained.

"Did the Mafia get him?" House asked.

"No. He died from liver failure. The thing that you were supposed to cure him of."

House swallowed and thought out his next words carefully. "He was fine when he left here-"

"I don't care! You were supposed to cure him. It's your fault he died," yelled Bill.

"Well what are you going to do about it?" House asked.

"You remember what I said before. I'll take away all the things you love until you have nothing. Then, I'll kill you."

House stood on the spot nervously. He glanced to the door. It wasn't that far away.

But Bill's reflexes were quick. As soon as House started to move toward the door, Bill had him pinned against it.

"You think you can go anywhere?" Bill asked. "I'm not done with you yet." Bill threw House to the floor. he then stood over House.

"Joey was all I cared about and you took him away from me."

"I didn't take him, a faulty liver did," House said from the floor.

House experienced blow in the stomach from Bill's foot. House grimaced in pain, but managed to crawl by his elbows to the other side the exam table. There he pulled out his cell phone, and went through the small list of contacts that he had saved. Cameron was alphabetically first, sand for the sake of time, he pressed the button to call her. On the first ring though, House received another hit, this time in the head. this caused House to let the phone drop to the floor while he dealt with his pain in the back of his head.

Bill stepped over House, picked up his phone, shut it and threw it hard against the wall. "You're not going to be making any more calls," Bill said. Bill looked down at his side at House's cane. He bent down and picked it up and examined it, not noticing House trying to get up.

House managed to stand up right by using the exam table as support. When he tried to get to the door Bill hit him in the back with his cane.

House gripped the sink to keep from falling. But Bill hit him again, again, and again until he lost count and was on the floor in extreme pain.

"I thought..that...you weren't go-going to...kill me until-later," House managed to get say.

Bill twilled House's cane. "I'm not going to kill you now, that will come later. I just want you to feel some of the pain Joey had to go through." He hit House again.

The pain was unbearable. "Hurting me won't bring your brother back."

"No. But it will make me feel better and i get my revenge." Bill hit House in the thighs. House just laid there unable to defend himself while he got whacked repetitively with his own cane.

When House thought he was going to die from the pain, Bill bent down to where House was on the floor. "Had enough?"

House looked at Bill but was unable to answer.

"That's what I thought. When someone finds you I'll be long gone. But don't worry, you'll be seeing me soon."

The Bill took House's head and slammed it against the exam table. He watched as House's eyes slowly closed. Then he stood up and laid House's cane next to his still body.

Bill gave the room a final look around and then left as though nothing had happened.

Strangely addictive. More please.
I can't see House attacked and then not know what happens next.
Pretty please?

Yay! Someone read it! *feels special* heres more

Chapter Two

Lisa Cuddy walked angrily down the hall. For the last thirty minutes she had been trying to get hold of House, but being unsuccessful. She figured that he'd be in the Cardiology lounge, one of his new hangouts, but he wasn't there. Then she tried Wilson's office. Wilson reported that he hadn't seen him. After that, Cuddy went to the guy's locker room and left without any luck. As a last result, she went to his office, which she found empty.

When Cuddy found him, he was going to be in so much trouble. She's walked all over this hospital and called him, and has not heard or seen hair or hide of him.

When she was walking back to the clinic, she passed Dr's. Cameron and Chase. Cuddy backed up to talk to them.

"Have any of you heard from House?" Cuddy asked.

"No. That's what we were going to ask you," Chase said.

"So you haven't heard or seen him at all?"

"Well, he went to the clinic a few hours ago. Then about thirty minutes ago, he called my phone," Cameron explained. "But when I answered it, he wasn't there."

Cuddy thought about it for a second. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Chase asked.

"The clinic." Cuddy sighed. Knowing House, he had probably found some kid a Game boy and they were comparing games.

When the three got to the clinic, Cuddy went straight to the nurse's station. "Where's Dr. House?" she asked.

"He went into exam room two about thirty minutes ago with a patient," a nurse said.

"Has the patient left? Did House leave?"

"I dunno about Dr. House, but the patient left a while ago. Here's his file." The nurse handed Cuddy a file.

Cuddy glanced down at the file before handing it to Chase. She walked briskly to exam room two with Cameron and Chase following behind. When they got there, Cuddy flung open the door.

The first thing they noticed was the strange silence. Then as they walked more in, they gasped at what they saw.

There was House, lying still on the ground in a contorted position. It took several seconds for their doctor instincts to kick in.

"Chase, go get help," Cuddy ordered. Chase ran out of the room while Cuddy and Cameron bent down to examine House.

Please don't be dead, silently begged Cuddy. She found a pulse on his wrist. It was slightly slow, but she'd take it. It was a pulse.

"His pulse is a tad slow, but he's okay," said Cuddy.

Cameron sighed with relief.

"Help me turn him over," said Cuddy. The two managed to flip House over on his back. When they did, they paused and stared. His body was bruised and a cut on his forehead that was wet with blood.

"Who would do this to him?" Cameron asked.

Cuddy ignored Cameron's question. "Give me his stethoscope."

Cameron picked up House's stethoscope off the floor and handed it to Cuddy. She unbuttoned House's shirt while Cuddy placed the stethoscope to House's chest.

"How is it?" Cameron asked.

"Stable," reported Cuddy. She stood up. "I'll be back." Cuddy left to find out where Chase went and to hurry him up.

Cameron looked back down at House. She opened one of his eyelids to reveal his crystal-blue eyes. Cameron took a light out of her pocket and shinned it in his eyes, making the pupils shrink. When she took the light away, they went back to their normal size, adjusting to the light.

Cameron looked up. Cuddy, Chase and two nurses came into the room with a gurney.

"His pupils are reactive," Cameron reported, standing up.

"Good." Cuddy led Cameron to the other side of the room while they watched Chase and the nurses lift House onto the gurney.

"You go," Cuddy said to Cameron. "I'll stay here and deal with things."

"Cameron nodded and left with the unconscious House.

Cuddy looked to the ground. There was House's cane, laying there all by its self. She bent down to pick it up, realizing that it must of been the weapon used against House. She grasped it in one hand and ran her other on the smooth wood. It seemed so odd to see it without House, you always saw him wit it. That's why it saddened her to think that something he always carried with him, hurt him.

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As Cameron and Chase rushed House upstairs, many people stood by to stare as they went past.

Cameron and Chase looked at each other knowing the same thing. House wouldn't want to be pitted for. He was just that way-he didn't want anyone worrying or caring for him.

Cameron sighed as the elevator doors shut, giving House the privacy he would have wanted.

Is there anyone reading this? Is it worth continuing?
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Chapter Three-Part One

"Who did this?" Wilson asked. He had just found out what had happened to House.

"We don't know, but Cuddy is talking to the police," Chase explained.

"But you must know something."

"What's important know is getting House better," Cameron said, trying to calm Wilson.

"I know, I know, it's just -" Wilson sighed. "So how is he?"

"He's unconscious and bruised up really bad. He's getting x-rays and a MRI now," Chase said.

"How long before we know?"

"About five minutes," Foreman said.

"Okay. I'll...go wait." Wilson went into House's empty hospital room.

Nine minutes later, Chase, Cameron and Foreman wheeled House into the room. Wilson got up and looked over House, examining him. He didn't say anything as he looked over his friend.

"Did a number on him, didnt they?" Foreman asked as he hooked House up to the monitors.

"Yea." Wilson sat back down in his armchair. "How where the tests?"

"He had a slight concussion, but no damage or broken bones. He was lucky," Chase said.

Wilson sighed with relief and looked over at House. "Yeah, he is but I'm sure he won't see it as that."

The three ducklings had no answer and were thankful when Cuddy burst into the room breaking the silence.

"How is he?" Cuddy asked.

They told her what they had just told Wilson.

"That's a relief," Cuddy said. "But I haven't been as successful. No one could identify that patient and neither could any of the security cameras."

"What about the patient name? Did you check that?" Chase asked.

"Tried. The government said there is no 'Joey Smith'. He died awhile ago."

"Joey Smith?" Cameron asked.

Cuddy nodded. "It was a fake name. So right now, we have no suspect."

Meanwhile, Cameron tried to remember why that name sounded so familiar.

"I guess for now, this is all we can do," Foreman said passively.

"Yea." Cuddy glanced to her watch. "I have to go downstairs and meet some people." Cuddy exited the room.

Chase sighed. "I'm going to go too-eat dinner." He looked to the others. "You all want to come?"

"I'll go, I need to get away from all the excitement," Foreman said. "Wilson, Cameron you comin'?"

"Na, I'll stay here," Wilson said.

"Me too," said Cameron.

Foreman shrugged and followed Chase out of the room.

Cameron went over and sat in the chair next to Wilson. They were silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Soon, Wilson broke the silence.

"I wonder what he said to who ever did this to him."

Cameron looked over at Wilson and managed a grin. "I don't know."

They went back to their silence. After about twenty minutes, Cameron heard the beginnings of Wilson's snoring.

Cameron sighed and moved her gaze over to House. He was now wearing a white medical gown and was very bruised.

Who would do this to him? Was it some random person just wanting to beat on someone? Or was it something he did? Or could it be...revenge?

Who would want revenge on House? A answer floated into Cameron's mind: a patient. Then it clicked. Cameron remembered from not to many months ago they had a patient-the then not so dead Joey Smith.

Cameron's heart began to race. But Joey was dead so...what?

Cameron stood up. She decided to go check his medical file, maybe there was something there that could help. She looked over at the sleeping Wilson. Should she wake him? Cameron decided against it and left the room.

tbc...

Please continue...I'm reading and eagerly awaiting the next installment!

Chapter Three - Part Two

Cameron opened the door to House's office and shut the blinds. She didn't want everyone to stare at her. Because then they would come in and ask how House was - she didn't want to be bothered with that.

Cameron yawned and went to the only source of light in the room - House's computer. She sat in the chair and moved the mouse to make the screen saver to disappear. She opened the program that held transcripts of past patients. While she waited for it to load she smiled at the thought that maybe she could end up getting clues to find find the suspect. How would that look, experienced investigators couldn't figure it out but young, female doctor can.

The program popped up and Cameron typed in "Smith, Joey"

While she waited for the computer to search through all the files, Cameron looked around House's usual mess of a desk. There was his collection of Cd's, the big tennis ball and some scattered paperwork.

The computer showed one result for a Joey Smith. Cameron read it quickly.

'Name: Joey Smith Age: 35 Discharged: 4-20-04'

Cameron sighed for House's lack of charting. She scrolled down to the personal notes section and clicked on it.

A small sentence came on the screen and Cameron read it too. "Joey and Bill (brother/lawyer) are in the mob business. They were nice, although Bill slapped Chase"

Cameron smiled at House's notes. They were humorous and they gave her all she needed. She could bet that it was Joey's brother Bill that was their suspect. Hey, he was in the mob.

Cameron closed the program, thinking maybe House's notes weren't so bad after all. Cameron got out of her chair and ran into someone wearing a hat and sunglasses.

Weird, I didn't hear anyone come in, Cameron thought. "Can I help you?" she asked nicely.

"Yeah, you can tell me what you were looking at," the man said.

"Just some medical files," answered Cameron.

The person slammed Cameron on the desk and held her down. She moved her head just in time to see the person take off his hat and glasses, and gasped as her memory came back to her. It was him - Bill Arnello.

"HE-" Cameron began to yell but Bill quickly covered her mouth.

"Shut up," he said in a harsh whisper.

Cameron jerked her head and freed her mouth. "H-"

"Do you think I'm kidding? I'll through you over this balcony."

Cameron tried screaming through his hand. The Bill picked her up. She tried to kick her way free, but only knocking over things. Bill opened the door that led to House's balcony reveling the dark night. Cameron kept squirmed but it was no use; he was to strong.

Bill hung Cameron over the balcony's edge, forcing her to look down four stories on to a New Jersey street. Cameron shut her eyes closing out the sight below her.

"No no! I'm sorry please help me up!" Cameron pleaded.

Bill dragged Cameron back up and held on to her arm tightly. "Smart girl." They stood outside in the breeze.

"What do you want from me?" Cameron asked timidly.

"I'm here to take you."

Cameron started to shake and could feel tears forming. She could only say a single word. "Why?"

"You're one of House's minions. You helped him along in treating by brother-"

"We cured him!"

Bill shook Cameron violently. "Don't ever interrupt me again. But anyways, Joey died two months later, because House didn't do his job. And now, he will pay-"

"What do you mean?" Cameron asked.

Bill slapped Cameron on the cheek. "What did I say about not interrupting me?!" Bill took a deep breath and exhaled. "You are one of the few House also cares about. Plus, you helped him misdiagnosis my brother," Bill said. "Now we go." Bill dragged Cameron back into House's dark office. He picked up his hat and glasses and put them on with one hand. Before they went into the hall Bill whispered into Cameron's ear.

"Give me your cell and pager."

Sighing, Cameron handed them over.

"Good girl. Now we're going to go out there, and you're not to going to ask for help, scream, or try to run away, and you're going to be happy about it. Got it?"

Cameron solemnly nodded and walked out the door with Bill. He had her arm in a grip so tight that she felt her arm beginning to become numb. As they made their way through the hospital, no one seemed to notice Cameron being led my a shady stranger.

When they got outside, Cameron glanced around. No one was outside, she was all alone with Bill. She looked at her side at Bill realizing that no one can help her.

"Keep selling it," Bill sneered.

The only way she could escape was to help herself. Cameron made a quick move and jerked her arm free from Bill and began to run, not looking behind her.

Bill took off after Cameron. To his advantage he could run much faster than her and was soon right behind her, close enough to grab her white lab coat. He took the material of the coat in his hands and tugged, and just as he had hoped, Cameron fell to the ground. She tried to crawl away, but Bill tackled her and pinned her to the ground with him on top of her.

"Why do you do that?" Bill whispered in her ear.

Cameron didn't answer, she just concentrated on getting away. She got one of her hands free and in a attempt she reached around and slapped Bill in the face.

Bill blinked and stared at Cameron. But then he smiled and stood up, dragging Cameron up with him.

"I've tried being nice, but you had to be difficult. So now, you faced the consequences," Bill said calmly.

Cameron remembered the impact of her head hitting the concrete but that's all she knew before passing out. Bill glanced around to see if anyone witnessed what had just occurred. No one did, so Bill picked Cameron up in his arms and walked away.

tbc...