Red Snow 12/?
Title: Red Snow (12/?)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6, Chapt 7, Chapt 8, Chapt 9, Chapter 10, Chapt 11
“Chase was in earlier”, the blue of House’s eyes darkened slightly, his brows furrowed, as Cameron continued, “Apparently the night of the Benefit, a man approached him asking him to point you out. It may be nothing, but that’s why he has been so distant since the accident. He thinks that it was somehow his fault. I told him that he couldn’t have known, and it’s not even definite that the man was even involved. He is meeting with the detectives down in Cuddy’s office.” She watched House intently, and then his eyes stared off into nowhere, as if he was having a case solving epiphany, he shook his head slightly, his hand coming up to rub across his face.
“House?” He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glassy, fevered.
“If you hadn’t -“
She stopped him, “I chose to go with you. We don’t even know if this is even a reality. It could have been a benefactor, curious as to who you were. Please don’t ..” She was interrupted when the sliding door opened and Dr. Cuddy peeked her head in.
“Are you two up speaking with the Detectives?” Both nodded as Cuddy came in followed by the two detectives, Foreman and very jumpy Chase. Chase kept his gaze focused on his feet, avoiding House’s stern gaze.
“Drs House and Cameron, these are Detectives Posey and Murphy. They have a few questions.” Cuddy glanced at Chase, he was standing in the corner. She had convinced him to come that it would be better if he came up with her and the Detectives and face House. He hadn’t done anything wrong, except that he should have come forward sooner. She returned her focus on what, Detective Posey, a tall dark haired man, was saying.
“Dr. Chase will be reviewing the security tapes to help identify the person who was asking about you Dr. House. If we can interview him, it may or may not shed some light on the situation.” He cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable at the intense glare that House was watching him with. It made the detective nervous, more so than normal, because House hadn’t said a word yet, it may have been the doctor’s body language, his hand gripping the wheelchair so tightly that his knuckles were white. The detective continued, looking from House to Cameron.
“We would like for each of you to tell us what you remember from that evening - no matter how trivial it may seem to you now. Anything out of the ordinary.” He stopped and looked a the glass doors opened once again, admitting Wilson. He nodded toward House, an unspoken show of support, House gave an imperceptive nod.
Cameron spoke first, and House turned toward her. Her voice was quiet, but strong. “It was my idea to take the bike - it was just such a beautiful winter night, even with the snow falling.” She stopped and closed her eyes, a faint smile brushed on her lips. She opened them and glanced at House, before focusing her attention on the detective. “I don’t remember seeing anyone paying any special attention to us. It was all so sudden, bright headlights appearing behind us - so incredibly close that I remember thinking how the car seemed to appear out of nowhere.” The detectives looked at each other as they took notes. “It was just THERE, I don’t know how else to describe it.” She looked to House, as if looking for confirmation, he nodded his head. “I remember Gr-House pulling closer to the shoulder to let them pass - instead the car pulled up next to us - I tried to see inside.” Her brow was furrowed in thought. “I think that there was only the driver - that’s all I remember until I woke up here.” She looked again at House - he was staring at the floor - his face a little flushed from what she could see above the mask, he raised his head to look at her, his eyes a little glassy. She wondered if his fever had returned.
“Dr. House, anything to add?” Detective Posey has been watching intently. He knew hat the doctor was carrying a lot of guilt - guilt that no one, but the doctor, could absolve.
“I hadn’t thought about I - but she’s right, the car just materialized behind us. I check my mirrors constantly, especially when I have a passenger.” He glanced at Cameron and then continued. “Morons on the road tend to have a blind eye when it comes to motorcycles. I don’t remember a lot of details - concussions are a BITCH - “
“HOUSE!” Cuddy hissed, rolling her eyes.
He continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Hence, my details are fuzzy, I was basically just trying to keep the bike on the road. If - if I had known - I would have outrun him, turned around - I’d have done something - ANYTHING - to avoid this -“ His hand waved between Cameron and himself. He focus went back to the floor, his energy sapped. Detective Posey cleared his throat.
“Ok, well if you think of anything,” he glanced around the room, “if any over you think of anything, please don’t hesitate to contact us. Dr. Cuddy has all of our information.”
Detective Murphy nodded, he had been silently observing to this point. “Another thing - I’d like for each of you to review the security tapes - looking for anything or anyone that seems unusual or out of place.” All heads in the room nodded and the detectives quietly left the room, as soon as the door slid shut, Cuddy spoke.
“As soon as the security tapes arrive, I’ll make them available to everyone. Cameron, we’d better let you rest. You have a pretty big day tomorrow. House - another half hour and hen I’m sending your keeper,” she indicated Wilson, “to come and round you up. You need to rest.” He was just getting ready to open his mouth to protest when Cuddy held her hand up. “I know that you’ll want to be involved tomorrow with Cameron’s procedure, but only if your attending physician approves.” She smiled wickedly.
“Yes, Mommy” House whispered, not wanting to temp fate and really piss Cuddy off. “I’d like to spend the last half hour talking to Cameron without an audience. So scram.”
Both Cuddy and Wilson left, giving the couple some privacy.
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Chase sat watching the security video in Cuddy’s office, although he was having trouble concentrating with the detectives and Cuddy watching him. He glanced toward them, his sweaty hands clamped together in his lap.
“Anything?” Chase through Cuddy an irritated glance, she had asked that same question every few minutes. He shook his head, and went back to the screen, and froze.
“Wait! Back it up…I - I think I …that’s him...I’m almost positive of it.” Cuddy and the Detectives were right behind him staring at the screen. “Where’s the remote?” As it was shoved into his hand, Chase scanned back to the man’s appearance, freezing it and then slowly moving the tape forward frame by frame until the man’s face was illuminated.
“Can you zoom it?” It was Cuddy’s voice, very close to his left ear, so close that he felt the puff of air. A couple of clicks later and the face enlarged on the screen. An audible gasp was heard from beside him.
“I - I think I spoke to the same man earlier in the evening.” Cuddy paced her office, her brows furrowed in concentration.
Chase turned his attention from the blurry image on the screen to Dr. Cuddy, “Did he ask you about House?”
“I don’t know, frankly, a lot of people asked about House that evening.” She smirked, and then scoffed, “Trust me, I didn’t point in his direction, the last thing I needed that evening, was for him to say something inappropriate to a potential donor.”
“Let’s get this image processed back at the lab, we can probably sharpen the image and then print it out.” Detective Posey turned his attention toward Cuddy, “How were guests processed into the event?”
“It was a fundraising dinner, we had a listing of attendees, and they were required to present their invitation in order to be admitted.” She turned suddenly to the monitor again, “Name tags….everyone got name tags. If we could only see…”
“Now that we know who we are looking for, I can get the lab to run it through our facial recognition software. Maybe there are other images of this individual. I’ll email the sharpened image to you for distribution, see if anyone recognizes him. In the meantime, can you get me a roster from that evening?”
Cuddy nodded her head. She wished that she could remember what she and that gentleman had spoken about. Nothing stood out to her that could be considered suspicious.
“Yes, I’ll get the event coordinator to send that to you.” She continued to stare at the image on the screen, as did Chase.
TBC
Chapter 13
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6, Chapt 7, Chapt 8, Chapt 9, Chapter 10, Chapt 11
“Chase was in earlier”, the blue of House’s eyes darkened slightly, his brows furrowed, as Cameron continued, “Apparently the night of the Benefit, a man approached him asking him to point you out. It may be nothing, but that’s why he has been so distant since the accident. He thinks that it was somehow his fault. I told him that he couldn’t have known, and it’s not even definite that the man was even involved. He is meeting with the detectives down in Cuddy’s office.” She watched House intently, and then his eyes stared off into nowhere, as if he was having a case solving epiphany, he shook his head slightly, his hand coming up to rub across his face.
“House?” He looked up at her, his eyes slightly glassy, fevered.
“If you hadn’t -“
She stopped him, “I chose to go with you. We don’t even know if this is even a reality. It could have been a benefactor, curious as to who you were. Please don’t ..” She was interrupted when the sliding door opened and Dr. Cuddy peeked her head in.
“Are you two up speaking with the Detectives?” Both nodded as Cuddy came in followed by the two detectives, Foreman and very jumpy Chase. Chase kept his gaze focused on his feet, avoiding House’s stern gaze.
“Drs House and Cameron, these are Detectives Posey and Murphy. They have a few questions.” Cuddy glanced at Chase, he was standing in the corner. She had convinced him to come that it would be better if he came up with her and the Detectives and face House. He hadn’t done anything wrong, except that he should have come forward sooner. She returned her focus on what, Detective Posey, a tall dark haired man, was saying.
“Dr. Chase will be reviewing the security tapes to help identify the person who was asking about you Dr. House. If we can interview him, it may or may not shed some light on the situation.” He cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable at the intense glare that House was watching him with. It made the detective nervous, more so than normal, because House hadn’t said a word yet, it may have been the doctor’s body language, his hand gripping the wheelchair so tightly that his knuckles were white. The detective continued, looking from House to Cameron.
“We would like for each of you to tell us what you remember from that evening - no matter how trivial it may seem to you now. Anything out of the ordinary.” He stopped and looked a the glass doors opened once again, admitting Wilson. He nodded toward House, an unspoken show of support, House gave an imperceptive nod.
Cameron spoke first, and House turned toward her. Her voice was quiet, but strong. “It was my idea to take the bike - it was just such a beautiful winter night, even with the snow falling.” She stopped and closed her eyes, a faint smile brushed on her lips. She opened them and glanced at House, before focusing her attention on the detective. “I don’t remember seeing anyone paying any special attention to us. It was all so sudden, bright headlights appearing behind us - so incredibly close that I remember thinking how the car seemed to appear out of nowhere.” The detectives looked at each other as they took notes. “It was just THERE, I don’t know how else to describe it.” She looked to House, as if looking for confirmation, he nodded his head. “I remember Gr-House pulling closer to the shoulder to let them pass - instead the car pulled up next to us - I tried to see inside.” Her brow was furrowed in thought. “I think that there was only the driver - that’s all I remember until I woke up here.” She looked again at House - he was staring at the floor - his face a little flushed from what she could see above the mask, he raised his head to look at her, his eyes a little glassy. She wondered if his fever had returned.
“Dr. House, anything to add?” Detective Posey has been watching intently. He knew hat the doctor was carrying a lot of guilt - guilt that no one, but the doctor, could absolve.
“I hadn’t thought about I - but she’s right, the car just materialized behind us. I check my mirrors constantly, especially when I have a passenger.” He glanced at Cameron and then continued. “Morons on the road tend to have a blind eye when it comes to motorcycles. I don’t remember a lot of details - concussions are a BITCH - “
“HOUSE!” Cuddy hissed, rolling her eyes.
He continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Hence, my details are fuzzy, I was basically just trying to keep the bike on the road. If - if I had known - I would have outrun him, turned around - I’d have done something - ANYTHING - to avoid this -“ His hand waved between Cameron and himself. He focus went back to the floor, his energy sapped. Detective Posey cleared his throat.
“Ok, well if you think of anything,” he glanced around the room, “if any over you think of anything, please don’t hesitate to contact us. Dr. Cuddy has all of our information.”
Detective Murphy nodded, he had been silently observing to this point. “Another thing - I’d like for each of you to review the security tapes - looking for anything or anyone that seems unusual or out of place.” All heads in the room nodded and the detectives quietly left the room, as soon as the door slid shut, Cuddy spoke.
“As soon as the security tapes arrive, I’ll make them available to everyone. Cameron, we’d better let you rest. You have a pretty big day tomorrow. House - another half hour and hen I’m sending your keeper,” she indicated Wilson, “to come and round you up. You need to rest.” He was just getting ready to open his mouth to protest when Cuddy held her hand up. “I know that you’ll want to be involved tomorrow with Cameron’s procedure, but only if your attending physician approves.” She smiled wickedly.
“Yes, Mommy” House whispered, not wanting to temp fate and really piss Cuddy off. “I’d like to spend the last half hour talking to Cameron without an audience. So scram.”
Both Cuddy and Wilson left, giving the couple some privacy.
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Chase sat watching the security video in Cuddy’s office, although he was having trouble concentrating with the detectives and Cuddy watching him. He glanced toward them, his sweaty hands clamped together in his lap.
“Anything?” Chase through Cuddy an irritated glance, she had asked that same question every few minutes. He shook his head, and went back to the screen, and froze.
“Wait! Back it up…I - I think I …that’s him...I’m almost positive of it.” Cuddy and the Detectives were right behind him staring at the screen. “Where’s the remote?” As it was shoved into his hand, Chase scanned back to the man’s appearance, freezing it and then slowly moving the tape forward frame by frame until the man’s face was illuminated.
“Can you zoom it?” It was Cuddy’s voice, very close to his left ear, so close that he felt the puff of air. A couple of clicks later and the face enlarged on the screen. An audible gasp was heard from beside him.
“I - I think I spoke to the same man earlier in the evening.” Cuddy paced her office, her brows furrowed in concentration.
Chase turned his attention from the blurry image on the screen to Dr. Cuddy, “Did he ask you about House?”
“I don’t know, frankly, a lot of people asked about House that evening.” She smirked, and then scoffed, “Trust me, I didn’t point in his direction, the last thing I needed that evening, was for him to say something inappropriate to a potential donor.”
“Let’s get this image processed back at the lab, we can probably sharpen the image and then print it out.” Detective Posey turned his attention toward Cuddy, “How were guests processed into the event?”
“It was a fundraising dinner, we had a listing of attendees, and they were required to present their invitation in order to be admitted.” She turned suddenly to the monitor again, “Name tags….everyone got name tags. If we could only see…”
“Now that we know who we are looking for, I can get the lab to run it through our facial recognition software. Maybe there are other images of this individual. I’ll email the sharpened image to you for distribution, see if anyone recognizes him. In the meantime, can you get me a roster from that evening?”
Cuddy nodded her head. She wished that she could remember what she and that gentleman had spoken about. Nothing stood out to her that could be considered suspicious.
“Yes, I’ll get the event coordinator to send that to you.” She continued to stare at the image on the screen, as did Chase.
TBC
Chapter 13