When Chase burst through the door, Cuddy began to let out a sigh of relief. Both the sigh and the relief were cut short when Johnson jerked a step back, dragging her with him.
"Please...," Cuddy began as Johnson took another step backwards, apparently determined to keep as much distance between them and Chase as possible. Don't be stupid, she thought. Obviously he could overpower her alone, but she wasn't alone anymore. Any rational man would realize the odds were beginning to change. But that was the problem; he clearly wasn't rational or he wouldn't be here in the first place.
"Who is he?" Johnson asked her. But before she could reply, he redirected his attention and spoke directly to Chase. "This doesn't concern you. This is a private matter between Dr. Cuddy and myself. Personal stuff, you understand? So just go back to what you were doing and let us finish our business, okay?"
Personal stuff? The very first thing that came into Chase’s mind was that maybe this guy was a boyfriend of Cuddy’s, maybe an ex-boyfriend. An angry ex who felt jilted by her, perhaps. It wasn’t time to try and work out who the guy was, though, because regardless as to whom the man was Cuddy looked terrified. And Chase didn’t like the way the man was dragging her back with him, almost as though Cuddy was some kind of hostage
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"Just stop right there," Johnson told Chase. "I'm not going to hurt her, but you need to back off."
Cuddy could feel Johnson growing more tense as Chase approached. And as scary as he was while calm and in control, she was actually more frightened by the thought of what he might do if he felt threatened.
"Nobody wants anybody to get hurt here, not Dr. Chase, not me, not you. So let's just try to stay calm," Cuddy said. She gave Chase a little shake of her head, asking him to hold off...for the moment.
The problem was, she had no idea of how to handle this. Did she play along with Johnson's delusions in an effort to talk him out of this insanity? Did she simply stall for time until security--because Brenda surely had called a code green by now--could arrive? Or did she, with Chase's help, try to fight him off?
"If you want to talk, we can talk," Cuddy said. She turned slightly within his grip so that she could look him more directly in the face. Making eye contact, which creeped her out even more, but she thought maybe, if she
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"Please...," Cuddy began as Johnson took another step backwards, apparently determined to keep as much distance between them and Chase as possible. Don't be stupid, she thought. Obviously he could overpower her alone, but she wasn't alone anymore. Any rational man would realize the odds were beginning to change. But that was the problem; he clearly wasn't rational or he wouldn't be here in the first place.
"Who is he?" Johnson asked her. But before she could reply, he redirected his attention and spoke directly to Chase. "This doesn't concern you. This is a private matter between Dr. Cuddy and myself. Personal stuff, you understand? So just go back to what you were doing and let us finish our business, okay?"
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Cuddy could feel Johnson growing more tense as Chase approached. And as scary as he was while calm and in control, she was actually more frightened by the thought of what he might do if he felt threatened.
"Nobody wants anybody to get hurt here, not Dr. Chase, not me, not you. So let's just try to stay calm," Cuddy said. She gave Chase a little shake of her head, asking him to hold off...for the moment.
The problem was, she had no idea of how to handle this. Did she play along with Johnson's delusions in an effort to talk him out of this insanity? Did she simply stall for time until security--because Brenda surely had called a code green by now--could arrive? Or did she, with Chase's help, try to fight him off?
"If you want to talk, we can talk," Cuddy said. She turned slightly within his grip so that she could look him more directly in the face. Making eye contact, which creeped her out even more, but she thought maybe, if she ( ... )
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