Playing House
TITLE: Chapter 1 Blue Coconut
AUTHOR: new_raven
PAIRING: none yet
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Drug use, language,
SUMMARY: House enlists the help of high school student to save a patient.
DISCLAIMER: House and his pretty friends don’t belong to me.
SOUNDTRACK: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0E97EE610F950F6A&feature=mh_lolz
House stepped under the shade of the bleachers. He didn’t usually partake in these search parties, but they needed all hands on deck to cover the same ground as a popular high school cheerleader. His eyes combed the ground for anything unusual among the snack wrappers and cigarette butts. He knew he wasn’t likely to find any trace of whatever had poisoned his young patient.
“Are you some kind of creeper?” asked a voice behind him.
“I’m a doctor.” House told her as he continued his search.
The girl glanced over her shoulder and then back at House before slipping under the bleachers. She pulled a crushed pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her ripped jeans. “Mind if I smoke?”
He shook his head with his eyes still on the ground. “Do you know Rachel McKenna?”
“Sure, I know of her. Why what’s wrong with her?”
“Why do you assume something is wrong?” House turned his attention to her for the first time to see that she was a stunning brunette with large almond shaped brown eyes and full lips. She didn’t actually have the words “fuck off” printed on her face, but the black t-shirt that said “Just because I understand doesn’t mean I care.” was pretty damn close.
“Because she wasn’t in homeroom and you said you’re a doctor.”
“Do you know where she was on Saturday night after the game?”
The girl’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. “You should talk to Tommy Thompson.” She took a drag and watched the smoke curl from the tip of her cigarette.
“You mean her boyfriend, Tommy Miller?”
“No not her boyfriend. “ She paused. “She was down here with Thompson on Saturday night. I work the concessions stand during events. I came down here on my break. Whatever happened, it was already over when I got here. I followed her to make sure. She met her boyfriend outside the locker room and they left.”
“Were they drinking? Smoking? Snorting?”
“No. He was zipping his pants. She was just sitting there. She was definitely stoned or something. Something wasn’t right. I didn’t even think she saw me, but as she walked by she was like ‘please don’t tell anybody.’ It was messed up.”
“You think Tommy drugged her and raped her.”
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Personal experience?”
“No. I knew a girl who said he did the same to her. She didn’t think it counted as rape though. She never reported him.”
“You never reported it?”
“What would I say? Teenagers are getting high and having sex. This is not compelling testimony.”
“And you have no idea what he gave her?”
“No.”
“She’ll die.”
“I might be able to find out. Do you have a card or something?”
He dug through his pocket and pulled out a card and a pen. He wrote his cell number on the back.
“Dr. House.” She noted and stuffed the card in her pocket as she was putting out her cigarette with her thick black boot. “It’ll be later, after school. I have to get back… Good luck.”
“You too.”
She took a few steps toward the school and turned again. “I’m Chris by the way.”
House went into the school in search of Tommy Thompson and was soon escorted out by security. When he got back to the office he had his team call every Tom and Thomas Thompson in the phone book while he searched the school website for clues to the kid’s whereabouts.
***
Chris checked her reflection in the window before knocking on the door. She had taken her hair down and put on dark gray eye shadow over her usual heavy black eye liner. She already regretted the very short dress she had chosen but it was too late to change her mind. A girl’s life was at stake. She knocked on the door and held her breath.
There was a rustle at the curtain and then Tommy Thompson opened the door. “What the hell do you want?” He almost yelled, but his expression changed as his eyes moved down her body.
“I thought you might have something I need.” She looked around nervously.
“You want to come in?”
“Sure.”
He held open the door, but didn’t move. She barely had enough room to slip between him and the doorframe. He closed the door behind them and she heard the lock click.
“Beer?” He opened a small fridge and pulled out two bottles.
“Um sure.” She took the bottle and eyed the cap suspiciously. The date sticker on the top showed it was expired. That explained why he was wasting it on her. She opened it and took a drink.
“So what do you need?”
“I’m having a little party. I know a guy but he won’t answer my calls. He’s probably in rehab again.”
“Rehab is for quitters.” Tommy laughed.
“Do you want a back rub?” She offered.
“You’re not getting any freebies.”
“Maybe a discount?” She grinned and patted the back of the couch in front of her.
He laughed and set his drink on the table between them. He sat on the couch and she leaned over the back and started to rub his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes he invited her to come and sit next to him.
She felt hot and her head was starting to spin. It had been a long time since she’d had alcohol but she could tell this was not the effect of an average beer. She considered leaving but doubted she could out run him.
“Ok. Let me get my drink. You want yours?”
“Yeah.”
She handed him her bottle and watched him finish it. She took a sip of his and tried to make it look like she was chugging it. She stood beside him a while longer wondering how long it would take to affect him. If he was already on something, and he usually was, maybe whatever this was would hit him faster.
“Come here.” He motioned to the couch.
“Hold on. Let me take my shoes off.” She stalled. “I was just looking for weed but do you have anything better?”
“Oh I got something a lot better for you.” He slurred and pulled her towards him.
“Yeah I bet.” She kneeled on the couch next to him at arms distance. “Take off your shirt so I can finish rubbing your back.”
“Why don’t you take off your shirt?”
“You first, I give really good massages.” She cooed and batted her lashes even though she was feeling sick and trying not to hold her breath. She just needed him to get comfortable and she could make her break for it. When he was face down on the couch she pulled her cell phone out of her bra and speed dialed Dr. House’s number. As she slipped out the door she grabbed what was left of the tainted beer and she heard Tommy ask where she was going. “I just have to pee. I’ll be right back.”
“I thought I cancelled my subscription to this service.” Came a voice from the phone. “Dr. House? This is Chris. Can you come get me?”
“Where are you?”
She gave him the address.
“I’m almost there.”
House had already found the Thompson’s address and was headed there when she called. Chris flopped down in the driveway spilling some of the beer. She heard him getting out of the car, but didn’t try to get up. As he walked up the driveway he could see her outline on the concrete but didn’t really recognize her until he was standing over her.
“Chris?” He poked her with his cane.
“Hey!” She opened her eyes.
“Brilliant plan. Get yourself poisoned with a drug I can’t identify.”
She held up the mostly empty bottle. “Ifs not nough he has more in the fridge.”
He took the bottle. She sat up and looked around. “Why you drive such a old car if you’re a doctor?”
“Expensive hookers. Can you walk?”
“Can I borrow your cane?”
“No.”
She held her arm out for him to help her up. He kept a hold of her until she reached the car but didn’t wait to make sure she got in ok. She fumbled with the seatbelt and when it clicked he started the car.
“I’m not stupid.” She told him. “The bottles were sealed. It’s was just expa… expirationed?”
“You went to a crack house in a nightgown. You’re lucky you got out.”
“It’s his parent’s garage and this happens to be a vurry nice dress.”
“How did you get out?”
“Switched bottles on him. He can’t dish but he can take it.”
“You drugged him?”
“Damn straight!” Chris leaned against the window with a proud smirk on her face.
House grinned and dialed for an ambulance to pick up the boy. It was the responsible thing to do. The fact that the police would also be sent out to discover Tommy’s extensive supply of controlled substances was just icing on the cake.
Chris was sleeping when they pulled up in front of the emergency room at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. House opened her car door and poked her with his cane again.
“I’m so proud I didn’t puke in your car.” She told him as he helped her up. She looked up at him as she stood and steadied herself. “Dr. House?”
“Yes, drunk underage girl.”
“I like your face.” Her eyelids were heavy, but she mouth spread into an unguarded smile.
“Awww shucks. I bet you say that to all the guys who bring you to the ER.” He led her toward the automatic doors.
“I’m serious. You’re like… hot.”
“You’re like… 16.” Inside the door he asked for a wheelchair and to have Dr. Chase paged.
“You’re eyes are sooo blue…. like snow cones.” She pronounced as he backed her into the wheelchair.
“Snow cones?”
“Blue coconut, the best flavor.”
“Right. That would have been way cooler if it was a symptom. Oh look, here comes Dr. Chase to make sure you don’t injure yourself before you sober up.” He shoved the chair backwards to Chase. “I’ll take this to the lab.” House held up the beer bottle.
“Is that our toxin?” asked Chase.
“We’ll find out, hopefully while this patient can still breathe and move.”
AUTHOR: new_raven
PAIRING: none yet
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Drug use, language,
SUMMARY: House enlists the help of high school student to save a patient.
DISCLAIMER: House and his pretty friends don’t belong to me.
SOUNDTRACK: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0E97EE610F950F6A&feature=mh_lolz
House stepped under the shade of the bleachers. He didn’t usually partake in these search parties, but they needed all hands on deck to cover the same ground as a popular high school cheerleader. His eyes combed the ground for anything unusual among the snack wrappers and cigarette butts. He knew he wasn’t likely to find any trace of whatever had poisoned his young patient.
“Are you some kind of creeper?” asked a voice behind him.
“I’m a doctor.” House told her as he continued his search.
The girl glanced over her shoulder and then back at House before slipping under the bleachers. She pulled a crushed pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her ripped jeans. “Mind if I smoke?”
He shook his head with his eyes still on the ground. “Do you know Rachel McKenna?”
“Sure, I know of her. Why what’s wrong with her?”
“Why do you assume something is wrong?” House turned his attention to her for the first time to see that she was a stunning brunette with large almond shaped brown eyes and full lips. She didn’t actually have the words “fuck off” printed on her face, but the black t-shirt that said “Just because I understand doesn’t mean I care.” was pretty damn close.
“Because she wasn’t in homeroom and you said you’re a doctor.”
“Do you know where she was on Saturday night after the game?”
The girl’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. “You should talk to Tommy Thompson.” She took a drag and watched the smoke curl from the tip of her cigarette.
“You mean her boyfriend, Tommy Miller?”
“No not her boyfriend. “ She paused. “She was down here with Thompson on Saturday night. I work the concessions stand during events. I came down here on my break. Whatever happened, it was already over when I got here. I followed her to make sure. She met her boyfriend outside the locker room and they left.”
“Were they drinking? Smoking? Snorting?”
“No. He was zipping his pants. She was just sitting there. She was definitely stoned or something. Something wasn’t right. I didn’t even think she saw me, but as she walked by she was like ‘please don’t tell anybody.’ It was messed up.”
“You think Tommy drugged her and raped her.”
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Personal experience?”
“No. I knew a girl who said he did the same to her. She didn’t think it counted as rape though. She never reported him.”
“You never reported it?”
“What would I say? Teenagers are getting high and having sex. This is not compelling testimony.”
“And you have no idea what he gave her?”
“No.”
“She’ll die.”
“I might be able to find out. Do you have a card or something?”
He dug through his pocket and pulled out a card and a pen. He wrote his cell number on the back.
“Dr. House.” She noted and stuffed the card in her pocket as she was putting out her cigarette with her thick black boot. “It’ll be later, after school. I have to get back… Good luck.”
“You too.”
She took a few steps toward the school and turned again. “I’m Chris by the way.”
House went into the school in search of Tommy Thompson and was soon escorted out by security. When he got back to the office he had his team call every Tom and Thomas Thompson in the phone book while he searched the school website for clues to the kid’s whereabouts.
***
Chris checked her reflection in the window before knocking on the door. She had taken her hair down and put on dark gray eye shadow over her usual heavy black eye liner. She already regretted the very short dress she had chosen but it was too late to change her mind. A girl’s life was at stake. She knocked on the door and held her breath.
There was a rustle at the curtain and then Tommy Thompson opened the door. “What the hell do you want?” He almost yelled, but his expression changed as his eyes moved down her body.
“I thought you might have something I need.” She looked around nervously.
“You want to come in?”
“Sure.”
He held open the door, but didn’t move. She barely had enough room to slip between him and the doorframe. He closed the door behind them and she heard the lock click.
“Beer?” He opened a small fridge and pulled out two bottles.
“Um sure.” She took the bottle and eyed the cap suspiciously. The date sticker on the top showed it was expired. That explained why he was wasting it on her. She opened it and took a drink.
“So what do you need?”
“I’m having a little party. I know a guy but he won’t answer my calls. He’s probably in rehab again.”
“Rehab is for quitters.” Tommy laughed.
“Do you want a back rub?” She offered.
“You’re not getting any freebies.”
“Maybe a discount?” She grinned and patted the back of the couch in front of her.
He laughed and set his drink on the table between them. He sat on the couch and she leaned over the back and started to rub his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes he invited her to come and sit next to him.
She felt hot and her head was starting to spin. It had been a long time since she’d had alcohol but she could tell this was not the effect of an average beer. She considered leaving but doubted she could out run him.
“Ok. Let me get my drink. You want yours?”
“Yeah.”
She handed him her bottle and watched him finish it. She took a sip of his and tried to make it look like she was chugging it. She stood beside him a while longer wondering how long it would take to affect him. If he was already on something, and he usually was, maybe whatever this was would hit him faster.
“Come here.” He motioned to the couch.
“Hold on. Let me take my shoes off.” She stalled. “I was just looking for weed but do you have anything better?”
“Oh I got something a lot better for you.” He slurred and pulled her towards him.
“Yeah I bet.” She kneeled on the couch next to him at arms distance. “Take off your shirt so I can finish rubbing your back.”
“Why don’t you take off your shirt?”
“You first, I give really good massages.” She cooed and batted her lashes even though she was feeling sick and trying not to hold her breath. She just needed him to get comfortable and she could make her break for it. When he was face down on the couch she pulled her cell phone out of her bra and speed dialed Dr. House’s number. As she slipped out the door she grabbed what was left of the tainted beer and she heard Tommy ask where she was going. “I just have to pee. I’ll be right back.”
“I thought I cancelled my subscription to this service.” Came a voice from the phone. “Dr. House? This is Chris. Can you come get me?”
“Where are you?”
She gave him the address.
“I’m almost there.”
House had already found the Thompson’s address and was headed there when she called. Chris flopped down in the driveway spilling some of the beer. She heard him getting out of the car, but didn’t try to get up. As he walked up the driveway he could see her outline on the concrete but didn’t really recognize her until he was standing over her.
“Chris?” He poked her with his cane.
“Hey!” She opened her eyes.
“Brilliant plan. Get yourself poisoned with a drug I can’t identify.”
She held up the mostly empty bottle. “Ifs not nough he has more in the fridge.”
He took the bottle. She sat up and looked around. “Why you drive such a old car if you’re a doctor?”
“Expensive hookers. Can you walk?”
“Can I borrow your cane?”
“No.”
She held her arm out for him to help her up. He kept a hold of her until she reached the car but didn’t wait to make sure she got in ok. She fumbled with the seatbelt and when it clicked he started the car.
“I’m not stupid.” She told him. “The bottles were sealed. It’s was just expa… expirationed?”
“You went to a crack house in a nightgown. You’re lucky you got out.”
“It’s his parent’s garage and this happens to be a vurry nice dress.”
“How did you get out?”
“Switched bottles on him. He can’t dish but he can take it.”
“You drugged him?”
“Damn straight!” Chris leaned against the window with a proud smirk on her face.
House grinned and dialed for an ambulance to pick up the boy. It was the responsible thing to do. The fact that the police would also be sent out to discover Tommy’s extensive supply of controlled substances was just icing on the cake.
Chris was sleeping when they pulled up in front of the emergency room at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. House opened her car door and poked her with his cane again.
“I’m so proud I didn’t puke in your car.” She told him as he helped her up. She looked up at him as she stood and steadied herself. “Dr. House?”
“Yes, drunk underage girl.”
“I like your face.” Her eyelids were heavy, but she mouth spread into an unguarded smile.
“Awww shucks. I bet you say that to all the guys who bring you to the ER.” He led her toward the automatic doors.
“I’m serious. You’re like… hot.”
“You’re like… 16.” Inside the door he asked for a wheelchair and to have Dr. Chase paged.
“You’re eyes are sooo blue…. like snow cones.” She pronounced as he backed her into the wheelchair.
“Snow cones?”
“Blue coconut, the best flavor.”
“Right. That would have been way cooler if it was a symptom. Oh look, here comes Dr. Chase to make sure you don’t injure yourself before you sober up.” He shoved the chair backwards to Chase. “I’ll take this to the lab.” House held up the beer bottle.
“Is that our toxin?” asked Chase.
“We’ll find out, hopefully while this patient can still breathe and move.”