After hours clinic duty

~~~~"Whatever," House muttered, "Just my luck to get two nut-jobs, I swear I am done with clinic duty; Cuddy can do it herself if she is so desperate." With that he tried to push through the two men but froze at the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Now," The man said, "I thought I said that you were going to stay here..."~~~~~~

House stared for a second and then scoffed, "What are you going to do, shoot me? We're in a hospital you idiot; someone is going to hear a gunshot, and they are going to call the police, and you will be carted off to the loony bin to be with your peers; you know, the people of the same intellectual level as you? You know this wasn't a very well thought out plan at all, if I were you I would have followed me home or cornered me in a dark alley or something. But then we can't all be as smart as I a-"

"Shut up!" The first man shouted, and held up his gun. The other man too had a similar model in his hands.

"Oooh what an insult that was, you have me quiverin-"

"I said shut up!," The man roared again the gun waving wildly in his hands. "Now back up slowly and go sit in that chair, while we figure out how exactly to get you to 'a dark alley' as you so nicely said."

House eyed the gun, backed up and sank down into the clinic chair but added, "oh come on, don't you think this is, I don't know, an enormous overreaction? Go get a pint of Ben and Jerry's, cry to your parole officer, and leave me alone."

The original patient moved towards House, "you know a gun shot may be too loud, but a broken bone is pretty silent and so are severed vocal cords. One more crack and I swear you won't be who-"

He was cut off as the door to the clinic room opened slowly, "House, patient is showing symptoms of..." Chase entered the room but stopped short as the scene before him registered. "Woah, House," he called to his boss. "What's going on?" Before House could say a word, the unfamiliar man said, "well, well, well, Mike what have we here?"

The other man turned and looked hard at Chase and a devious look came over his face, "I'm not sure Derrick, but I think our night may have just gotten more interesting."

House looked from his duckling to the pair; this was going very badly. By himself he could have out-wited these dunces, but now he had to make sure Chase got out too. He couldn't just leave him; then he would have to find a new inventist and that would just be a hassle.

"Thats just Larry from the psych-ward forgets everything he sees within 30 seconds; most unfortunate, I know. Why don't you just let him wander off and accidentally fall into the toilet or something?" he snarked in an attempt to sound convincing.

"No no, somehow I don't think so; he still has that deer in the headlights look and its been at least a minute," Mike answered, then motioned with his gun to Chase, "Shut the door and come over here."

Chase glanced over at House, who stared back, then after a slight hesitation closed the door and stood where Mike had just pointed. For a moment his eyes betrayed intense fear and confusion, but then a mask slid over his features and a determined look came over his face.

"Now what?" Chase asked, leaning back, in a show of nonchalance and looked back at the attackers as if her were bored. House almost applauded his fellow. He had expected Chase to fall into a blubbery mess of fear, which would make concocting any escape plans that much harder; apparently though Chase was at least a little tougher then he had given him credit for.

Deciding he had been quite for too long, House spoke up. "Wow did you two just screw yourselves. Now you have to get two of us out of the hospital, plus your own ugly muggs out of the hospital, without anyone noticing we are being held against our will. I'll bet you didn't even know there are police stationed in the hospital," he added bluffing a little but counting on the fact the gunmen really didn't know how a hospital operated or who was actually in it. As he spoke he spared a look at Chase who seemed slightly more relaxed; if House didn't view these two as a threat, maybe it would all turn out alright.

"I think you'll find our plans have, ehm, shifted" Mike answered him, with an unsettling smile forming on his face.

"Wow, that was fast," Chase spoke up from his position at the wall, "not many people get over wanting to shoot House that quick."

The two men turned their heads to look at him and under their, "hungry," House decided, gaze, the blonde faltered slightly in his confidence.

"Well," Derrick silkily responded, "other more interesting," his half smile deepend, "and 'prettier' factors came up for us to worry about."

Chase flinched at that and tried to step back farther into the wall his back was pressed up against. House decided to take pity on him and averted the 'conversation', if you could call it that, back to him.

"Really? Because, see, I always thought I was prettier. It really hurts me that you don't, I mean really cuts me up deep inside."

"Yes I'm sure it does," Mike threw his way, his eyes still not leaving Chase, who for his part was attempting to look undaunted but failing miserably, fear creeping into his expression.

"Oh come on, you didn't even look; what if I was breaking down here in the corner, and you were to busy staring at my Aussie! How would you feel then?"

"Hmm, thats tough, but Im pretty sure I would still feel like doing this," Derrick replied, then moved his gun forward so it was touching Chase's chest and motioned to his friend who pointed his gun at House. With another smile thrown House's way he moved toward the slightly shaking blonde doctor and stroked a finger down his cheek and leaned in, whispering, "Im going to be doing a lot more then staring."