This one was really hard to write because there's a lot that needs to be told and I mainly focused on the characters. I don't pretend I know the New Jersey Criminal justice process but in case I use some very specific things, I'll make sure I don't write unplausible stuff. I went to Law School so I think I might be able to not screw this up completely but that doesn't mean I'm going to make this extremely realistic, I'm pretty sure the law won't be too much inforced upon our characters. Anyway, we'll see how it goes but even though I'm not making this a step by step procedure with the characters stories aside, I'm going to do it properly.

Chapter 6: Interrogation.

An interrogation room was what his blurry vision had deciphered, concrete and a glassy window. House was waking up to the sound of people talking, ‘We’ve found his wallet, and apparently he’s a diagnostician at the same hospital of the victim.’

‘That Peter guy who took her home says she is his employer.’

“Hey… can I have some water?” House asked with difficulty, thanks to his extremely dry mouth.

“Good, you’re awake!” One of the person in the room stated so loud House thought his ears would burst into pieces.

“I’ll go get him some water.” The other man said, House only saw a glimpse of the man leaving but went as far as noticing him wink at the person seated in front of him.

House tried to raise him arms but realized he was handcuffed to his chair, “Why am I handcuffed?”

“Safety measures.” Said the man who looked about forty years old; very tall and definitely looking like a cop this time. This time? Why would he think that? This situation felt strangely familiar.

“Right… you’re a cop.” House sighed, the man nodded, arms folded against his chest.

“So officer, what have I done this time?” House chuckled, “Did I insult a patient? Did I steal some vicodin prescriptions?”

“Wait, are you going to tell me you don’t remember?” The cop tried to keep his composure, “Being tasered doesn’t involve memory loss.”

“Well, in my case it does and you should believe me, I’m a genius apparently!” House kept going but paused, “Wait a minute, I’ve been tasered?”

“If you’re that much of a genius, why don’t you try and remember the things you’ve done?” The cop played House, thinking the man was the worst liar he had ever seen.

“Because my diagnosis says it all: Memory loss.” House kept going, “But you don’t seem to be the boss here… Really, you can uncuff me, I won’t tell your boss, and in fact I’m going to go outside and then talk to your boss, okay?” House tried, shaking his arms slightly.

The man opposite him rose up suddenly and grabbed the hem of House’s shirt and yelled, “You motherfucker, you’re going to stop pretending and spill your fucked up guts because you’re nothing but a piece of shit to be a fucking murderer.”

“What the-“House tried, seeing the man was a little too serious about this to be a miserable –or the joking-kind, subordinate he thought he was. He was in trouble and he started fearing the worse.

“That’s right, you screw or rape whatever, a woman and then you want to kill her, has this always been your pattern, huh?” He paused, punching House in the face this time, the doctor’s silence leading him to the edge, “ANSWER ME!” The cop tried to catch his breath, making him spill all the saliva he had in him on House, “How many other chicks have you fucking killed?”

House, who had been seriously considering fearing for his life, saw the cop whom he recognized as the one who had gone to get him some water, barge into the interrogation room, “LET HIM GO, JOHNSON!”

“I don't care that we only got life without parole in that state, I'll kill you myself!” Johnson yelled, his hold still firm on House.

“Johnson, I’m not going to say this a third time, let him go!” The other cop said calmly this time.

Johnson reluctantly let go of House and turned around to face the other cop, “I’m done with that piece of crap, he’s all yours boss!” Johnson said, heading out.

“Johnson, patience, remember?” The cop said and the man who was trying his best to calm himself down, nodded, “It’s hard, boss.”

The older cop nodded yes and the younger cop left, without slamming the door shut to House’s surprise.

“Well, that went well!” House put his sarcasm on the table, only maybe just a little too fast.

“I’m detective Norris.” The man said, sitting down on the chair his colleague had previously used.

“Like the Chuck?” House asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Would that be a bad thing if I was related to the Chuck?” Norris asked, putting the bottle of water on the table.

“Obviously, you’re not going to answer my questions directly because you’re the smart cop. Your friend tried that a few minutes ago and it didn’t work, I’m guessing you keep doing the same thing because you’re more experienced.” House eyed the man carefully.

“You’re a complicated man, Dr House and even though this isn’t a complicated case, I’m going to complete this assignment.” Norris explained.

“Why am I being accused of murder?” House asked as he needed to clear some things out.

“Murder attempt, Dr. House. I’m sorry for you but thanks to her boyfriend, she didn’t die.” Norris claimed.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” House started yelling.

“Playing the mental illness card is tricky in front of a jury, Dr. House.” Norris sighed, “You’re not getting out of this. There are facts and witnesses.”

House said nothing and hoped the man would keep on talking about this strange case, he was practically sure was similar to dementia.

“The physical exam confirmed her boyfriend’s statement.” He paused,”She hasn’t talked except to yell a few times that you hadn’t raped her, something the brutality of the act, that the exam revealed and that even foreplay doesn’t always prevent, can’t confirm.”

House’s eyes went wide from a complete state of confusion, “What are you talking about?” House spoke softly, unsure where his words would lead him for the first time in his life.

“You’re a smart man, Dr. House.” He said, “Help me here: was it a crime of passion?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” House expressed.

“Did you need to wash her sins by strangling her?” Norris pushed it, “Feel her sinful limbs break under your touch?

“I didn’t strangle anyone for Christ’s sake!” House yelled.

“So you don’t remember sleeping with her and then putting those same hands that had caressed her on her neck and use all the misery that’s inside to commit a crime?” He detailed.

“Who the hell are you talking about? Who is she?” House kept on yelling.

“Did you or did you not try to kill Dr. Lisa Cuddy by strangulation?” The cop finally spilled anger in his eyes.

This was all it had taken House to recall what had happened. They had slept together and then in an instant, frenzy came to him and he had put his hands around her neck and had forced them on it. House looked down at the table before him and closed his eyes, pressing on his eyelids like he was frowning. He shook his head in utter confusion and murmured ‘no’ a couple of times before Norris asked again, “Did you or did you not, Dr. House?”

All evidence was against him. House kept on shaking his head, opening his eyes, he still his head once and tilted it back. Facing forward the man and his accusations, he figured a confession since he could in fact see himself doing it, that terrifying act… could maybe buy him a couple of years in jail.

House eyed the detective, resigned to not twitch as he would say it, “I did.”

“Good. Now we can proceed.” The detective said, “Why did you do it?”

“What did Lisa say?” House asked.

“She said she couldn’t believe you would ever go as far as even thinking about trying to kill someone.” He paused, “She said you are in pain but that doesn’t make you a murderer. She almost defended your act in a way, saying you have been going through a lot of things in the past few days.”

“What do you think then?” House asked, never breaking the eye contact with the detective.

“I don’t think you deserve so much love. However I don’t believe she’s a masochist. This is why in your defense, I’ll say I believe her when she says your criminal record is clean –expect for the drug abuse in the past. But it wasn’t what led you to do it, was it?” He finally asked.

“I wasn’t high.” House stated, “But I wasn’t myself.”

“I’ve heard that excuse before, Dr. House.” He said, getting a pack of cigarette from his pocket, “Do you want one?”

“No. I don’t smoke.” He said, “And again, I wasn’t high! I just have no memory of the events and only bare flashes of what I’ve been doing for the past five days or so!”

“You’re the diagnostician; you should be able to figure yourself out before you go in front of a jury and get many years behind bars as an award!” The detective joked.

“Something is wrong with me… I was doing research…” House mumbled, blinking rapidly as his brain tried to register past events.

“At least you’re being quite honest with yourself, Dr. House, I like that! A killer with a classy repentance, I could almost believe you’re looking for answers behind your actions!” The detective kept pushing.

“ALL MY LIFE, ALL I’VE EVER WANTED TO DO TO THAT WOMAN WAS ACTUALLY SCREW HER PHYSICALLY AND SCREW WITH HER AT WORK!” House paused, “THIS… DETECTIVE IS AS PERVERSE AS MY MIND COULD GET AROUND HER!”

“And then you’re going to tell me you had no intention of hurting her, is that right? That you love her and that you couldn’t do that to the woman you’ve been in love with for years?” Norris asked, rolling his eyes.

“YES, THAT’S EXACTLY IT! EXCEPT I’VE NEVER SAID I LOVED HER!” House said before trying to regulate his breathing, “Something is doing this to me… maybe someone did something to me, I would never hurt Lisa Cuddy, ever. Idiots? Maybe but Lisa? No, I couldn’t…” His voice trailed off. Her statement was there and so were his memories, there was no turning back but he had to figure out what was wrong with him. The only question was how? There was no way out.

Detective Norris simply sighed and said, “This is a delicate case Dr. House, you’re saying you were under the influence of something and maybe you’re right, maybe it’s the best way for you to fight what is going to happen next.”

“Except it’s not looking good.” House shook his head, “I need to talk to her.” He practically begged.

“I don’t think she wants to see you right now.”He said, getting up from his chair and as he walked to the door and opened it, he stopped and stared at House for a few minutes, “Why haven’t you asked for a lawyer?”

“What?” House expressed, slightly taken aback as he was already back on thought processing all the shit that was happening to him.

Norris frowned and added, “It’s true that I didn’t suggest you one but you’re a doctor you know how these procedures work. You should be trying to defend yourself… and not be… this out of phase…”

“THIS IS INSANE!” House let his heart out.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe pleading mental illness is a good strategy.” He said, shaking his head as he headed out the interrogation room.

The last thing House heard before the two police officers came in to take him back to his cell were Norris’ words to someone else, “That guy is insane.”

Police officers took House back to his cell, all cops were staring and as if slow motion had been a natural movement, he couldn’t help but gulp at the anger those men were feeling toward him. It was nothing compared to having plain idiots staring at him for being a bastard, it was actually painful for him to be looked at this way. He would walk feeling like a giant and worthless piece of shit and they were part of the reason why. He felt miserable; he had never wanted to kill himself but if there was one thing he couldn’t help but think about at this very moment, was how to eventually do it. Pain suddenly had taken its toll.

Doors after doors, House and the officers walked every corridor and eventually arrived at the cells; they opened his and uncuffed him.

House looked at the guards and said, “Can I have my phone call now?”

“It’s five in the morning, wait a couple of hours.” The guard said before leaving.

“Johnson, I want you to call Jenny.” Norris asked.

“She’s still at the crime scene, right?” Johnson said, making his cell the lieutenant’s cell.

“Yep, put it on speakers.” Norris said.

“Lieutenant Walker.”

The moment the cops that were present in the large office heard the lieutenant’s voice, they all started Wolf Whistling. Norris rolled his eyes at his men and said, “Forget that ever happened. And for the rest of their lives they’ll be left with their gun instead of their precious manhood, you’ve got my word.”

“You know I don’t mind, Dad.” She said.

“DADDY’S GOT A HOT CHICK! I WANT MY OWN BOSS CHICK!” They all started chanting, well aware that the boss would want to kill them all. Through gritted teeth, he said, “You’ve got anything?”

“Don’t worry Dad; they’re only trying to annoy you.” She paused, “Anyway, there’s no need to call the forensics for this scene, and the only things I could find were some bourbon, General Hospital and the L Word DVDs, lots of books, a messy couch, an ashtray that was full as well as a pack of cigarette. Nothing imp-“she tried.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me this guy doesn’t have the profile of a killer?” Johnson cut in.

“That’s what I’m saying, Nick.” She said.

“When did I give you the right to speak to her?” Norris said.

“Dad…” She said.

“This is exactly you should never date your boss!” Norris said.

“She’s not my boss. We were partners!” Johnson retorted.

“It’s the same thing since she’s my daughter and that you didn’t have the guts to be a man!” Norris said.

“Dad, why are you talking about my relationship with Nick?”

“I’m processing information, honey.” Norris said.

“I need a smoke.” Johnson said, getting one single cigarette from his pocket.

Norris stared at the cigarette and suddenly stopped Johnson from putting it in his mouth, “Where did you get that cigarette?”

“That Peter guy earlier, I’m sorry but I can’t smoke your brand anymore boss.” Johnson shrugged.

“Nick! I thought you had quit!” Jenny exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not dating you anymore so I have a right to get my old addiction back!” Johnson got slightly angry.

“You two shut up!”Norris said, “Jenny, during the interrogation, I offered House a cigarette, he said he didn’t smoke.”

“Well, he must have lied to you because these cigarettes are obviously his.” Jenny expressed.

“We’ll have to confirm that.” Norris said.

“It’s a simple case, dad.” Jenny said, “The man’s a drug addict and that certainly doesn’t prevent him from smoking cigarettes.”

“But why would he lie to me about that? He admitted trying to kill her, his confession was clear and still why would he lie about something as completely pointless as that?”

“You think too much, boss.” Johnson said.

“Tomorrow morning, I’m coming to the crime scene.” Norris said.

“Can I have my Lucky back?” Johnson puppy dog eyed his boss.

“What?” Norris said but finally got it, he looked at the cigarette closely, it was indeed a Lucky Strike.

“Jenny, about that pack of cigarette, what’s the brand?” Norris asked, clearly serious.

“It’s a … wait; it’s back on the table… just give me two seconds… “She said moving from the front door to the table, “Lucky Strike.”

Please, tell me what you think. Any opinions, any insights. :) I LOVE YOUR REVIEWS!!!! Lol! ;)