Maggie's Story ©Brogan 2008

Chapter 29

House's Heart-Maggie's Soul

"You can see the gun had been placed on the back of the head when it was fired, that's where we see the most damage. The front is mostly where she hit a rock falling forward."

House swallowed hard and looked down at the floor, trying to imagine what her thoughts were before the gun went off. Then he realized, her last act would be to ready herself for the Lord. Maggie would have tried to say a prayer, to ask God forgiveness.

Cradling Bear in his arm, he leaned down and kissed her cheek, "Damn it Mags, what were you thinking? What the hell were you thinking? You have a son, a husband and…oh, fuck."

The doctor nodded to House and left him to have some time with Maggie.

"Why don't you just tell me that you love me and can't wait to get me home?" Maggie reached up for Bear.

He narrowed his eyes, clinched his jaw, "I'm not so sure I want to take you home, or let you have your son."

Maggie puckered her lips, hoping to entice him to kiss her.

He glared.

Maggie smiled, holding her arms out for Bear, "Oh, honey, you know you love me. Now, be good and, if you're not going to kiss me, hand me Bear and get me something for this headache. It hurts like hell where it hit me." Feeling the bump on the back of her head she grimaced, "I never knew they packed a wad of paper into a blank."

Wilson shook his head, "I still don't know what happened."

Maggie took Bear after a reluctant House handed him over, "One of the guys that was supposed to kill me was an FBI undercover officer. He switched out the bullets for blanks in the other guy's gun. In order to make an attempted murder stick, they wanted my supposed killer to pull the trigger. But the blank was so close to my head, when the little wad of paper hit my head, it did with such force it caused a concussion. I passed out from the concussion and the sheer terror."

"Did you know he was FBI?" Wilson asked.

"Hell no. The impact of the wad of paper from the blank hitting the back of my head along with the emotional kick of thinking I was dead was too much. I passed out, face in the dirt and rocks. I even peed my pants. I have a huge bump on the back of my head."


House sat down grumbling, "People have been killed from blanks be shot that close. I say we sue."

"Honey, they saved my life, I'll deal with a concussion."

Theresa walked up, "What about Dennis?"

"Dennis? I don't know. I told him to join me inside, with Vito, in five minutes and he took off. The police asked me if I wanted to report the car stolen, but I said no. They know what happened and want to question him, possibly charge him with manslaughter, but I don't think they've found him."

Jack rolled into the room in his wheelchair, "Mags!" He lifted up and hugged her. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Apparently, I should be asking that question of you. Protecting Dennis after what happened?"

Jack chortled, "Oh, this is the kettle calling the pot black! I heard what you did for Dennis."

Maggie put a finger up to her lips, "Shhhh. We don't know who's listening."

Jack shook his head, "It's alright, no one has a subpoena to bug this hospital room, I'd know, believe me. How much do I owe you?"


Jack nodded, "No problem."

"I gave him a ticket to Spain and 10,000."

"That part of your plan was well executed. We got a call from him yesterday. He's fine, decided to go up to Ireland to family. But, we'll bring him home as soon as I can get the DA to go easy. Vito's family has been decimated."

"Really?" Maggie put a towel over her shoulder and began to nurse her son.

"I guess the FBI had to pull the plug to save you, but it looks like they have enough to put at least half of them away."

"What does that mean for you?"

"John Solano is the new boss. He and I can work together. He already wants to do some deals."

Maggie was discharged a few hours later. The FBI indicated that they would be by to discuss with her the events of the last few days. Wilson drove Maggie's car back to Princeton while House packed his family into the new Prius Maggie had made him buy. They drove back to Princeton, getting in around four in the afternoon.

Bear went to sleep almost as soon as they got in. After changing into a nightgown, Maggie went into the kitchen, got out some ice and made an ice pack for the bump on her head. She sat down at the end of the couch. House was itching to get downstairs, but his desire to be with Maggie was even more overwhelming than his desire to retreat to his lair. He laid back on the sofa and put his feet in her lap.

Maggie knitted her brow and smirked, "You want me to take care of you? Massage your feet?"

"Yeah, woman, it's about time you took care of your husband."

Sitting with her hand up on the ice bag, Maggie looked down at the long feet and long toes. Her heart clutched up, realizing that she had her family back. She was here with the man she adored and all size twelve of his feet. She looked across at him, lying with his arms behind his head. He twisted his head and stared at her from the corner of his eyes.

Rolling his eyes he laughed, "You're admiring me again. When you do that you usually tear…" He threw his head back, "There you go, tearing up."

"Greg, for the last two decades I've loved you so much. When I thought I was going to die, the last vision in my head was of you, not Bear, although he was a close second, but of you and those blue eyes. I don't always say it, but I love you."

He grimaced, "Ah Christ, now I'm supposed to get all mushy and say it back."

Maggie laughed, "Nope, if you said it back, it'd be like nails against the blackboard." She put the ice bag down and started to rub his feet, beginning with his heel.

House watched her as she rubbed his feet, her eyes looking down at his toes, smiling sweetly. He was glad she was home; it felt whole again, the world was turning again. He reached down and pulled her towards him, into his arms. Hugging her, he nuzzled her hair, smelling the familiar smell of her Aveno shampoo.

Maggie said nothing as House squeezed her tightly and nuzzled her neck. This wasn't a prelude to sex, this was a need to connect, be close to her. This was House's way of saying, "I love you." Warm 

arms around her, she smiled to herself, wanting so much to keep this moment locked in her memory. They stayed like that for several minutes, but the grip on her was too much.

"Honey, can you loosen up a little?"

The grip pulling her to him relaxed and he chuckled. "I do love you."

"I know honey, I know. I've always known."

"Let's have sex?"

Maggie felt the lump on her head. The swelling was going down, "Let's do it right here, right now." She pulled her panties down and threw them on the floor. House fumbled with his belt buckle, the pace of his heart picking up. He watched as she reached down and pulled at his zipper, already feeling the bulge against the fabric of his trousers.

"Crap!" he muttered when the zipper stuck for a second.

She pulled the zipper up a little, freeing the fabric and then unzipped him all the way down. She peeled his pants back and put her lips down on the bulge under his shorts. He pushed up, his eyes fixed on her nuzzling him.

She growled, "Get your pants off."

He pulled his trousers down and off, "I bet you didn't think I missed you!"

"Oh baby, that bulge sure says it all." She pulled his shorts down and watched as his erection sprang up, hard and throbbing. She giggled.

"Could you stop talking and jump on. I haven't had any tang for weeks."

Straddling him, poised to lower herself onto him, she grinned, "Ready?"

He grit his teeth and without answering her, stabbed up into her, his face registering pleasure as he found his mark. Maggie bent over, feeling him deep inside of her. She gripped him and started to grind on top of him. Slipping up and down while still gripping, he started to wince from the pleasure, moaning as she increased the rhythm.

"Damnit Maggie, take the damn gown off so that I can hoover those breasts."

Maggie, bouncing up and down, pulled the gown off, revealing the creamy white breasts and pert pink nipples. House pulled her down and took her breast in his mouth, sucking on it. He snickered.

"I keep forgetting about the milk."

Maggie, who was watching him play with her breasts laughed, "I know, you've just triggered my milk."

House watched as the milk formed droplets off of her nipples. He reached up and licked both of them and then pulled her down to his chest. He loved the feel of her soft breasts against the hair of his chest. He kissed her as he continued to pump slowly up inside of her.

"Come on, get up."


"Just get up."

Maggie dismounted and stood up. House pulled her over to the rolled arm of the sofa, bent her over and pushed her legs apart. Finding her slit, he pushed back inside, slapping her ass a couple of times for no reason but for his pleasure. He reached under and pulled up on her breasts, pushing further into her. The delicious wet, warm, feel of her muscles along with her white ass spread apart was only enhanced by the feel of her breasts against his arm.

"I may be fifty, but you always make me feel like I'm 31 again. Oh, damn…yeah." He could feel the release coming, the tingling in his groin, the pressure releasing slowly at first and then in fast spurts as he ejaculated. He grunted five times into her ear and then his breath escaped slowly from his lungs. Hardly able to talk, he pulled out and pulled her over to the couch where he pushed her back and started to finger her. He watched her clitoris peak out, but knew it was too sensitive to rub directly so he rubbed next to it, through the folds. She started to buck and tighten as the waves overtook that sweet, naked body of hers. The larger than normal breasts bounced with her as she screamed.

"Greg! Oh, God, Greg…that's right, right there, faster. Oh yeah, that's perfect. Ahhhhhhhhhh." She pulled away and giggled, "You are so good at this. Better than the rest."

"Gee, thanks. I guess. I hope you aren't insinuating you've had a lot to compare to."

"That's my secret and I'm keeping it."

House climbed on the couch with her where they held each other tightly. House realized how close he had come to losing Maggie and the thought brought wetness to his eyes. A tear rolled down. When Maggie saw it, her jaw dropped and then she hugged him harder.

"What was that about?" She asked.

He smirked, not wanting to be sentimental, but the thoughts of him losing her and how much she meant to him kept coming in waves, followed by a few more tears. "Mags, I've never loved anyone more than you. I never will. You're the one constant factor in my life; the one person I always knew was out there that loved me. I don't think I could live without that in my universe. I depend on it to keep me going."

"Oh, honey, I'm not going anywhere. We have a long time ahead of us."

"I hope so Mags, because I love you Heart and Soul."

The End

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