Amazing Grace- A House/NCIS story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything House related except DVDs. Ryan is mine, though.

AN. This is meant to read like an episode... not sure I got the effect I was going for though. Also, I know nothing about medicine except what is on House, and I know nothing about the US Armed Forces, so bear with me. Constructive criticism and praise welcome

Chapter one:


Captain Adam Roosevelt beamed as he strode down the gangplank and onto the dock, dumping his duffel bag and scooping his three year old twin daughters into his arms, and squeezing them tightly.

"Hey, angels. Wow, look at how big you've are! You must be taller than mommy now, huh?"

Rachel giggled and Jaime shook her head. "Not yet."

Adam laughed. "Not yet. Ok. Have you been eating your vegies? If you don't eat them, you know what happens, right?"

Rachel, older by three minutes nodded earnestly. "Uh-huh. If we don't eat them, we won't grow and the fairies won't put presents for us in your bag."

"That's right."

"I ate lots of vegies. Does that mean I get an extra big present?" asked Jaime.

"No, it doesn't," said a new voice.

Adam's face lit up as he looked up to see his wife, Dana, Putting the twins on the ground, and placing his cap on Rachel's head, he took Dana in his arms and kissed her.

"Eww!" Jaime wrinkled her nose and her parents laughed.

"Daddy? Do you have to go away again?" Rachel asked, tugging on his pant leg.

Adam looked behind him at the enormous Quantavius, his home for the past six months. "No, angel. I'm home for awhile now."

"Yay!" the girls squealed in unison, and Adam picked up Jaime in one arm and Rachel in the other, while Dana got his bag.

"Come on, ladies. Let's go home."

That night, when the twins were in bed in their spacious New Jersey home, Adam and Dana sat talking. "So, they don't know how Geoff and Wallis died?" Dana asked worriedly.

Adam shook his head heavily. "No. It's horrible. I still can't believe it."

She still looked concerned and he knew what his wife was thinking. "Don't worry, babe. They know it's not contagious, or it would have been more than just two. The doc checked me over, and I'm perfectly healthy."

Dana sighed and relief, smiling sheepishly. "Good. I worry, you know."

Adam kissed her. "Well, I'm home now. They said it could be as long as two years before I go back out. I'll be home so much, you'll wish I was gone."

Dana laughed and hugged him. A week later, Adam awoke at his normal time and got up, careful not to disturb his sleeping wife as he went downstairs to do his PT. As he ran on the treadmill, he stopped after ten minutes. He was surprised to notice his breaths were coming in raspy bursts. Shakily, he thought it wise to return to bed, when suddenly, halfway upstairs he collapsed. Hearing the noise, Dana hurried out of the bedroom and to her husband's side.

"Adam? Adam, what's wrong?"

Scared and finding it hard to breathe, he grabbed her hand. "I- I can't feel my legs!"