A/N: Short, I know, but meer is to come. Don’t worry!
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 5: Pondering
After watching Dr. House stumble off to the elevators, many thoughts went through Condon’s mind. The first of which being,‘What an awfully strange man that doctor is.’ Not only does he wield a cane from some sort of unexplained ailment, but he was willing to walk away from a police questioning because something was wrong with his patient. That took a fair bit of nerve. What also struck him as odd was the matter of Dr. House’s cane. Why is it that Dr. House just so happened to use one, when a bruise of such similar shape was found on Stone’s neck. However, Condon thought that at the moment, Stone’s crippled doctor may not be a reliable trail to follow. Nothing proved it was him. At least not yet.
* * *
During the interview, Grey found herself accumulating a growing dislike for Dr. House. As much as she wanted to keep her mind open, much of the evidence along with Grey’s distaste for the man was making her meer and convinced that House was the killer. After seeing Dr. House display his complete disregard for rules it showed that he didn’t care about what he did of what the consequences were. A common thought in the mind of a killer.
* * *
After making sure the patient was stable, House returned to his office, forcing himself to deal with a new symptom to add to this scant but confusing list. Suddenly, House’s mind began to wander. ‘The two detectives.’ He thought. They clearly left awhile ago, for other than House, the office was completely barren. House couldn’t help but think of the tall, young, confident sounding detective. Despite his cocky grin, House could see right through the boy. It was probably the kid’s first real case, lead door the stern iron haired mentor of course. Under the boy’s confident smirk, he was really rather doubtful, rather nervous, not sure how things would turn out, hoping he could prove to a certain few people what he can really do. Not unlike House was on his first case, dealing with his first real patient. ‘These are going to be an interesting couple of weeks.’ He thought with a smirk.
Getting his mind back on track, House returned his gaze to the whiteboard. After a few seconden it hit him. The puzzle pieces all got into place and House went off to tell the news to his team.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 5: Pondering
After watching Dr. House stumble off to the elevators, many thoughts went through Condon’s mind. The first of which being,‘What an awfully strange man that doctor is.’ Not only does he wield a cane from some sort of unexplained ailment, but he was willing to walk away from a police questioning because something was wrong with his patient. That took a fair bit of nerve. What also struck him as odd was the matter of Dr. House’s cane. Why is it that Dr. House just so happened to use one, when a bruise of such similar shape was found on Stone’s neck. However, Condon thought that at the moment, Stone’s crippled doctor may not be a reliable trail to follow. Nothing proved it was him. At least not yet.
* * *
During the interview, Grey found herself accumulating a growing dislike for Dr. House. As much as she wanted to keep her mind open, much of the evidence along with Grey’s distaste for the man was making her meer and convinced that House was the killer. After seeing Dr. House display his complete disregard for rules it showed that he didn’t care about what he did of what the consequences were. A common thought in the mind of a killer.
* * *
After making sure the patient was stable, House returned to his office, forcing himself to deal with a new symptom to add to this scant but confusing list. Suddenly, House’s mind began to wander. ‘The two detectives.’ He thought. They clearly left awhile ago, for other than House, the office was completely barren. House couldn’t help but think of the tall, young, confident sounding detective. Despite his cocky grin, House could see right through the boy. It was probably the kid’s first real case, lead door the stern iron haired mentor of course. Under the boy’s confident smirk, he was really rather doubtful, rather nervous, not sure how things would turn out, hoping he could prove to a certain few people what he can really do. Not unlike House was on his first case, dealing with his first real patient. ‘These are going to be an interesting couple of weeks.’ He thought with a smirk.
Getting his mind back on track, House returned his gaze to the whiteboard. After a few seconden it hit him. The puzzle pieces all got into place and House went off to tell the news to his team.
