A/N: This is the last chapter. It's been fun. Thanks again to arctichamster for helping me with the revisions. And stay tuned for more fun stories :) Thanks for reading!

Chapter Thirteen

As far as House was concerned, life was good. That is, until he came home one night and saw a rental moving van parked out front. He went down the hall to her open apartment door and entered her living room, which still held all her furniture. "What's going on?" he asked, when he eventually found her in the bedroom, taping up a box.

She looked up, startled. "I thought you were staying late tonight with the patient."

"Patient's dead. And you didn't answer my question. Were you just going to take off in the middle of the night without telling me? That's cold, even for you."

"It was kind of a spur of the moment decision. I caught a lead on my sister. I have to follow it before it goes cold again."

"Why move? Why not just take time off?"

"I don't know how long it's going to take."

"Right, you don't know. Moving is kind of a hasty solution, don't you think? Unless...there's another reason. Is it something I did?"

Laynie shook her head. "No. Not at all. Look, I need to follow this lead and I don't know where it's going to take me. It could take me across the country for all I know. What I do know is that I have to chase it. And I'm sorry you found out this way."

He snorted. "You thought it would be better for me to come home in the morning to find you and all of your stuff gone?"

"I wasn't thinking about you, Greg. Despite what you believe, it's not all about you."

"I never said it was! But a head's up would've been nice. Were you at least going to have the decency to leave a note?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course I was."

"Oh, well that's big of you."

"Why are you so upset about this? We have no ties to each other, House."

Her words stung, and he felt like he'd been slapped in the face.

"No ties," he repeated. "So these last few months meant nothing to you?"

"I didn't say that…"

"It's what you implied! You were just using me to "let off some tension"? Or maybe, "do the old cripple down the hall a favor"?

"Of course not! How can you even think that?"

"Then what was it? I thought we had something good. Potential for bigger and better things."

"Maybe we did, but I don't have the luxury of exploring that right now. I need answers, House. And staying here isn't working for me. I need to move on."

"And when you don't get the answers, then what? Are you coming back?"

"I don't know! I don't know what's going to happen! All I know is what's happening now! That's all I've got to go on!"

"Fine," he said and started to turn away. Laynie grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"Oh no, you're not getting away this easily. It's not going to end like this."

"Like what? You made it very clear that I don't matter. I don't have anything left to say. I've said my piece and your mind is clearly made up. As far as I'm concerned, we're done here."

"Fine! Then you can take this stuff!" she said as she picked up a large tote bag and shoved it at him. "I sure as hell won't be needing it now."

He glanced at its contents and saw that it was all the toys she bought when they went to the sex show.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather keep them for your next boyfriend in the next town? He might be even more kinky than I am. Although I doubt whoever he is will do the things I was more than willing to do."

"Son of a bitch!" she hissed and shoved him hard enough that he stumbled backwards onto the mattress of her bed. He reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her down with him. Then in one quick move, he rolled them so he straddled her, and pinned her hands down above her head.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," he said, his eyes dark with anger.

"I wouldn't do anything stupid if I were you," she hissed back. "The front door is wide open. All I have to do is scream."

"You like screaming," he said with a vicious grin. "And it's not open. I closed it when I came in."

"Let me up, God damnit!" she said as she struggled. But he was stronger than she gave him credit for.

"Oh, you don't wanna play the rape game? That's the spirit!"

"House! Come on!"

His mouth came down on hers in a kiss full of heat and urgency but he yelped when she bit his lip and continued to struggle out of his grasp. He wiped at his lip and looked at the blood on his fingers.

"Vicious little bitch, aren't you? Come on, Laynie," he coaxed. "Whaddya say? One last goodbye fuck?"

"I'd rather skip the fuck part if it's all the same to you," she snapped, still trying to get up but he wasn't letting her go.

"I wish I could let it go at that."

"Are you seriously going to force me to do this?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. "This is me, House. I'm a cop. You don't think I won't turn your ass in when it's over for sexual assault?"

"You wouldn't do that."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because deep down you want this. You don't want to leave."

"I don't want to. I have to."

"Why? Your sister will still be missing tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. You're a good cop, Laynie. Leaving tonight or tomorrow won't make a bit of difference as to whether you catch the guy or not."

"It might!"

"Yeah. I'd say your odds are less than 50/50 at best."

"I'll take those odds. It's all I've got."

She had stopped struggling and her eyes had become red-rimmed and glassy. A single tear escaped down her cheek.

House didn't know what to do next. He kissed her cheek, her forehead, then her other cheek before finally arriving at her mouth in a much more gentle kiss than before. She resisted at first, but the fight had gone out of her and she started kissing him back.

Her legs immediately wrapped around his hips, pulling him against her body as he released her hands in order to wrap his arms around her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers buried in his hair as she rolled her head back and allowed him to kiss and devour her neck.

"Mmm...House…."

"Shhh," he murmured against her skin as one hand slid over her sweatshirt to cup her breast.

She arched her back against his hand and he could feel her pulse quicken as he continued to caress her breast, and then the other one.

Part of her brain kept telling her, rather, screaming at her, to stop everything. That it would just make it that much harder for her to leave. But he was making her feel so good the other part told her to just go with it because in the end, he was right. She did want him.

Damnit! Why did he always have to be right? He was always so in tune with what I need. It's so maddening!

His lips found hers again but there was nothing soft about his kisses anymore. His lips were hot as he kissed her with a feverish urgency. He broke away just long enough to pull the sweatshirt over her head and then his lips found hers once more. His tongue explored her mouth as one of his hands reached around and unhooked her bra.

She reached down and pulled on his shirt until he paused just long enough to pull it over his head. She placed her hands on his chest and let her nails scrape across his nipples which caused him to groan softly. She could be attentive to his needs too, after all. It wasn't always just about what she needed.

His arms slipped underneath her once more and gripped her shoulders as he placed kisses across her throat and down to the valley of her breasts where his whiskers tickled the soft flesh there.

When he took a very hard nipple in his teeth and rolled it around on his tongue, she let out a soft moan. She moaned again when she felt his very obvious arousal poking through his jeans as he pressed his body against hers.

Her hand snaked down and she ran her hand over the bulge. God, but she wanted him! More than she could remember wanting anyone. Her fingers deftly unzipped his jeans, slipped inside and stroked him through the fabric of his boxers.

That seemed to do the trick of heating things up considerably. He knelt between her legs and immediately untied her yoga pants. He roughly tugged at them until they came off, only to be followed by her underwear. She got up on her knees too and helped him out of his jeans and boxers.

"Oh God!" she gasped when he knelt in front of her, grabbed a breast and fastened his mouth on it once more, suckling greedily on it. "More…"

He moved to the other breast and slid his free hand down to cup her, feeling her wet folds with his fingers. His thumb stroked her clit, now swollen and slippery to the touch as she panted and gyrated her hips against his hand.

House let go and pushed her onto her back, grabbing her legs and spreading them as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit until she thought she would come right then.

"House….please…."

Normally he'd have her tell him what she wanted and how, but he didn't want to waste time. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, and he wasn't going to pull any punches.

Still holding her legs open, he slid into her wet warmth and immediately began thrusting hard and deep.

Laynie gasped and threw her head back. "Yes! Harder…"

He chuckled inwardly. She was already close to the edge so he drove her over it in a few more hard strokes.

"More…" she gasped as her hands splayed across his chest, giving him more leverage.

He pulled out of her quickly. "Oh, now you want more? Up on your hands and knees," he growled in her ear. Once she was in position in front of him, he slammed into her once again, gripping her hips to hold her steady so he could penetrate even harder and deeper, thus hitting her G-spot on each stroke. "God…" he grunted between thrusts as he felt his own climax approaching.

He reached down and began rubbing her clit in fast circles and tapping it until she let out a feral cry and buried her face against the pillow-top mattress. When his own climax hit him, it was powerful and shook him to the core. He collapsed on top of her, both of them bathed in sweat.

House didn't remember falling asleep after that but when he opened his eyes, it was still dark. It took him a minute to realize where he was and he immediately sat up. He was alone. He knew that much. He reached for his shorts and his jeans and put them on before getting up.

Laynie was gone. The furniture remained but the boxes she'd been packing were gone and there was no sign of her. The apartment was empty. It was as if she had never even lived there.

How she managed to leave without waking him up was a mystery to him but he must have been in a deep sleep. It was unusual for him to sleep that soundly, for sure, but not out of the realm of possibility. He had just had one killer workout, after all. The thought of that brought a smile to his face as he picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head.

As he headed for the door he saw the bag she had tried to give back to him. Picking it up, he left her apartment and closed the door behind him.

The End