Yo ho peeps! Now, I know this should be in the crossover section and I respect the rules… but no one really looks there at all. So I decided to make the crossover a mystery and at the end of the chapter, all will be revealed :) After a few days (Monday at the most), this will certainly move to the crossover section, so no worries, and I do understand the guidelines! Also, the name and summary WILL change once it's in the crossover section, so just look for my pen name in the proper category :)

Anyways, this plot line has been bothering me for so darn long! So I hope you enjoy! There will be more explanation in the next chapter, just don't want to give anything away! PS- There shall be Jisbon sooner or later :P

*Thank you to Auraya-of-the-White for pointing out the Princeton-Plainsboro is in New Jersey, not Pennsylvania :P I guess I am biased since I was born in Pennsylvania :D

Useless fact: I was listening to the Born to be Wild studio recording by Adam Lambert while writing this A/N :P Also, my foot is numb…

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!!!!! …. Sadly :(

"Road trip!" Jane yelled suddenly from the passenger seat, making everyone in the car jump a bit.

Lisbon sighed. Same old Jane. "This is not a road trip, Jane! We are here to solve a case, not have fun."

"We couldn't possibly drive from California to New Jersey," Cho stated, whilst reading his book.

"Why are we here, anyways? Can't the New Jersey police solve this?" Rigsby asked Lisbon.

"No," Lisbon turned around from looking at the road. "And don't ask me why. That is a question you should have asked Minelli before we left!"

"How could you read in the car, Cho?" Rigsby asked, "Don't you get carsick?"

"No," Still looking at his book.

Rigsby nodded and went back to looking out the window, pointing at a few things outside like a child would.

Van Pelt laughed every time he did this. Stating occasionally, "It's like you've never seen a pine tree before," Gathering a few laughs from the team when Rigsby looked at his feet, ashamed.

When all seemed quiet, Jane broke the silence with a quiet, and then growing louder, "Road Trip! Road Trip! Road Trip! Road Trip! Road Trip! Road Trip!"

"Jane, shut the hell up," Cho said, still reading his book.

"Lisbon, turn left here," Jane pointed to an intersection coming up.

Lisbon jolted up a bit, "What?"

"Left. Turn. Here." He stated again, making sure he said it extra slowly. Something was up.

"Oh," she nodded, "Of course. Left," She turned the car. The throbbing pain in her head came back, after she thought it was gone. It felt like an over-the-top headache. Correction: It was an over-the-top headache.

Lisbon groaned and leaned her head back, hoping the pain would go away.

"Are you okay, Lisbon?" Van Pelt asked her boss, concern outlining all of her features.

"Yeah, just a little headache is all," She shook her head, which hurt more than leaving it alone. Jane gave her a suspicious look, and Lisbon responded with a glare.

To ease the tension Rigsby-style, Wayne took out the giant bucket of fries he got just half an hour before. "Fries, anyone?" He smiled sheepishly, holding out the giant bucket of "greasy crap", as Cho had called it earlier.

Despite his earlier statement, Cho grabbed a dozen or so. Jane laughed and took a handful (managing to throw half of said handful at Rigsby). Van Pelt took a few, and Rigsby had a giant handful and stuffed it in his face, earning some grossed out looks from the ladies.

"Fries?" A full-mouthed Rigsby asked Lisbon.

She shook her head. "No, thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Lisbon, you haven't eaten anything all day except a tiny piece of toast at six in the morning," Jane gave her another suspicious look. "Come to think of it, you haven't eaten much for about a week. Something wrong?"

Lisbon once again shook her head. "No," She said simply as she parked at the hotel they were staying at. "Now everyone out!" They did as she told them to.

Once through the sliding doors and up to the hallway where their rooms were, they discovered that no one was on that floor except for them. That was both comforting and disturbing.

Lisbon felt a sudden pain in her abdomen, and she let go of her suitcase and bent over in pain, clutching herself. Before anyone could react, her vision blurred. She felt extremely dizzy, and her head felt like a giant balloon. Only milliseconds later, her world faded to black and she collapsed. She fell backwards and hit her head on the wall. If she wasn't passed out already, that hit would have done it for her.

Seeing this, Jane threw his suitcase down and darted forward, elbowing Rigsby in the process. "Teresa!" He yelled.

He slid down to his knees beside her. "Teresa? Can you hear me? Lisbon!" He turned around to tell Cho to call an ambulance, but he was already on the phone.

When the ambulance arrived, Lisbon was still passed out. The team went into the ambulance. Jane didn't take his eyes off of her.

When they arrived at the hospital and sat in Lisbon's room an hour later, Lisbon still had yet to regain consciousness fully. She drifted in and out. It was making Jane anxious. The rest of the team had stayed in the waiting room.

A nurse had come in and said Lisbon had broken her wrist and had a minor concussion from the impact on the wall.

The nurse was going to get the head of the medical department, regarding Lisbon's symptoms and injuries. They had yet to diagnose her, and needed specific help in treating her. She did not have an ordinary condition, the nurse had told them.

Lisbon had been awake for about an hour straight, complaining about her dizziness and her headache, and occasionally cringing at her leg. She claimed the pain in her head was getting worse. Eventually, Lisbon drifted off to sleep, leaving Jane alone.

Just when Jane was about to scream at the "specialists" for not getting to Lisbon fast enough, a man came through the door with a limp and a cane. Jane got up from his seat next to the bed.

The man threw the cane at Patrick, and he caught it, twirling it in his hands like a baton. In his short-lived fun, Jane managed to knock over a lamp that was on the bedside table. It fell to the floor, shattering.

The sound immediately woke Lisbon up, and once she saw Patrick holding the makeshift baton and tilting his head while looking at the shattered glass and pottery, Lisbon rolled her eyes, which immediately drifted over to the new man in the room.

"Woops," the man with the limp said, shrugging.

Jane stepped over the remains of the lamp to put out his hand. The man took it and they shook hands firmly and quickly.

"Patrick Jane," Jane said. "And you are?"

"Doctor House." The man said.

Hehehe. I hope you liked it! Review, please! I'll explain some complications with the House thing in the next chapter, if you don't already know what has happened in the season 5 finale O_o

Also, just to clarify: I did so much research on Lisbon's diagnosis, it's insane! So it's not something that a normal doctor could solve. We need…. SUPER HOUSE!