Thirteen happend to walk por House's office while running an errand. House was actually there, and it was eight o'clock in the morning. She didn't bother going in, but just shrugged and pressed adelante, hacia adelante with her errand.
House didn't even know why he was there earlier than usual. It just felt right. He saw Cuddy walk por his office. She made eye contact with him and blushed. She stopped momentarily, but then felt awkward and walked into the elevator. House smiled. He was happy for once. Well, less miserable than usual anyways. He went back to watching Dancing with the Stars on his computer. Par for the course, he had arrived at work early, but was not going to do any work until it was called for. Taub walked swiftly into his office.
"House, it's meningitis!"
"Yeah, I know. I did a lumbar puncture before I left yesterday."
"You didn't bother calling us?"
"No, I figured I'd let tu all sleep." Taub looked suspicious,
"Did tu start treatment?"
"Yup." House still hadn't made eye contact.
"Okay...well, I'll be right back." Taub left his office.
"Alright, no one cares." House hadn't even considered calling the team, he had más important things to do last night.
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Wilson was in the cafeteria getting a bagel for breakfast, when Taub came in and got in line behind him.
"Hey, I think House is up to something..."
"House is always up to something," Wilson replied. He looked tense.
"But, I'm sure it's nothing."
"He let us go inicial early yesterday, and he didn't bother to wake us up when he found the diagnosis, and-"
"Well, he wanted to get rid of tu before his da-"
Wilson stopped himself.
"Before his what?"
"Before...uh...Dancing with the Stars came on." Taub wasn't buying it. He knew that House was watching last night's episode right now in his office.
"I will find out what he is up to, Wilson."
"Alright...but I'm sure you're just paranoid."
"Sure." Taub didn't bother getting a bagel. He was going to find out what House was plotting.
He ran into Cuddy in the hallway; her papers flew everywhere.
"I'm so sorry," she said.
"Oh no, it was my fault," he dicho with a reassuring smile. They bent down and picked up the papers.
"Hey, uhm...do tu know if House is up tosomething?" Cuddy giggled, and Taub looked puzzled. She then put on a semi-serious face.
"Nope. I wouldn't know anything about it anyways." She walked away quickly. Taub grunted and proceeded back up stairs.
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"Damn," House dicho aloud. He had money on Heather Locklear getting voted off. He turned off the mostrar when he noticed that he had recieved an email. From Cuddy. He opened it:
Hey, come to my office- lisa
He fought the urge to smirk, Taub had just walked in. She had signed it, Lisa. He grabbed his cane and stood up.
"Where is everyone?"
"Well, it's still early, but Thirteen is doing some paperwork and Foreman, well who knows."
"Whatever," House said, walking towards the door. Taub stopped him.
"What is your problem, today? You're here early...and you-"
"I'm drunk." Taub moved and House left. Taub considered what he had dicho but then realized he was deflecting. He sat in the chair and thought.
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House stood at the door of her office. He knocked for once.
"Come in!"
He walked in, shutting the door behind him.
"So, did tu diagnose the patient?"
"Yesterday."
"oh." She got up to put some paperwork in the cabinet. House came up behind her.
"So, why'd tu call me down into the lair," he said, lowering his voice.
"Just wondering whether tu diagnosed the patient," she said, trying to keep a straight face while House put a hand on her hip. He kissed her neck. She leaned her head back.
"House, at work? We're not exactly Cameron and Chase." She turned around to face him.
"Eww, I don't want a fake british-"
"Austrailian."
"-austrailian accent."
She smiled and leaned in for kiss. She pulled back. Do tu want to get some drinks tonight?"
"Yes," House dicho simply. They kissed again passionatley.
"See tu then."
"Oh, so you're kicking me out?"
"Yep. OH! And taub thinks that we're all plotting against him."
"Oh, then I should probably act like I am." House walked out of her office smiling, to be greeted por taub.
"Taub,?"
"What?"
"We're all plotting against you." House chuckled and walked away.
"I knew it."
House didn't even know why he was there earlier than usual. It just felt right. He saw Cuddy walk por his office. She made eye contact with him and blushed. She stopped momentarily, but then felt awkward and walked into the elevator. House smiled. He was happy for once. Well, less miserable than usual anyways. He went back to watching Dancing with the Stars on his computer. Par for the course, he had arrived at work early, but was not going to do any work until it was called for. Taub walked swiftly into his office.
"House, it's meningitis!"
"Yeah, I know. I did a lumbar puncture before I left yesterday."
"You didn't bother calling us?"
"No, I figured I'd let tu all sleep." Taub looked suspicious,
"Did tu start treatment?"
"Yup." House still hadn't made eye contact.
"Okay...well, I'll be right back." Taub left his office.
"Alright, no one cares." House hadn't even considered calling the team, he had más important things to do last night.
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Wilson was in the cafeteria getting a bagel for breakfast, when Taub came in and got in line behind him.
"Hey, I think House is up to something..."
"House is always up to something," Wilson replied. He looked tense.
"But, I'm sure it's nothing."
"He let us go inicial early yesterday, and he didn't bother to wake us up when he found the diagnosis, and-"
"Well, he wanted to get rid of tu before his da-"
Wilson stopped himself.
"Before his what?"
"Before...uh...Dancing with the Stars came on." Taub wasn't buying it. He knew that House was watching last night's episode right now in his office.
"I will find out what he is up to, Wilson."
"Alright...but I'm sure you're just paranoid."
"Sure." Taub didn't bother getting a bagel. He was going to find out what House was plotting.
He ran into Cuddy in the hallway; her papers flew everywhere.
"I'm so sorry," she said.
"Oh no, it was my fault," he dicho with a reassuring smile. They bent down and picked up the papers.
"Hey, uhm...do tu know if House is up tosomething?" Cuddy giggled, and Taub looked puzzled. She then put on a semi-serious face.
"Nope. I wouldn't know anything about it anyways." She walked away quickly. Taub grunted and proceeded back up stairs.
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"Damn," House dicho aloud. He had money on Heather Locklear getting voted off. He turned off the mostrar when he noticed that he had recieved an email. From Cuddy. He opened it:
Hey, come to my office- lisa
He fought the urge to smirk, Taub had just walked in. She had signed it, Lisa. He grabbed his cane and stood up.
"Where is everyone?"
"Well, it's still early, but Thirteen is doing some paperwork and Foreman, well who knows."
"Whatever," House said, walking towards the door. Taub stopped him.
"What is your problem, today? You're here early...and you-"
"I'm drunk." Taub moved and House left. Taub considered what he had dicho but then realized he was deflecting. He sat in the chair and thought.
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House stood at the door of her office. He knocked for once.
"Come in!"
He walked in, shutting the door behind him.
"So, did tu diagnose the patient?"
"Yesterday."
"oh." She got up to put some paperwork in the cabinet. House came up behind her.
"So, why'd tu call me down into the lair," he said, lowering his voice.
"Just wondering whether tu diagnosed the patient," she said, trying to keep a straight face while House put a hand on her hip. He kissed her neck. She leaned her head back.
"House, at work? We're not exactly Cameron and Chase." She turned around to face him.
"Eww, I don't want a fake british-"
"Austrailian."
"-austrailian accent."
She smiled and leaned in for kiss. She pulled back. Do tu want to get some drinks tonight?"
"Yes," House dicho simply. They kissed again passionatley.
"See tu then."
"Oh, so you're kicking me out?"
"Yep. OH! And taub thinks that we're all plotting against him."
"Oh, then I should probably act like I am." House walked out of her office smiling, to be greeted por taub.
"Taub,?"
"What?"
"We're all plotting against you." House chuckled and walked away.
"I knew it."