Discalimer: The usual - not mine blah blah blah….You can try to sue :crazy laughter: I have nothing but my house DVD set and over my dead body shall you take them from me!

Warning: Fluff ahead! Huddy all they way baby!Eventual Smut so consider yourself warned!

A/N I know there are probably a lot of grammatical errors in here, I have no proofreader and proofreading your own stuff at 3 am when you are crashing from the caffeine is never a good thing! Be gentle this is my first attempt ever! Constructive criticism welcomed. Hate mail will be returned to the sender with a flaming bag of poo attached!

CHAPTER 1- Game On

The hovering form of Dr. Lisa Cuddy stood impatiently, with arms folded across her chest. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other- a task not to be mocked in four inch heels - she stared at her ragged reflection captured by the glass wall to her office. She couldn't recall ever looking so run down. Blurry-eyed, late-night budget reviews took their toll in the tension presented throughout her shoulders. She briefly allowed a hand to slip up from where it lay nested to massage at the dull ache. An in vain attempt, she concluded. She really had no time for this. It was becoming later in the morning with every moment lost, moments that should have found her busied in a to do list a mile long that currently sat on her desk. Although she had a complete comprehension of such, there was one little detail that stood in the way of her fulfillment of such tasks. The door was locked and she was on the wrong side, the side opposite the keys that lay on her office table visibly taunting her and again she scolded herself for such a silly mistake. She focused for a moment on the dark circles under her eyes and frowned before seeing past her reflection and into the office where her keys sat amiss the piles of paperworkawaiting her. Damn House!Damn him to hell!

The kneeling oaf of a man who squatted in front of her at the office door fiddling with the lock looked her up and down. His eyes settled on her chest momentarily, much to her disgust, before turning back to the matter at hand. His mouth hung open as he fidgeted with the lock. His tool belt was waging a war against gravity and failing miserably. It hung dangerously close to posing a threat of indecent exposure as it tugged at the waistline of his uniform pants.

Again Cuddy found herself grimacing inwardly. Sometime today would be nice, she mentally groused. When his mouth wasn't hanging open, he was smacking what she could only assume was the remains of gum he had tucked amongst his not so pearly whites as he struggled to focus on the problematic office door.

"So", he managed between punctuating smacks, "You own this hospital?" He gestured with the screwdriver he held between his chubby fingers back and forth glaring at her over the brim of his glasses that sat aloof on his repugnant face. She wondered how he managed to even keep hold of the thing. It was relatively tiny in comparison to his ogre proportions. She heard him utter a string of muffled curses as the screw driver descended to the floor with a sharp clink. Maybe he hadn't mastered that yet either. His attention now returned once again to her, she realized he was still waiting for her reply.

The petite dean of medicine was in no mood to make nice but suffered a smile, as was her nature, before replying. " Um, no…I just run it." At least for now she added silently to herself. No telling how long it would be before she tracked house down and killed him -slowly and painfully. Then, depending on how well she hid the body, she would possibly end up in jail. Although half the hospital staff would probably have been more than eager to assist her with disposing of the snarky diagnostician. If she didn't want to selfishly claim all the glory for herself, she would have considered it more earnestly. More than likely, he would just do something completely idiotic and the board would hold her responsible - fire her, and then she'd still kill House and go to jail. Either way the end result was the same. Then again maybe she would kill house and they would hold a parade in her honor, give her a raise, and a name a holiday after her. National Cuddy Day did have a nice ring to it. Regardless of her intentions, what ever they were to be, there was nothing to be done about anything until she had access to her office.

She realized the repulsive man was speaking to her again.

"Oh," the locksmiths only reply. "This your office"?

Now she was just annoyed. He obviously couldn't take a hint that she didn't want to have a nice little "let's get aquatinted" chat with a man whose butt crack was on display to all of New Jersey. She simply wanted him to do his job. His attention to detail and knack for the obvious was astounding. It was as if his mind had wandered off and gone roaming the halls or perhaps just simply gone missing one day, a long time ago she was guessing, and never even so much as sent a post card in its absence. She had spoken to him on the phone and given him her name at least three times since he arrived. He could not have seriously asked her that question with her name plainly labeled on the front of the door before him in bold white lettering. Still again, without even a trace of frustration, she simply humored him.

"I hope so", another forced smile finding its way to her face.

House was going to pay for this and pay big. The thought of torturing him did bring a genuine satisfaction that curled onto her lips in the form of an evil grin. Too bad the overweight man sweating profusely in an overly cooled corridor caught it and probably took it out of context. How was it possible to break a sweat when he hadn't even exerted himself, unless you counted straining his neck in attempt to get a better view of her cleavage. Please dear lord don't let him fall out I am not moving the body. He grunted reaching for another dropped tool. Clumsy as he is incompetent. Anywhere but here she mentally wished, anywhere but here.

"Almost got it," more grunting, "ah hah..there we go!" a small click and the lock gave way. The door cringed open in defeat.

Cuddy took a deep breath and exhaled before thanking and paying the man all the while attempting to mentally calm her nerves. Now seated behind her desk she mulled things over. Yes this was all Houses fault. She unconsciously took her anger out on the file folders she was holding. She assaulted them, sorting, shuffling, and re-stacking them she slammed each with an increasing amount of force – a level raised by the notion of Houses earlier actions- back down onto her desk.

She couldn't deny she was also angry at herself on some level for allowing him to rattle her enough to lock herself out of her own office. Before she could indulge her mental tirade any further the door to her office swung open. It was an unwelcome occurrence when she knew it was him.

He swaggered in leaning heavily on his cane until he slouched himself in the chair directly in front of her desk and propped both sneaker clad feet upon the edge of it.

Lisa Cuddy's temper seethed. His smug expression pinned under the weight of her glare he could clearly see the storm swelling in the blue of her eyes. She was pist. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, noticing her shallow breathing, her clinched teeth, her very demeanor was rigid. She was really pist.

"Let me guess", she spoke first not giving him a chance to interrupt, " You came to gloat." Her statement punctuated with a grunt as she stood and leaned to throw his feet off her desk.

She watched House wince at the pain in his leg as his feet were tossed back to the floor. Any other day she might have felt bad about it, today he had it coming.

"owww…" He glowered at her. His lips formed a pout before continuing about his self-indulgent drama. It was a look she'd compare to a scolded five-year-old. Sad that his stunning wit and sly remarks were matched only by the childish faces that accompanied them.

"You hurt me! That was so insensitive for a doctor!" Another face attempted to draw her sympathy – fat chance. "Ever heard of Do No Harm? Ringing any bells?"

"You'll get over it, I already have." She crossed her arms over her chest now still standing behind her desk attempting to maintain a safe distance. Safe for him, if she was any closer she was afraid she really would need a place to hide the body. " And didn't your mother ever tell you if you make faces like that it'll freeze that way. Then again what should you care. I hear it doesn't freeze much in hell."

"Why Doctor Cuddy? Do I sense underlying hostility?"

"Ya think?" She gestured emphatically throwing her hands in the air as if to say 'I give up'. They landed agin at her side with a dramatic smack . "Could it be because maybe a certain cane wielding, vicodin(sp?) popping, apathetic maniac broke into my house without adequate cause?"

"Technically its not breaking in if you have a key." House smirked, his lips pressed into a thin line before he met her eyes again. He was enjoying this.

"I never gave you a key you…you stole it." She was stammering she was so frustrated with him. She reminded herself to count to ten. Count to ten or do ten years in prison for killing him. She could always make it look like an accident.

"Did not I put it right back where I found it." House declared proudly chin now leaning on his cane he watched as Cuddy paced back and forth in her office. "Besides I already had a spare made. For emergencies, can't be too careful you know." He studied her reactions expectantly and started a mental count down. She was going to go over the edge any minute now. Short count down.

"Unbelievable!" Cuddy shook her head at him and massaged her forehead. Her thumb and forefinger finally resting above her brow as if to shield the thoughts of his violations away.

" And we had every right. There was more than adequate cause to search for any contaminates, or mold, or any other reason as to what could have been cause the patients symptoms."

Cuddy's eyes widened and she stopped dead in her tracks spinning on her heels. She faced him now outraged "In my underwear drawer?" Again she shook her head this time in disbelief that he could be so -such an ass- her mind offered.

At this house rose with a firm grip on his cane for fear she might try to kick it out from under him, and moved till his lanky frame towered over her. " Oh that!" House declared enthusiastically as if he had just found the cure for cancer. "Now that was really just me confirming a long held suspicion." He wagged his eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes in a huff of disapproval. His gaze swept over her frame as his eyes roamed her figure- looking her up and down. The gesture alone enough to send a familiar wave of heat surging through her, let alone his proximity. He leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear "I always imagined you in red lingerie". His lips faintly brushed against her ear and he heard her gasp slightly in surprise.

Shit, shit, shit!A voice of panic screamed inside of her.She fought to maintain her composure as her breath caught in her throat. She felt a warm flush in her checks and mentally willed herself against it. She had been furious two moments ago; now her pulse was racing for an entirely different reason and she hated it. She stepped away and around him to her desk.

"Don't you have clinic hours to attend to." Cuddy growled at him feeling reassured by the comfortable space restored between them now.He simply met her eyes once more offering her a sly grin, then made his exit as quickly as he had entered. He left her to wondering what the hell he was up to. Just the way he intended. "Oh Cuddy your too easy." he laughed to himself.Cuddy had not moved from the spot she stood last as he left. Her mind had been formulating an evil, evil plan. She would take her revenge. Greg House underestimated her. He forgot if there was anyone who could put him in his place it was her.Paybacks a bitch and this was going to be fun.

TBC...

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