Greg House rarely lost his ability to talk, but one of the rare moments that had left him speechless was that Thursday morning. Everything seemed to go the usual way, his patient's inexplicable condtion remained a mystery that he needed to solve and his team would not let him to do it his way. It was when he bursted into Cuddy's office in his usual blunt manner, shouting that he needed to brain-biopsy his patient. But the reason why he was there was long forgotten as he took in the sight in the front of him.
Cuddy was sitting on the couch in her office, a file opened on her lap, which was neither unusual or surprising position for her. The highly unusual thing was that next to her, knee to knee, sat James Wilson, his body pressed against her side as he was leaning to peer at the file, his chin resting on her shoulder, one of his hands covering Cuddy's as she held the file, the other stroking her hair to the side to keep it out of his face.
House blinked several times, hoping that the view in the front of him would change and indeed it did, as Wilson jumped off the couch and now stood by it, his eyes fixated on the floor while his hand nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Cuddy had seemed to have sunken into the couch cushions, holding the file in the front of her as if she was trying to hide behind it and completely disappear from the scene, her face burning a deep crimsom red color. House himself looked pretty stupid as he was basically dumbfounded, his hand gripping the cane handle as a life line so hard that the knuckles of his hand turned white. His eyes seems to be about to pop out and he was gaping his mouth, looking like fish who accidentaly jumped out of its tank and now was dying on the floor, definitely regretting its decision to jump in the first place.
Wilson had seemed to be the first one to recover fom the shock as he already had his share of being busted in a situation like this to last at least three lifetimes. He let his hand fall of his neck thursting it in his pocket as he looked at House. "Brain biopsy, huh. Radical move, don't you think? Anyway, Cuddy, gotta go, I've got patient in few minutes. See you at lunch, House"
Both Cuddy and House watch his haste retreat with dumbstruck expression on their faces, still not being able to belief his departure long after the door had closed behind him. Then they looked at each other, sharing a demused look before they both said just one sentence to sum it all up: "What was that about?"