Thirteen walks into my office. "Cuddy?"

"What does House want?" I look up at her.

"Brain Biopsy."

"Why are you here?"

"Because his latest theory is that you agree with women more."

"That's not a House theory." I look up at her. "What is the real theory?" I put down my pen and give her my whole attention.

"He thinks you have the hots for me." She sighs. "I disagree with him."

"That the brain biopsy is necessary or that I like you?"

"A little of both, but I was referring to the brain biopsy." She looks at me. "It's just as likely to be a clotting issue as it is a neurological issue."

"Why does House think its neurological?"

"Because the patient is a decent human being."

"Sounds like House." I smirk. "No biopsy. And why does House think I like you?" I cock my head curiously.

"I don't know. I thought you were straight."

"I thought he thought I was too."

She looks at me shocked. "You aren't?"

I shrug. "Why did he think that I liked you?"

"No clue. I thought he was just making fun of me."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know." She blushes and clears her throat. "So brain biopsy. You said no, right? What should we do instead?"

"You're blushing." I smile.

"No I'm not." She denies blushing deeper.

"Why?"

"I'm not. So what do you want us to do instead of the brain biopsy?"

"I don't know. That parts your job." I look at her smirking. "Do you like me Dr. Hadley?" She looks at me.

"No. You're my boss."

"That doesn't mean you don't like me. That means I'm your boss." I smile enjoying this.

"Are you enjoying this?" She looks shocked.

"Maybe." I smile at her. "Do you like me?"

"No."

"Ok. See you around." I frown for a second then smile again and go back to work she notices because she smiles.

"You like me!"

"Yes. You are a good person. We could be friends. I like you, but I don't have the hots for you." I smirk.

"Then why would you frown when I said I didn't like you?"

I roll my eyes. "You've been spending too much time around House. Go back to work Dr. Hadley."

She smiles. "Ok."

I frown. "Stop."

She turns back around. "Yes?"

"Stop smiling like that." I frown. "House is going to assume we kissed or something else stupid, sexual, and House like to guess."

"Maybe we should kiss then." She gets closer to me and I look at her shocked.

"We should… What? No we shouldn't!" I frown. "Why would we?"

She shrugs. "Why not?"

"Because I'm your boss, because it's not appropriate, because we don't like each other that way…" I frown at her.

"You've kissed House, you're his boss."

"We have history. You and I don't." I sigh. "I will pretend you never said that if you stop this."

"What kind of history?"

"We went to college together." I frown. "Please leave."

"Want to go out for drinks tonight after work?" She bites her bottom lip.

"Alcohol? Not a great idea." I shrug.

"Dinner?" She looks really hopeful.

I nod. "Don't tell anyone about it though."

"Why not?"

"Because most people think I'm straight and I am ok with that. I don't want to be rumored about more than usual." I shrug. "See you tonight. Where do you want to go? And are you picking you up or am I picking you up?"

"Olive Garden? And I'll pick you up, if you tell me where you live."

"Ok." I write down my address and give it to her. "What time? And how should I dress?"

"Around 6 and however you want."

"How will you dress?"

"Probably in jeans and a nice shirt."

"Ok." I smile at her. "See you then." She walks out and I go back to work.