The Name's House, Greg House
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Okay, this could go completely wrong or it can go…smoothly (I hope)…
Here's my character list: James Bond: House
Bond Girl: Cameron
M: Cuddy
Q: Foreman
Comrade: Chase
Villain: Voglar
Moneypenny: Stacey
And I know Bond doesn't have a partner except for the Bond girl but I'm going to have Wilson as a sidekick. I hope you don't mind…
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I don't not own any of the characters whatsoever. I can't even afford to hire them for ten seconds.
Also this is after the Ketamine treatment but before he converts back to the cane…so he can walk! Wooo, but I'm still going to burden him with leg pain.
The phone rang in the Clinic room where Dr. Gregory House, doctor to the secret agents was playing on his Gameboy.
Lazily he reached over and picked up the receiver.
"Yeah."
"Greg, is that you?"
"Of course it's me Stacey, who did you think it was?"
"Oh right, well Cuddy wants to see you in her office."
"Why? I was just getting past the level where I can upgrade my car to an Aston Martin DB5."
"Yeah whatever that is…just come up and see her."
House put down the receiver and jogged up the stairs to enter the head of MI9's reception area. Before he entered Cuddy's office he leant over Stacey's desk and stared into her eyes.
"Why in the hell did you get married?" House asked
"Because you were performing surgery out in Cambodia on Agent 6." Stacey reminded him.
"But you knew I was going to be back."
"Not for long Greg, not for long."
"I'd marry you if…" House was cut short by the phone ringing.
"Yes Cuddy." Stacey answered. "Yes he's here, I'll send him in." She then put the phone back down.
"Until next time…" House called while strutting across the room.
He rapped on the door twice and heard his bosses voice call "Come in."
"I wonder who I have to fix now." House wondered.
But this time it wasn't to care for anybody. It was to go on a mission. A mission he would never forget.
AN: Shall i keep writing? Or shall i quit before i've even started? Your choice...