Just a crazy idea that wouldn't let me go. Let me know what you think of it. Please.

Disclaimer: I don't own WG or House

House was absently tapping his fingers against various objects on his desk to the song 'I'm in love with Steffi Graf' when his ears picked up that sound… the click click clicking which generally heralded the approach of evil.

"You were due in the clinic an hour ago."

House shook his head. "I've been there and back already, I signed in and everything." His eyes innocently wide.

Cuddy stepped closer. "Go, now." Cuddy slammed down the sign-in sheet with his forged signature in front of him and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I'll be calling the desk to make sure you're there."

"Or what? You'll give me more clinic hours?"

"You bet your vicoden I will." Cuddy smiled, turned on her heel and sauntered out.

House mumbled mockingly under his breath but got up anyways and decided to go see what morons were in the clinic today.

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Karen took another swig of vodka before capping and burying it in her purse/mini fridge. "Hon' Honey," Karen tapped Graces' shoulder expectantly. "Where are all the hunky doctors? Huh?" Poke poke.

Grace shrugged away from Karen violently, "Will you stop poking me! Gosh! You are like a little child waiting to see Winnie the Pooh at Disney land!"

Karen took a step back and crossed her arms. "Yeah, well you promised that if I came with you to this," Karen paused a moment and stared around confused, "wherever the heck we are, I would see some man candy." Taking a few steps Karen came awkwardly close to Grace and spoke menacingly, "So you had better produce or I'm bustin' this joint."

Grace stepped back and smoothed down her shirt and wiped what was very probably spittle from the corner of her cheekbone. "First of all, there's no smoking in here. We are in a hospital." Grace spoke like she was speaking to a child, enunciating every word clearly. "And second of all…" Grace struggled to come up with a 'second of all' "Second of all - oh look! We're being called lets go." She grabbed Karen's hand and pulled her towards the exam room.

"Honey I cant run in these heels!" She protested.

Grace ignored her and pulled her into the room indicated by the nurse.

-

The elevator dinged and House stepped out into the lobby. He made his way over to the counter and grabbed the proffered manila folder, thumbing through it he grimaced, ooh, butt rash. Sighing he walked over to the exam room door and pushed it open.

"Hey there scruffy," Smiling, Karen leaned forward and raised her eyebrows suggestively, letting her eyes meander the length of the good doctor, "Nice cane."

House pursed his lips, "Nice cleavage."

Grace huffed and rolled her eyes while Karen tilted her face downward. "You think so?" She gave a short, high pitched laugh. Karen stood up from the metal chair she had been occupying and stepped close to House. "I'm glad you noticed."

House, while intrigued at this lurid display of…whatever this was, leaned sideways sending an inquisitive look to her companion, the one with the rash.

"She's drunk. But, don't be concerned, it's just her natural state." Grace said flatly.

"Right then. On with the show."

Before House could order her to strip and gown up, the red-head's phone went off. She answered, "What Will? I told you I have to see the doctor today."

House frowned, "And 'the doctor' is waiting."

Karen stood by House, her back to Grace she whispered secretly. "Lets ditch the skinny one and go find something fun to do." She waggled her vodka enticingly at him and hinted at the door.

House smiled and before grace turned around they were out the door.

END