Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Count your blessings.

So far it had been a rather good day for Gregory House. He'd tormented his ducklings, annoyed his patients, avoided Cuddy, embarrassed Wilson (and stole half his lunch), and had for too much Vicodin. Barring all emergencies, it even looked like he might escape early. Yes, there wasn't anyway this day could get better. Or so he thought.

House had been sitting in his office, playing with his ball (and Wilson's patience) and generally causing noise. He had not, however, done anything technically wrong, which is cause for concern in itself. There was also the fact that Wilson had not come over to ask him to stop. The man couldn't possibly have learned that it was useless, could he? That would ruin the whole thing!

Quietly, House slipped out of his office and made his way over to his friend's office. Throwing open the door (God forbid he knock), House was annoyed to find his friend missing. Leaving the door open, he turned to go back to his office, his thought already miles away.

"House!"

"Shame she's not the one missing," grumbled House, his thoughts rudely being snapped back to the present. Turning yet another 180, House grinned. Marching towards him was a very pretty, very angry, very wet doctor, incriminating object in hand.

"What is this?" asked Dr. Cuddy, her voice cold enough to freeze salt water. House blinked.

"I believe it's called 'a bucket'," replied the diagnostician, trying not to let his amusement show.

"I know that, I meant, why was it in my office?"

"Oh right, my bad," said House, "I could've sworn I knew what 'what is this' meant. Do forgive me." Cuddy scowled.

"Haha, very funny. Now, I know you have the maturity of a 12-year-old, but could you please keep the pranks mess free?" Turning on her heels, Cuddy stormed away, her shoes now squeaking noisily on the tile floor.

'Well, now I know why moms fuss over the color of you undies,' thought House, finally getting back to his office. Sinking into his chair, House picked up his Game boy; then paused. Underneath was a plain white paper that had been folded neatly in half. Putting his Game Boy down, House picked up the note and unfolded it.

Say hi to Cuddy for me.

W

House smile. 'I'm such a bad influence.'

Now it had been a great day.