Disclaimer: I don't own the House characters. I own the story, and the rights to it. I also like to call Barbra mine. So we'll end the disclaimer here.

They all sat around the table in the office discussing the hospital's latest controversy, which was obviously on their schedule. Rissa Kail, a patient who's unborn infant needed surgery. She was five months along in her pregnancy and was obviously willing to do anything. Including technically giving birth twice to the same child. House limped in.

"Where the hell have you been?" Foreman asked, raising his voice at House. "We've been waiting for you for an hour."

"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter." He threw a file on the table. "69 year old woman. Coughing blood. Erratic respiratory function. Random fainting. Go."

"House. We have a case. We can't just throw up this one for someone with pneumonia or something." Foreman argued, picking up the file on the table. Thirteen walked into the room.

"I just gave the patient 10cc's of Delotid. I don't think we can hold this out too much longer. Where's the form she has to-"

"House. Really?" Taub asked, interrupting, reading the file over Foreman's shoulder.

"I got the consent from Kail." Chase held up the papers, walking into the room.

House stood up. "Field trip, boys and girls." House said, and walked out of the room. Foreman and Taub eagerly followed. Chase looked at Thirteen, they both shrugged and followed behind.

They took the elevator a floor up, to the cardiology wing, and stepped out. Everyone in the lobby was talking to each other, obviously about something fascinating. House and his doctors turned down the hallway and walked toward room 672. A tall man with white hair stepped out, pinching the bridge of his nose squeezing his eyes shut, like he had a headache. A brown haired man ran past House's team.

"Jim. Is she okay?" The guy grabbed the white-haired man's arm. He looked at the man with brown hair.

"I don't know, Jason-" Jim paused and looked up at House. He walked toward the team, and shook House's hand. Jason lingered back, shock on his face.

"I'm her huband. Are you the one who has her case?" He cleared his throat of all tears, and his stance straighter.

"Well, that depends. We don't know which one of is cutting into her yet-" Jim grabbed House by the arms, his face close to House.

"I don't need that sarcastic bullshit, you son of a bitch. That's my wife. I don't have a problem filing a malpractice suit. Find out what's wrong with her. Find it now." Jim let go of House, and stormed past the team.

"Call me, honey!" House called toward him. Jason raced toward him and grabbed his arm. House's team watched as the two men walked into the elevator with their arms around each other.

"Jim!" A woman weakly called out from the room. House walked closer to her room and turned to his employees. He smiled a very House-like smile and opened the door. His team followed in behind him.

"Oh, God." The woman in bed put her long-fingernailed hand over her eyes. Her IV got stuck on the side of her bed. "Don't you people have better things to do than harass me?" She uttered, and fixed the IV from pulling. House, Taub, Thirteen and Foreman quickly removed the smiles from their faces. Chase stood behind them all, uninterested.

"Nope. Tuesdays are our slow days." House remarked and took down her empty IV bag.

"Where's my husband?" Barbra Streisand leaned forward and tried to see out of the glass window into the hallway, which had curtains covering it. "Would you open that?" She pointed at Taub, and brushed her highlighted blonde hair out of her face. Taub opened the curtains, and Barbra's face turned disgusted. Doctors and nurses crowded around outside the window, were caught, scattered across the lobby, quickly.

"Son of a bitch. Close those fucking curtains." She groaned and leaned back. "So glad privacy is offered in a hospital." She threw a finger in the direction of the door, motioning for everyone to leave at that moment. House put her new IV bag up and turned around only to see Taub still standing there.

"You're my kind of woman. Old, rich, and narcissistic." House sarcastically declared, and walked out of the room. Taub whispered to House as they walked out of the room. "Way better than the Kail case."

Very short, I know. But, I'm addicted. More to come. :D