House sat in the elevator watching his soap, in blissful solitude. He was currently lounging along the length of a teal pleather couch. He had dragged it into the elevator from the oncology ward. The show faded to a commercial just as the elevator started to move again.
"Now what?" He thought aloud, as he rolled his eyes. House was prepared to scare off the next individual he found on the other side of the silver doors. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and there stood the devil, hands on hips, glaring.
"What?" he cried, in a child-like whine.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out that no one has been able to use this elevator in the past forty-five minutes?"
"No of course not," he said, with mock sincerity. "I just hoped that it would take you about," he glanced at his watch, "twenty more minutes to find me." He gestured towards the TV. "Do you mind?"
Cuddy noticed that they were gaining more than a few curious glances, from the people around the floor. Sighing, she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her.
"If you wanted a ride Cuddy all you had to do was ask," he said suggestively, with an eyebrow waggle for effect.
Caught in the double meaning of his words she couldn't come up with anything witty to fire back, wondering why today of all days he was leaving her speechless. She started to blush, but neither noticed as the elevator jerked and the lights switched over to the emergency system.
"What the hell was that?" she asked, trying the elevator buttons.
He looked around for a moment curiously, "Why'd ya turn the lights out?" He could make out the glare she shot at him, from the dull glow of the emergency lights. "Did mommy forget to pay the bills?"