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Hello Readers ^_^ This story takes place at the very beginning of Season 7, episode 1. The idea came awhile ago but, I am just now feeling a real urge to write it. It will literally start in the scene of episode 1 where the team is wondering where House is after he lost his patient at the end of Season 6 when House is holed up in his room with Cuddy. Please enjoy and if not give some honest feedback on whether or not I should continue. Please & thank you.

Verbally Dysfunctional

Chase POV

"Here's one. A twenty five year old man with numbness and tingling in his legs and speech disorder. Three..." Taub said sifting through the papers that laid before him.

"Anybody seen House?" Foreman asked questioningly cutting Taub off, worry plastered on his face.

"It's ten a.m.. I'd be worried if he was here," Taub responded quickly, his eyes never leaving the papers.

Thirteen and I looked up and then back down.

"A twenty five year old..." Taub tried to continue.

"He was in pretty bad shape yesterday, after his patient died," Foreman went on, a small flashback forming in his mind.

I chimed in, "House has lost patients before. We all have. He's a big boy."

House could take care of himself.

"You didn't see him," Foreman shot back warningly.

"Best thing we can do now is find him a new puzzle to solve," Thirteen said.

I looked up at Thirteen, thinking of her letter.

"Thus bringing us back to my twenty five year old," Taub said bringing the conversation back around.

"Yet you're the only person here without a potential case in front of you," I said rounding the convo back around.

"I haven't found the right one yet," Thirteen replied smoothly looking at me, not knowing I knew something.

"Oh...I thought maybe it was because you're asking for a leave of absence and wouldn't have time to see a case through," I said nonchalantly cruising through the files in my hands.

Thirteen shot a look at Taub, I'm guessing, the only one who new.

"I didn't say anything," Taub said immediately and straightened up.

"He didn't. I saw an envelope on Houses' desk with your name on it so naturally I...steamed it open," I edged his way in, knowing I should feel guilty but, not feeling it.

"What's wrong with you? You steam an envelope to keep it secret," Taub said disapprovingly.

"Which is why I just ripped it," Foreman said, no guilt ghosting his face whatsoever.

"You going to tell us where you going," Foreman questioned in his usual stern manner.

"Sure sounds like a no," Thirteen said, not believing what ingrates they were.

Thirteen rose and went out the door with Foreman right behind her.

"Well...I'm going to go grab some food. I missed breakfast," Taub said heading out the door as well.

"Well...guess it's just me," I said to no one in particular.

I stood and poured coffee into one of the paper cups on the counter but, to my dismay House had gotten to it first.

"Dammit...House," I said looking at the paper cup with the defective bottom.

Moments later the door opened and in walked a tall brunette with familiar blue eyes.

Her hair swung, her curls brushing the middle of her back.

She was gorgeous to say the least.

My eyes drifted as she walked closer.

Her navy top draped her loosely, a black belt securing it to her thin body.

Her jeans clung tightly as they disappeared into her prada boots.

I couldn't help but, stare as she walked over.

"I was going to ask you if you knew where I could find Dr. House but, you seem kind of busy," her voice sultry but, nonchalant.

I could feel the oxygen not quite reaching his brain.

"Uhh..I...yea," I said, failing to form a sentence.

"You would think that this hospital could afford verbally functional doctors but, I guess not," she said smiling, snapping me back to reality.

"I mean...he usually gets in by noon," I said, regaining my composure.

I started trying to wipe the coffee on his lab coat with a paper towel.

"You really shouldn't do that," the mystery girl said walking over.

She grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled it down my shoulders.

I was trying really hard not to stare to no avail and as she removed my jacket it was becoming really hard to keep my mind out of the gutter.

She layed it out on the table and pulled a bottle out of her purse.

She dabbed the contents of it on the coffee stains and turned to face me.

"Wash it and it'll come right out," she said looking me in the eyes.

Her eyes drew me in and I could feel myself getting lost in them, as cliche as that sounded.

"Umm thanks," I said, not dropping eye contact.

"You're welcome," she said evenly.

"Kira Night," she said holding out her hand.

I took it and shook tentatively.

"Rob-"

"Yea I know. Robert Chase," she said cutting me off which I found extremely sexy.

"How did you...?"

"House talks about you all the time...all of you," she said smiling.

"And how did you say you knew House again?" I asked questioningly.

She gave one last smirk before she leaned in.

"I didn't," she said quietly and then turned to leave.

I stared after her, a little confused.

She stopped before she walked out the door.

"And by the way Red. Nice cologne. I love the smell of Serge Lutens l'Eau Serge Lutens in the morning," she said in a French accent.

I was pretty impressed by how good her french accent was and how keen her smell was.

No one had ever recognized it though it was my favorite.

I imported it from France every few months.

I couldn't help but, stand there dumbfounded until my phone rang.

*Ring. Ring.*

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So that's the first chapter. Are you liking or hating my new character so far? I didn't read it over so forgive me. ^_^ i will do my best to update on a regular basis. Reviews and feedback please. Always appreciated.