I DO NOT own House MD
"Ready?"
"You're on!"
"Let's do it!"
"Yeah!"
All three heads turned to the meek woman's voice that took so long to come out. Greg winced wittingly at Cameron's "girlie" ways.
"Toss!" Greg immediately turned to the sky and shouted. His view above was soon filled with handbooks. Until, his was the last one to fall and be caught. It wasn't really the sky. It was a ceiling of an office. Wilson's office.
"I always like to squeeze myself into that little notch!" Greg uttered with so much self pride, looking down at the book he's just grabbed, referring Wilson's small, cozy office by the red-green fence of bricks and mother nature that reflected their colors into the interior if that room. Greg's expression changed when he looked up, finding the his team already busying themselves with the books they have grabbed from the air themselves.
"Hey! No reading till I say so!"
Forman tilted his elegant chin up to House's outburst. Cameron just flinched and looked up as well, the book in her hands lying innocently now on her slightly trembling fingers. Chase automatically shut his book and laid it aside; laid himself back more comfortably in his chair. The reflection of luxury that's origin was Greg's chair (Wilson's to be precise) on his own, fooled him, and Chase's back bent all the way to the ground with the broken stools back.
Greg snorted. "Dope."
"Okaaaay," he started his speech, turning to the rest of the team, among them Dr. Chase who now clambered back shamefacedly but open faced on the chair, looking around. Cameron was sighing and twirling her wisp of hair frantically. Something her colleagues seen all girls do all the time but not Cameron. Maybe she was embarrassed now having gone out with Chase the other night. Greg sniggered at that thought.
"Will you get this over with already?" chimed in Eric's assured tone in Greg's distracted ears. The doctor wheeled his eyes to him, now the blues shining very brightly and sharply.
"Sorry," Foreman said, pursing his lips in wry intimidation. "Dr. House," he stressed, being able to satisfy his boss with all due respect.
"Fine," House muttered like a little kid. Something on the front cover of his own book caught his eye. "Cameron," he said surprised, yet not so surprised as he never is. He looked up to meet the butterfly's large eyes. She was staring at him timidly, yet ready with any comeback she might feed Dr. House's next remarkfrom the ones she's carefully kept on the shelf of her mind, all kept for Dr. House. House simply held up the book for Allison to see. His mouth was cuddled up in his teeth with a witty alarmed expression. "I've got your diary!"