Cuddy and House lay in bed looking at each other; it had been an annoying day. Chase had brought in a patient that he had thought had a mysterious illness to get the rest of the team's mind of Thirteen's absence. It seemed as if he had what every doctor in the clinic thought he had; a cold.

"You know that you'll need to find a replacement sooner or later." Cuddy says, breaking the silence.

"Really, why did you have to bring that up? Couldn't you just let it be nice?" House asks grumpily through his now closed lids.

"Too bad, I'm your boss as well as your girlfriend, meaning I hold two positions of power over you. Find Hadley's replacement."

"Woman, let me sleep!" House grunts, growing tired of the conversation.

"Okay, you sleep. But just so you know, until you find a replacement, I'll be sleeping at my own House." Cuddy states as she slips out of bed.

"Oh come on woman." House complains, now sitting upwards rubbing his eyes.

"No. Even though we are together, I'm not going to let our working relationship change… as much. So you get to work finding another doctor, I'll even let you do one of you little games, just find one and get back to doing your job."

House sighs in defeat, "Find, tomorrow, I'll get my minions to select a couple of suitable doctors. Now get your giant ass back in bed."

Cuddy rolls her eyes but complies, slipping back under the sheets, House smirks at her. "Anyways, now that's over and done with and you've woken me up. What ever should we do?"

Cuddy rolls away so now her back is facing him, "find a replacement and I'll give you your answer."

House huffs and they both soon drift to sleep.