A/N Okay, my first fic in English xD

I hope you'll like it.

Please R&R :)


It was almost 1 P.M., Monday, and House was still not there. It was weird, even for him. Cameron and Foreman were walking nervously around the room. Cameron was worried that maybe something bad had happened to him, Foreman was angry – he would really prefer to be somewhere with his girlfriend, than to be there and do nothing, and Chase was pissed off – couldn't they just sit down and be happy that there is no work to do?!

"We SHOULD go talk to Cuddy. She should know about that! Maybe something…" - Cameron repeated once again.

"…What? Something bad had happened to him?! Oh, come on, he probably called for a hooker last night, later took some Vicodin and washed it down with bourbon, and now is suffering because he has a hangover, so he can't come to work!" Foreman had no more patience and he would have probably just run out of the room, if Chase hadn't spoken then.

"So just let's go see Cuddy, because Cameron won't give up, and then maybe she let us go home."

"Or she'll order us to help in clinic!"

"Have you got better idea, or do you want to stay here and argue all day?"

"Well… okay, let's go" They finally agreed and walked out of the room.


Cuddy was in her office. She let House's team to go home. And now she was wondering what to do. Someone should go to his apartment and check if everything is ok. And someone needs to bring him here, to the hospital, and then she'll shout at him for not being at work. But, on the other hand, he must had a reason why he didn't come to work today. Foreman thinks that it's a hangover or something like that, but she know House better. He'd come to work with hangover many times before. He is often late, but when he missed the day at work , it must be something big. Just to think about it: what does he have except this work? Wilson? But the man is here in work right now anyway. So what? Vicodin? Bourbon? That stuff he can do after work. No, he doesn't like the work in the clinic, but he like his job as a diagnostician. He won't miss it without a good reason. So after she'll shout at him, the same reason'll make him go home again. It's pointless. She'll go to his apartment. But if it's his plan to lure her there, a part of some joke or something, he'll regret it!


Cuddy parked her car a few meters from his apartment, because only there was some space. When she came closer she saw both: his car and his motorbike. So he must be at home. She reached the steps and rang the doorbell. She heard muffled "damn" and few seconds later he opened the door.

"Yes?"

He asked. He looked annoyed and tired. She didn't respond quickly. She wasn't here before. It's hard to believe, he was so many times at her home, but she have never been here before. She was looking curiously over his shoulder. It was just like she always thought House's home would look like. First she thought that it's in mess. But then she realized that it was organized. In weird, odd way, only House can understand, but it was. In fact, it was even nice. She saw living room, in which was passage to kitchen and to the other room. In that room was bed, so she assumed it's his bedroom. Further was a hallway in which were two doors- probably one to the bathroom and an one to second 

room. Normally, it would be a guest's room or kid's room, but she didn't find House as a person who keeps room for the guests, and he's not a father, so he probably keeps there some of his stuff.

"Cuddy, what do you want?" House asked again.

"Wha-? Oh, yes. I was wondering…" she started with a fake smile "why the hell are you here and not at work?!" She finished raising her voice up. She was not smiling anymore. She was angry, in fact. House was about to answer, when from room behind him reached them soft, quiet and tired voice.

"Daddy, who is that lady? And why is she shouting at you? She woke me up."