A/N: I know it has been a will since I last wrote anything sorry I've been super busy.
It was time. Time for the new doctor to come in and join the ever burgeoning quest to save lives. This is what Doctor Gregory house thought to himself as he waited at the front doors with the rest of his team including Doctors Cuddy and Wilson. Then she walked in. They weren't quite sure who she was at first because they had accepted her purely on recommendation and an exceptionally impressive resume.
"Great. Cuddy since when did this become a preschool," said House.
"House behave lets not scare her off to soon," Cuddy said angrily under her breath.
"Hi I'm Olive Davis," said the new Doctor.
"Aren't you a little young to be a doctor," said House.
"And aren't you a little old to be checking me out," said the new doctor in return.
"Well you've got me there. But if your assets weren't on display like that I wouldn't have anything to look at now would I? Now tell me silicon or push up bra."
"Excuse him he was raised by wolves," said Dr. Cuddy as she tried to make up for House's rudeness.
"That's quite alright I'd be more than happy to answer your question doctor house. They're real. My dad was from Africa. Home of the big breasted."
"Well that explains the high cheek bones. But not the unusually light skin color at least from those of direct African descendant."
"My mother was very light."
"White."
"No just light skinned."
"Anything else you'd like to know."
"Not now but I may take you up on that offer later."
"Can't wait. I'll be happy to make time for you Dr. House," she said as she lowered her voice a few octaves.
Her hair was a dark brown with strands of deep red and there that could only come from the sun. It was hanging down around her face just past her shoulders and was wind tousled. She wore a pair of dainty eye glasses that had an almost nonexistent frame. She wore a low cut lacey brown tank top extenuated her rather well endowed bosom and a pair of to the knee shorts that were a plaid brown and fit in all the right places. On her feet were a comfortable pair of brown flip flops. Her skin was a light milk chocolate with full lips and sparkling brown eyes adorning her face. She was certainly not ugly.
Cuddy was amazed as was Wilson, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman.
"So where do I put my stuff."
They hadn't noticed before but the single strapped, side bag (you know what I'm talking about. It's those bags that you carry like a purse.) draped over her shoulder was full to the brim.
"Oh sorry I guess we should do introductions. I'm Lisa Cuddy and head of this hospital."
"I'm James Wilson and that was Gregory House you just talked to he's head of the diagnostics department that you'll be joining."
"I'm Allison Cameron"
"I'm Eric Foreman"
"I'm Robert Chase"
"It's nice to meet you all my name is Olive Davis."
"Chase why don't you show her around and bring her to my office when you're done," said Cuddy as she left presumably to your office.
Chase turned to the girl who looked up at him with big wide innocent eyes. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Was this really the girl who had just matched House barb for barb?
"You're kinda cute."
"Why…uh…thank you," said Chase back nervously the girl kept throwing him for a loop.
"The accents pretty sexy too," she said as an after thought, as though she was talking about the weather though her voice held something promising a lot more than clear skys.
"Didn't you say the lockers were this way," she said to a still shell shocked Chase.
"Uh...hu"
"Great," she said in a cheerful tone as she practically skipped through a doorway that did not lead to the lockers at all.
Chase promptly caught her before she ran to somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. He showed her around the hospital until finally they reached Cuddy's office. Chase came in with her standing near the door hoping not to be noticed so he could listen in on the conversation.
"Now there are going to be some rules most of which I'm sure they went over in medical schools I won't waste your time with that. What I want to talk to you about is House. He is not the most level person you will meet here but he is a damn good diagnostician and since that is your specialty this would be a good chance for you to learn. Now I know your only 22 but we still expect the same professionalism from you as everyone else."
"I understand completely and you have nothing to worry about. If I didn't have my head on straight then I would have never made it this far. Is there anything else I should know Dr. Cuddy," she said this in her most polite voice to which Cuddy just couldn't help but melt at.
"No I do believe everything has been covered."
As walked down the hall towards House's office Chase said, "I can't believe you're only 22."
"I worked very hard to get where I'm at. This has been a dream of mine for a long time," she said with a determined look on her face.
When she walked into the meeting room that adjoined with House's office she noticed they all seemed to be spouting office diseases and looking towards a dry erase board.
"It could be Lysums but that doesn't fit with the severe ulcer or elevated levels of glucose in her system," said Foreman.
Olive observed the board carefully before speaking, "It's Addison's Disease. She probably tried to treat it herself with aspirin or some other over the counter drugs and energy drinks and foods. Her already acidic stomach would become that much more acidic due to the pills. You need to start hormone treatments immediately before her blood pressure drops anymore."
"You heard the woman lets go people," said House in a get to it voice.
"Very rarely a Doctor even a seasoned one would ever have thought of Addison's disease. I'm curious to know why you did."
"I started memorizing diseases and their symptoms and treatments when 14. I started with rare ones. They're my specialty."
"I guess I underestimated you after all."
"I'm glad you've seen the error of your ways."
It went on like that for some time. The new addition to the team fit in perfectly and challenged House at every turn which he secretly enjoyed. Not only that Cuddy absolutely adored her and House loved throwing Olive into an argument to get what he wanted.
Then came the day that Olive overheard a couple of nurses gossiping about how Dr. Wilson had been put out by his wife who had cheated on him.
Now what's a good co-worker to do but to go and comfort him in his time of need. (A/N yeah right)
"Wilson," she said as she entered his office, she had become very chummy with him, "I have something I need to talk to you about."
"Yes what is it," he said as he looked up from his papers. He looked stressed and tired.
"There's this lump in my boob I think it might be something can you check it for me," she said quietly as if she were quite afraid that it might be cancer.
"Well…I…uh…why don't you ask one of the nurses to do that for you?"
"I don't trust them Wilson I trust you. Please. I need to know for sure. I mean you are the head of the oncology department so please."
"Well. Okay," Wilson said with a light blush covering his cheeks.
Olive walked around his desk and sat on it right in between his legs. Then she pulled down the front of one of her many built-in-bra tank tops so that he got a full view of her D cups.
"I think it was the right one but you should probably check them both," she said all bashful.
With a large gulp of the spit that was building up in his mouth he grabbed her boobs and squeezed. Searching for a nonexistent lump. Then Olive let out a moan and Wilson felt all his blood rush southward.
"Please don't stop," she begged with a glazed look in her eyes and one hand reached to cover the one on her boob that was still squeezing and the other reached down to rub at Wilson's erection.
Wilson's other the hand the one not covered by hers was slowly making its way under her short skirt that she thanked god she had decided to wear today weather be damned. She leaned forward slowly and kissed him innocently enough but it soon turned lustful. It was then that his fingers started to rub up and down her vagina. But only through the panties that she so desperately wished were gone now.
He would slowly push the fabric inside her then slowly pull his fingers back out. It was agonizing torture and Olive's panties were soaking wet. Not to say Wilson didn't sport an equally wet stain on the front of his pants where she was massaging him. At that moment he decided to slip along the sides of the panty and then up under it to reach what seemed to be his main goal. With one quick motion he plunged two of his fingers in her tight wet cunt. From there he pounded into her with those fingers. The one thought she could focus on as she rode those fingers, hands on his shoulders to give her leverage, was that a women had to be crazy to leave a man with this much talent in the sack; if his fingers were any indication.
Just then they heard the doorknob jingle and they jumped apart. Thankfully the person didn't come in right away due to an altercation in the hall. That gave them just enough time to straighten their clothes and start picking up the files that Olive had inadvertently knocked to the floor.
Then House walked in. 'Figures he would be accosted in the hall,' thought Olive, 'he just had to come visit Wilson when things were just getting good. Oh well there's always next time.'
"So what are you two love birds up to," House said in a particularly happy manor. He must have just tortured Cuddy again.
"Nothing I just had to help Dr. Wilson with a patient file but I seemed to have knocked them all down," she said as she walked towards the door, "I'll be sure to come back and help you sort them out later Dr. Wilson."
With that she was gone.
"Wow. Wouldn't mind getting me some of that," House announced, "you see how short that skirt was."
"Uh hu," Wilson said dazedly.
A/N: review so I'll write more
