Every. Single. Day. That's when there would be the all too familiar sound of yelling from Cuddy's office. Everyday House would be in there and there would always be yelling. Some folk wondered what they were always yelling about; 'surely it all couldn't be about work?', while others, like the long-suffering nurses, just took it in their stride. It was now as much a part of their daily life as breathing was. They always heard the arguments begin, but could now tune them out as part of the background noise, they were that common. They only ever ended in one of two ways: House would storm out leaving Cuddy with a smile on her face, or House would walk out grinning that smug grin of his, leaving Cuddy with a rather grim expression. One of them had to 'win', although what the prize was neither of them were sure, but compromise was never an option.
When Cuddy came back after she lost the baby there was a silence that was almost unnerving. There was no shouting and no arguing, but House had been in the office, there was something weird going on. Surely House didn't feel bad for her and was being nice? He couldn't be nice. There must be some ulterior motive that they were as yet unaware of. And so the rumour mill had begun churning out theory upon outlandish theory as to what went down between those two.
When one of the nurses heard Cuddy and Wilson talking and found out that House and her had kissed, the speculation grew further:
" I told you they had done the dirty…"
"…surely not? She's too smart for that and he is an a$$."
"Remember how he crashed her dates, well I suppose this is his next step…"
"wonder how long its been going on?"
"come to think of it I did hear some rather questionable noises coming from her office last week…"
"… first her panties, now her common sense…"
Speculation and intrigue flew, with Chase beginning his bets again, hoping to gain some extra cash off of their situation that was now under the microscope. They couldn't do anything now without it being noted by someone: no chatting, no shouting, no handing over of files, no looks, no insults, no sparring matches – nothing. Everything was under scrutiny.
