House knew today was going to be bad from the moment he got out of bed. The pain was worse and his Vicodin wasn't even taking the edge off. He stumbled into his closet and threw on the closest t-shirt he could grab, he didn't even bother changing pants, he had passed out in his jeans from the day before. "Dammit," he said aloud after realizing he would have to ride his bike to work in the pouring rain….
"Good Morning Dr. House," said Cuddy in her new "formal" tone. Ever since they had broken up Lisa Cuddy had been acting strange.
"Morning Cuddy, don't you think your ass is looking a little big in that skirt? Trying to swing a few votes at the board meeting today?"
"Hou-."
"If you need me I'll be somewhere you can't find me," House said to a stunned Cuddy as he stepped out of the elevator. He knew comments like that got to her, but today he wanted someone to hurt just like he was, he knew his pain was deeper than just his leg. He had felt empty ever since she had called it quits last week. Every night was spent the same: passing out in front of the tv and waking up hours later to stumble to his bed, alone. He wasn't the type of person to rely on someone; he prided himself on being independent, especially since his leg surgery. There was just something about Lisa Cuddy that got to him. He truly loved her, plus her nice ass didn't hurt things either. He was used to having one night stands with countless strippers, but she was different and he knew he needed her. He was just ready to sit in his office and try to get some sleep, if only to forget about things for a while.
"Where the hell have you been House?" said Foreman in his usual demanding tone, "It's nearly 10:30."
"Since when are you my babysitter? Shouldn't you be breaking into cars or something?" God, he really got pissed when Foreman acted all alpha male, he wasn't in charge, no matter how badly he wanted to be.
"Anyways, can we actually try and look at cases today?" Cameron cut in. House was still surprised when he looked at her and her new blonde hair. He actually preferred the brown better, and he made sure and let her know every chance he got.
"Apparently the blonde IS going to your brain. You know it's Friday and we don't take cases when we have a weekend coming up," replied House.
"Seriously Cameron, I don't want you to be all stressed for our getaway this weekend." Chase knew House was not in the mood and he didn't was Cameron pissing him off more.
"Code Red, please lock all doors. Move Away from all doors and windows. Code Red." Blared the intercom.
"What the hell?" mumbled House. He knew things were about to get interesting.