Too Deep. by thatonegirl005
Disclaimer: Don't own any of this. It all belongs to Fox. Hooray.
Chapter 1
It was the start of a new week at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Time for a new start, new beginnings, new sick people-…new…
…annoyances.
"Good morning, my little minions!" rang out a familiar voice from the doorway. The six 'minions' sighed as they watched their somewhat insane boss cane his way into the room. "And what evil shall we produce today?"
"Aren't we the good guys? Saving lives and all?" Cutthroat asked rather annoyingly.
"That's what they think." House replied, sitting himself on the corner of his desk and looked out over his employees. He knew that eventually, he'd have to cut this lot in half. But for now, he enjoyed having six of them around. The more doctors, the more ideas. The more ideas, the more he could bash on those ideas (brilliant or not), and satisfy his need to…bash on people. Even if he did miss his old team. Well…sort of missed them.
Morman in the back rolled his eyes and sighed. "Any new patients today, Dr. House?"
"Nope. But! I know you all just can't stand being bored. I suppose…I could concoct a list of things for you to do…or…"
"Busy work?" Cutthroat moaned. "Are you serious? We're doctors. We didn't spend 8 sleepless years in med-school just to do your busy work!"
"Well, I was going to let everyone do what they wanted, "House lied, "But if you want to do real doctor stuff, then go make yourself useful in the clinic. Here," he tossed his name tag at her harshly, "you can be me. And when you sign in, put Greg, not Gregory. Cuddy will notice my lack of laziness otherwise…"
"House!"
He winced ever so slightly. He knew that voice. "Talk of the she-devil!" he shouted, looking up to the back of the room. There, stood the Dean of Medicine herself. "Heeeere she comes to wreck the daaaay!" he sang out. "What can my minions and I-…just my minions, do for you, Cuddy?"
She glared at him. "You," she said dangerously, "can get your ass up here. I called you down to my office over twenty minutes ago!"
Thirteen suppressed a small smile.
"I saw that," House grumbled as he passed by.
"You've got someone here to see you," Cuddy said quietly when he reached her.
"If it's an angry ex-patient, tell them I'm away on business. If it's my mom, tell her I'm…away on life or death business and won't be back for a month. If it's a hooker, send her to my office." He said, turning away.
"House," Cuddy warned as she grabbed his arm. He looked at her hand with minor surprise. He was always slightly caught off-guard whenever physical contact was made. Cuddy realized this and let go, but now she had his attention. "Out here," she looked to the doorway they were standing by.
House nodded and limped outside to come face-to-face with a man in a suit. "Doctor House?"
"No, that'd be the blonde down there," he pointed toward Cutthroat with his flaming cane. "Says so on her name tag."
The man sighed and whipped out a black ID badge. In big, blue, unmistakable letters read CIA.
"Ah."
"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" the man asked stiffly.
Cuddy nodded. "My office."
House stuck his head back in the room, where everyone had been watching. "Speculate amongst yourselves!"
--- In Cuddy's Office ---
"Look, Agent Jackson, whatever House did, he's very sorry and won't ever do it again." Cuddy said quickly as she closed the door behind her. "And you can be assured he'll be dealt with properly…" she added threateningly.
"Oh yeah. She'll give me a good spanking tonight." House quipped, plopping down on the couch on the side of her office.
"It's uh, nothing like that, Dr. Cuddy, "Agent Jackson said. "We are aware that Dr. House is the best in his department; diagnostics. So it's only natural that when we need the best, we get the best."
"Excuse me?"
"We'd like to borrow him for a while."
Cuddy crossed her arms suspiciously. "What for?"
"They wanna clone me, Cuddy. Imagine twenty more little Gregorys running around to save the day…"
Cuddy shuddered at the thought.
"Hardly," Jackson snorted. He had heard of House's personality and could see he held his smart-ass reputation up well. "We have an agent who's extremely ill. Our doctors have no idea what's wrong with him and we're deeply concerned. Your assistance is greatly needed."
"Why can't he come here?" Cuddy asked. "We have the best facilities and diagnostics department in the state. I'm sure we could work someth-…"
The man held up a hand. "I'm afraid we can't transfer him anywhere else. For one thing, we're not sure if he's stable enough to be transported. And second, the entire situation is highly classified. Even Dr. House will only receive limited information on this. We can't risk the patient to leave the premises."
"Is he an alien? Is that why?" House blurted out.
Jackson sighed. "No. That one is at Roswell."
Cuddy blinked. Surely he was just pulling House's crippled leg…
"Well-…" House started, but the agent didn't want to hear another snarky comment, so he cut him off.
"It's settled then. Your plane," he handed House a ticket. "leaves for Langley tomorrow morning."
"Woah," Cuddy demanded, "Can't we get some more on this? Who is the guy? Can we have his file?"
"No. Classified."
"I can't figure out what's wrong with him if I can't even see his file." House pointed out, getting to his feet.
"Like I said, you will be provided with limited information on the patient upon your arrival."
"I haven't even agreed to this yet."
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "House…"
"Dr. Cuddy," Jackson said quietly, "could you excuse us for a moment?"
Now he's done it…Cuddy thought grimly. She glanced at House, then back to Agent Jackson. She nodded with defeat, and turned to leave, praying that House wouldn't screw things up. It was the government they were dealing with now, after all.
Jackson waited for the office door to click shut before smirking ever-so slightly. He paced over to Cuddy's desk and sat on the edge. Some how, thought House as he leaned over on his cane, the guy reminded him of Tritter. And he wasn't liking it.
"Dr. House," he started smoothly. "You could make this very easy for us, or very difficult. Either way, you will be helping up with this."
"So…is that supposed to be a threat?" House raised an eyebrow in slight amusement.
Jackson stared at him for a moment before walking over to House. He came face to face with him. "Yes."
House nodded, holding his ground. "It's not a very good one."
Jackson's left eye twitched. After another moment, he walked past House towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow then,"
---Later that day ---
House zipped up his blue backpack and began his limpful journey to the elevator from his office, and soon after that, his motorcycle. On his way there, however, came a voice dripping with care and concern that House tended to avoid at times like these.
"The CIA???" Wilson hissed as he approached.
House caned faster. "Hold the elevator!" he cried out to the couple that had just entered. The two recognized House immediately and ignored him. Instead, one of them hit the button to close the door before House could get there. "Damn," he muttered.
"House," Wilson had appeared right next to him. "The CIA?" he repeated incredulously.
"Yes, Wilson. They want to talk to me about you. They want me to turn you in, actually. Sorry bud. Spy days are over." House snarked, pressing the Call Elevator button repeatedly.
"But really, what do they want?"
"They've got a case for me, Wilson. Nothing to wet your pants over."
"And they can't bring him here?"
"Apparently not. It's classified."
"Do you know why?"
House pressed the button again. "If I did, I'd have to shoot you."
"I see. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow."
"Are you leaving Foreman in charge?"
House sighed. "I don't really have a choice now, do I?" he paused as the elevator doors slid open. "Don't really have a choice over anything anymore…" he added quietly.
"What do you mean by that?" Wilson inquired.
House gripped his cane. "Nothing." He stepped into the lift. "Make sure Foreman doesn't turn the incoming ducklings against me while I'm gone. The last thing I need is a rebellion when I get back."
Wilson nodded with a small grin. "Yes, O evil emperor." he said sarcastically.
"Now that's more like it," House smirked as the doors closed.
TBC!
A/N: So I started writing this right after I saw the previews for tonights episode. I'm big into the spy stuff, so I thought I'd have some fun with it. I meant for get more, or even finish this over the weekend and have it all up before tonight, but then alot of crap came up and ate up all my time. That, and finals are approaching soon. Ick. So I know this isn't exactly going to go as the episode is (only 2 and a half more hours to go!) but this was just based off of the idea of it. I'm going to have some fun with it. And hopefully you'll have fun too! Comments, rejections, suggestions...anything rhyming with 'tions' (lol)...are welcomed! In fact, encouraged! Thanks! Enjoy.
