Cuddy sat at her desk frantically signing her signature to various forms
Cuddy sat at her desk frantically signing her signature to various forms. It was barely 10:30 am on a very cloudy Tuesday morning and it seemed as though everyone needed everything by the end of the end day.
"Approvals, evaluations, requisitions…it never ends." She thought to herself.
She sighed, looking hopelessly at the endless stacks of paper work on her desk; she couldn't help but cringe a little. Needing a break, Cuddy threw her pen down on the desk, sank back in her chair and crossed her legs. She was soon deep in thought and didn't notice that she had began swaying herself side to side, something she often did absent mindedly while mulling things over. She began thinking about all the departments, their needs, or rather their DEMANDS. She had to decide who got what based on performance, rank, budget, etc.….she then began to think of House. She crossed her left arm over her body, resting her right elbow on it and bringing her hand up to her face…her thumb gently stroking her lower lip. House, the thorn in her side, her ever present headache. She couldn't help but flash a devilish smile at this thought. No matter what he did, she had to admit, he was a damn good doctor, perhaps the best she had ever worked with. And even though he drove her mad with his constant comments of her "hooker like" office attire or his reminders that she is not a real doctor, she's an administrator, she'd take it because she knew deep down that it was all just his way.
"Too bad he couldn't be a little more... oh what's the word she's looking for… less "House-like" maybe? He wasn't bad looking, he could even be quite charming, in those rare cases where he wasn't insulting a patient, or her, or both. Maybe it was those bright blue eyes of his. They were very nice to look at...oh goodness House...what am I going to do with you??"
Cuddy closed her eyes and let out a chuckle
She couldn't believe she was thinking of him in this way, but over the past few years she couldn't help but notice the other side of House. Their relationship had grown and changed and she was able to view not just as the pain in the ass doctor who found pleasure in humiliating her, publicly if possible, but as – dare she say… a friend? Yes, Greg House was certainly someone she had come to admire, appreciate, and miss if he was gone. Cuddy's smile was now ever more present on her face as she continued to stare downward and stroke her lip. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice House looming outside her office door.
House had been there for a while but had held off on going in. Normally he would have stormed in, made a comment on how her make-up resembled that of a Park Avenue prostitute, and then limped off to his office to abuse Foreman and the Newbie's, just like every other morning. But not today. House stood there studying Cuddy. Her dark hair lay softly against her shoulders and the black V neck that she wore. House also couldn't help but notice the smile on Cuddy's face. She was obviously thinking of something…or someone. House was so used to Cuddy being guarded and stone faced ready to respond no at any request he might have, but she looked very different in this current light, it intrigued him. He liked seeing her like this. She looked very soft and sexy. House, shaking off his current loopy mood, decided to see what exactly was on the mind of his Dean of Medicine.