A nurse, Isabella, has a crush on House. She goes to strange and extreme extents too!

Isabella scanned through her wardrobe, trying to find something that looked good. Something good… hot, but still professional.

She dug through her clothes, trying to find something that suited that criteria. Hot, but professional, she repeated to herself. It was a new mantra she had been following on the weekends lately, donning something she liked while looking office-y at the same time to attract his attention. If she ever bumped into him, that is.

The hourly alarm rang. Uh-oh. Forget the decision making for this Saturday now, you idiot, go to work! Sometimes she couldn't believe how she behaved when she wanted to see him, and what a good impression she wanted to make on him. She couldn't believe it still, she was deciding Saturday's clothes on a Monday!

Isabella rushed out of the house, and in her golden Volvo, drove to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for another routine day of nurse clinic duty. It would only be brightened up by him, of course. Who cared if his shirt was absolutely crumpled because he didn't iron it, who cared if his stubble wasn't shaved (actually it made him look cuter), who cared if he had to use a cane, and who cared about his addiction to Vicodin?

Okay, maybe everyone does, but I don't!

What mattered were those stunning blue eyes that penetrated deep into your soul, that slightly husky, but oh-so-perfect voice, and ooh that sloppiness, it was just too cute!

As she entered the hospital to check in, she heard the slow tap of a cane. Her heart started beating faster, she felt a tightening in her chest, she felt out of breath.

She turned around, and saw a sick old man hobbling into the clinic.

Stop that, you idiot, she said to herself. Isabella closed her eyes. You have to get rid of this mad crush. He's too old for you, good Lord. He's what, at least 10 years your senior?

'Hey, Isabella.' It was the senior nurse. She returned with a smile and a 'Hi, Jenny, do you have the list of rooms and doctors to work with today?'

'Here. You're getting fewer doctors to work with today; some admin stuff you have to clear up.'

Isabella scanned down the list of 7 doctors.

No Gregory House.

She dragged herself to the first room. Exam Room Two. Of course, it was just down the hall, but she made a huge turn to the Department of Diagnostics first and then back. She would be late for her first patient/ doctor, but who cared.

The room that was Dr. House's was empty.

She sighed, and left for the first room for another day of boring work.

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1pm, and lunch and clinic hours were over for her. Isabella sat down at her desk, sifting through the new pile of 'admin stuff' for her on her table.

A, B, C, D, E, F, Gaaah I hate sorting this out! She was getting pissed at the pile of shit she had to do.

2pm, 3pm, 4pm.

Isabella looked up from the reception table. She was facing the entrance to the hospital. On her right was the elevators. She saw a doctor rushing out, then two more, then she turned back to her work. Since when did the doctors start being in a crazy rush?

Then she realised that it must have been an emergency case. Some patient got himself into serious trouble. Oh well, not my problem, the other nurses can take care of it. I've got more important things to do.

Then the elevator dinged, and two oh-so-familiar voices could be heard.

'Look, Cuddy, why am I going to be involved in this? Not like I committed some crime or something –'

'You didn't, and neither did anyone here, you're just going to do your job!'

'But I don't want to!'

'Too bad. You have to. We pay you for it, you know. Just go get a nurse to help you, what's wrong with it?'

Isabella had turned slowly to face them. Oh gawd. It was really him. Hyperventilate.

Cuddy walked away, and Dr. House looked down, and then up again. He turned to face her.

'You, come with me.'

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