Race
to the Finish
by
Carebear
Every
known and unknown disclaimer applies.
Clinic waiting room:
"I won't do it. You can't make me."
Dr.
Lisa Cuddy ran her hands over her eyes. He must have gotten the
memo.
She
said picking up the file in front of her.
"Dr.
House, the Heads of all Departments are required to attend. There
is
no
exceptions period."
She walked to her office, hoping beyond hope that would satisfy him. The click of a cane squelched that feeling.
"What about Harrison in peds?" He said grilling her.
"Unless
you want to deliver her baby in the middle of the reception,
she's
staying
the hospital. Masters is acting chief."
"So there are exceptions?" He smiled.
"Unless
you're dead or suddenly about to deliver - no there are
no
exceptions.
But I'll give you something in exchange. Be on your best
behavior
tonight
and
I'll reduce your clinic hours by two this week." She could
play his
game.
House
contemplated this. He could make fun of people with Wilson for a
couple
of
hours and call it an earlier evening. But first he had to negotiate.
"Make 6 and you've got a deal."
"Four
and you stay the whole evening." Cuddy smiled a devilish
smile.
"Oh
and
bring Cameron with you. I don't want you hanging with Wilson the
whole
night."
House
hung his head. Damn if she wasn't getting better at their little
game.
He
nodded and walked to the elevator.
This
was going to be a long evening - Maybe a four Vicodin night.