The phone rang.
Just great. I looked at my watch. It was five o'clock, I'd barely been home from work for half an hour.
I grabbed the phone.
"What?"
"House, that you?"
Cuddy.
"Well who else would it be?"
She ignored the remark in a very Cuddy-like fashion and babbled on.
"House, I need a favor."
"My favorite. You're lucky, I'm in an unusually giving mood. What will it be today?"
"Could you come over and baby-sit? I have a speaking engagement, and I forgot to get a sitter…"
"You really want me babysitting?"
"Would I have called otherwise? Please, Greg."
She called me Greg. Huh. She really was desperate.
"Okie dokie. Be there in fifteen minutes."
"You're a lifesaver."
"So I've been told."
I hung up and went back to my guitar. Cuddy would live if I was a few minutes late.
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Cuddy didn't appreciate my lateness.
"You just couldn't get here on time, could you?"
I shrugged. "You should be glad I'm here at all. Where's the little bundle of joy?"
"She's sleeping upstairs. I'll be back in a few hours hopefully. Everything you need to know is on a list on the fridge."
"I am a doctor, remember? I can take care of babies better than most parents."
Cuddy gave me the stare. "The list tells you where all her stuff is."
"Like I don't already know where everything is. I could walk around here blindfolded."
"That's a little creepy, House."
I pointed towards the door. "Just go. The kid and I will be fine."