Dr. Gregory house pulled up to his parking spot at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in his Triumph Bonneville motorcycle as usual Monday morning.
He limped to his office, cane in hand, only to be surprised at what, or who, was waiting for him at his desk.
H- Dr. Cameron, Can you see those big, white letters on the front of this door?
AC- Yes, as a matter-of-fact I can, House
H- Well, Can you Read? It says 'Dr. Gregory House'. Me, now get up.
AC- Fine (gets up) we have a case.
H- Where are the black dude and the brit?
AC- Aussie
H- Brit
AC- Aussie
H- Brit
AC- Aussie
H- Shut up
AC- OK
(Both try to hide their smirks)
AC- They're with the patient. Foreman's doing the vitals and Chase is doing all the talking.
H- What. Afro-Americans can't multi-task?
AC- Foreman has a sore throat and Chase was tired of his crossword puzzle.
H- Why are you here?
AC- To tell you
H- Sure you are
AC- (While doing a fake British accent) Why Dr. House, are you implying that I came here for a reason other than business? (She smiles)
H- Maybe, The fact that my coffee hasn't been made leads me to believe you had other things on your mind while I wasn't here. And, the fact that you were speaking to me in a fake British accent a second ago also leads me to believe you were trying to kill time so you didn't have to say what was on your mind while I was gone.
AC- (Speechless)
H- Get to work, Cameron
(Cameron walks to the door)
H- HEY!
AC- What? I'm getting to work like you said to.
H- I meant on my coffee.