Titles: Treats
Rating: T (PG-13ish)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. But if I did own the hotness that is Greg House... oh dear...
Author's Note: I'm a huge fan of revision, so feel free to add reviews and suggestions.
His legs were crossed and lifted onto his desk. He held his arms mid-air, twisting his wrists in response to the flashing images on the gameboy. He threw the system down in frustration.
"Didn't quite make to the top ten?" Chase asked as he sat down on the chair in from of House's desk. Foremen entered the office. a few seconds after the him. The three men silently regarded each other.
Foremen looked around, his brow lowered. "…Where's Cameron?"
Grabbing his cane from beside his chair, House made his way to a stance. "Oh you know, she was probably up late with the girlfriends. Lost track of time."
The glass doors to the office swung open. Her hair, spread across her shoulders and plastered to her face, was damp and tangled.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Cameron managed, her chest heaving in attempt to catch her breath.
House's eyes brushed up and down her figure before he limped in front of his desk to address his team.
"Dr. Cameron how nice of you to show up." House's glance slid down from her eyes. "And I see you've brought guests."
Cameron clenched her jaw and quickly brought her white lab coat over her translucent white blouse. Chase cleared his throat, his eyebrows raised suggestively. House continued without missing a beat.
"We haven't had a major case in two days. And seeing how Cuddy has mapped out all my favorite hiding spots -"
"You actually have to work in clinic," Foremen finished.
"Hey!" House exclaimed. "Maybe you could scrape the streets for some bleeding gunshot victims." Cameron sighed wearily, taking a seat next to Chase.
"We could inject him with all kinds of fun stuff," House continued. "He'll look like a promising case in no time."
"There's actually a pretty long line of patients in the lobby," Chase said. "Maybe there's someone sick enough out there to entertain you for the day."
House moaned childishly. "Well it's no fun unless the nice ambulance men bring them in."
Cameron brought her hair into a ponytail, careful to keep her coat closed with one hand. "Why exactly are we here then?"
"I just thought we could use some time to bond. Maybe paint each other's toenails." House twisted to grab three manila folders from his desk. "I brought treats." He handed one folder to each of the doctors.
Chase leafed through the pages.
"Old cases?" Chase asked.
"New cases. Your cases. Figure them out. First person to correctly diagnose the given patient wins a prize."