House is in his apartment sitting at his piano; wearing a black suit, coat un-buttoned, his dress shirt has the first four buttons un-done. showing his
solid chest, and the bowtie is casually drapped around the collar of the shirt. He was playing a song he had written when he'd suddenly stopped at the roaring sound of thunder, and then there was a slight knock on the door. House grunts, as he stands up and limps to the door, not using his cane.
House opens the front door, rolling his eyes. "Yes?"
There standing partly soaked was a beautiful, tanned, big eyed, younger women.
Women answers. "So sorry to bother you, but my truck broke down right outside your door, and as luck would have it, my cell battery's dead. May I use yours to call a tow truck?" she said with, her seductive Spanish accent.
"If you must. Come in." House hands her his cell, with a soft sigh, and a stare.
"Thank you!" the woman says, as she walks past him into the apartment. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir."
House mumbles, under breath. "Sir?"
Women dials 411 to get the number then calls the tow truck, on phone: "Yes, I need a tow truck at..." She sighs then looks at House for answer, he gives it to her. "Okay, wait! Do you have to put me on." sighs annoyingly. "Hold?" to House, "These a**holes always want to put you on hold."
House smiles, and shakes head in agreement. "Tell me 'bout it."
A woman looks House up, and down. "You look nice. Wait, I didn't interrupt something, did I?" gives him an 'I'm
sorry' look.
House answers. "No, I was suppose to go out for my birthday but plans changed, not doing anything." He wasn't sure why he gave her the
honest answer.
Women looks at him, with a kind of sad look. "It's your birthday? And your just at home alone, tragic."
House remarks. "Not really, I'm us-" gets interrupted by the women putting up her index finger, as
if telling him to hold on.
Women back on cell. "Okay, thanks." hangs up. "A lot!" said sarcastically. "Forty minute wait. Well, thanks." hands House back
the phone. "I'm Lucia by the way. And hey happy birthday handsome." She walks out and goes to the truck, where she just realized she locked the keys in, she kicks the driver side door. Goes and sites on the porch.
House goes out after 'bout five minutes of watching her sit in the rain. "Your getting wet." he said in a sarcastic tone.
Lucia gives the same tone back. "Oh, you've noticed."
House laughs. "Why don't you come inside, it's dry."
Lucia sighs. "I do not want to bother you even more then I have."
House looks at her. "I'm a doctor, I cant in all good conscious let you sit out here and get sick." He laughs, knowing what he said was a
lie.
Lucia looks up at him. "You sure?"
House sighs. "Well, if you do get sick I can see you again, you did call me handsome after all. Oh, and did I mention I was a doctor?" He asked, while giving her a cocky look.
Both walk back into his apartment. Lucia pauses. "Wait!" She turns around to face him. "I didn't call you handsome." gives him a questioning look.
House grins. "Yes you did," short pause. "You said, and I quote, happy birthday handsome."
Lucia slightly blushes. "Oh!" gives House an awkward smile, then continues. "Sorry."
House looks at her. "Sorry?" He grins. "Are you blushing?" He asks, smiling. "I mean I don't blame you, I am," clears throat. "Sexy!"
Lucia raises her octave abit. "Hey now, no one said anything about sexy."
House asked. "So I'm not?"
She blushes harder. "So, what kind of doctor are you?"
House smiles, as he looks down, then back up at her. "Nice, change the subject." He smirks. "I'm the head of the Diagnostics department over at Princeton Plainsboro."
Lucia gives House a smile. "Yeah, my sister's boyfriend, works over there as well. Some cancer doctor. He's the head of his team too."
He gives her a pondering look. "That wouldn't happen to be Jimmy Wilson, would it?"
Lucia answers. "Yeah, James," She pauses. "You know him?" She asked curiously.
House gave her a straight face. "He's my ex."
Lucia gives a very confused look. "Huh?"
House laughs harder. "He's my bestie. As you young people say it."
Lucia snickers. "Young people?" smiles. "Wait! your doctor House?" She said, as if it was a question.
House gives her a sarcastic smirk. "Has my Jimmy-boy been gossiping about me, Again?"
Lucia softly titters. "Not really, he tried hooking us up once. That is what us 'young people' call getting together," She says sarcastically while grinning. "But something happened.. Wait. Didn't you go to jail?" She asked.
House mutters. "I'm going to kill him." He groans softly, then follows. "Yes, but you know you could have came and gave me conjugal visits." raises eyebrows suggestively.
Lucia gives him fixed look. "He's right, you are funny," She laughs. "Very funny."
House replies. "Oh, you know you want me; why else would you call me sexy?"
Lucia answered with a Mona Lisa look. "I didn't call you s..."
Before House's mind could stop the action, his lips were pressed passionately to her's in a kiss. A few moments later, outside, the tow truck drivers honking, once, twice... four, the didn't hear him till the fifth time.
Lucia pulls away, and clears throat. "I'll be," shudders. "Hum- right back." She goes and pays the guy to take her truck to her place; she goes back into House's apartment. "Is it really your birthday?"
House sighs. "Yes." He's, now, regretting telling her.
Lucia gives a pondering look. "M'kay, let's go."
House gives a questioning facial expression. "What? Where?"
Lucia continues. "It's your birthday, and we are going to have fun. Do you have a car?"
"Oh, really?" House grins, from ear to ear.
Lucia shows a serious look. "Not that kind of fun."
"I have a bike, kind of wrecked my car." House tries giving her an innocent look.
"Where are your keys?" Lucia asks.
House gives a faint look. "Do you even know how to ride a bike?" He asks, suspiciously.
She gives him, 'are you serious look'. "I own a '78 Harley, It's a real motorcycle. Not that little dirt bike out there."
"It's not a dirt bike? And how do you know that one's mine?" House barks.
"That's the only bike on this block that I saw." She responds.
"That doesn't prove anything." He throws, her the keys.
Lucia looks at them, in her hand. "Yes it does," smirks wittingly. "Let's go!"
House asks, suspicious. "Where we going?"
Lucia grins. "You'll see."
TBC...
