Jogging park – Thirteen is leaning against a tree, talking into her cellphone, looking a little angry, cheeks crimson. House limps as quietly as possible around the corner and tries to overhear the conversation.
"I miss you. Why can't we meet tonight?" She glared into nowhere, her tone changing until she was almost shouting. "No, I did not forget you have a boyfriend. Tell him you have a goddamn conference or something stupid tonight. It's my birthday, and I have a right to celebrate it with the girl I love. Lie to him or just fuck off" Her voice had cracked at this point, tears welling in her eyes and she snapped her phone shut. The young doctor stormed past House, having not recognized him at all in her sudden rage. So, it definitely was a woman, obviously also bisexual, obviously in another relationship with a man.
"Well, dear minions, you're always getting into trouble if daddy doesn't watch you," House said to himself and went back to hiding in his office, avoiding Cuddy, and making up a list of candidates in his mind.
At home again, House flopped onto the couch with a beer, and was just switching on the TV when he heard a key in the lock. He looked at his watch. 7:30 pm – very early for Wilson to be leaving the bald dying kids. And, adding to the strangeness of the situation, it was Amber's day with Wilson. The younger doctor walked in, looking tense and disappointed.
"You're coming to jump me?" he mocked, trying to cheer up Wilson.
The younger doctor just rolled his eyes. "Amber is busy tonight, so I came here, looking forward to silly movies and you mocking me." He still looked sad.
"Dont whine, buddy. Sit down. News about upcoming girl-on-girl-action in the hospital on the way," he announced, grinning and looking nasty.
Wilson sat beside House, trying to relax and waiting for him to go on with his newest discoveries.
"Thirteen is the mistress of another bisexual woman. And she made her lie to her boyfriend to celebrate her birthday with her today. Isn't it romantic?" He laughed out loud.
"Why exactly is cheating and lying to another person a romantic gesture?"
"I'm sure fucking Thirteen as a birthday present is not really a bad thing. I can imagine her licking like Lassie. And I'm sure you can add romantic stuff to that in your mind." He nearly drooled.
Wilson stared at him and shook his head in disgust. "Let's get back to watching movies."
"That's just what I planned. Let's watch The L-word..."
And so they did. When Wilson came home to the apartment he and Amber shared he was totally drunk and went straight to bed.
The next morning, Taub and Kutner were already in the conference-room, brooding over their coffees. House walked in, nearly smashing the door open. Looking around he noticed Thirteen was still missing.
Kutner jumped in with an excuse: "It was her birthday yesterday, House, I'm sure she'll be here in a minute."
And so she was, nearly floating out of the elevator. Her hair was a mess, and there was a huge hickey on her neck.
She had just entered the room when House announced, "So, naughty lesbian birthday child – just back from muff-diving?"
Thirteen looked shocked for a moment, then batted her eyelashes and chirped exaggeratingly, "Envious because you're not getting any?"
Kutner's and Taub's jaws dropped in synchronization at the blunt banter. House grinned, trying to erase the lesbian porn scenes invading his mind.
His actual case was a 63-year old female seizing and vomiting alternately. After shocking her heart back into sinus rhythm for the third time, House went back to his office in order to get his backpack and hurry home. Then he recognized that Thirteen had left her small blue calendar on the conference table.
He limped to conference room next to his office and flipped the pages until he found yesterdays entry: DINNER AT ANTONIOS WITH A. He frowned at the heart drawn beside it; it reminded him of a 14-year-old with her first crush. He flipped to the part of the calendar with the addresses and checked for further evidence. SHIT! There were no more clues. He closed it and threw it back on the table. He walked over to his bike and drove home – he needed to process a plan.
