Cuddy was sitting at her desk interviewing James Wilson when she heard a light knock on the door and saw a thin woman dressed in a professional dress suit attire with dark hair step in. "Hi, Dr. Cuddy?"
"Yes," she answered pleasantly.
"I'm looking for Greg, a, Dr. Greg House, is he-" she saw Wilson turn to face her. "James!" she exclaimed happily.
"Hi, Stacy," he answered warmly with a smile.
"Stacy...you're the girlfriend, right? I talked to you on the phone."
"Yeah, that was me. He told me he'd be here today but, I don't know where to find him."
"Oh, he's in the Clinic."
She saw the same shocked expression with a hint of worry from both Wilson and Stacy. "The Clinic? Really?" Stacy asked surprised. "And there hasn't been anybody running screaming? Attempted suicide from any patients?"
"Nooo," Cuddy answered, now feeling a little nervous.
"Ha, well how about that? He's behaving," she smiled, "I'm proud of my guy," she paused and then put her arm out. "Please, sorry, continue, I'll just go-"
"Well fine then don't listen to me you moron! Go home and die! I don't care!"
Stacy paused hearing the scream behind her, coming from an exam room. "Found him...and...I guess I spoke too soon."
Stacy walked out of the office and closed the door behind her. Wilson looked awkwardly at Cuddy as she looked towards the door with worry and regret on her face as she saw the patient House yelled at walk quickly out of the Clinic. "So...how badly does this effect my chances of getting in?" Wilson asked her, trying to make light of the situation.
"You couldn't behave yourself for one full day, could you?" Stacy asked House, leaning in the doorway of the exam room he lingered in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, with his hip resting against the counter and his arms folded over his chest.
"I'm on lunch. I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. I was in Dr. Cuddy's office when your little outburst happened."
"Did she look mad?"
"Not mad...I would say, more, shocked, but she was the only one. We knew better."
"We?" House asked, walking over to the window that allowed him to see the door to Cuddy's office from where was at.
"James is in there being interviewed."
"How did it look like it was going?" he asked straining to get a better look, by shifting his position when the staff and patients walked by blocking his view.
"Pretty good, I think. Look, Greg," she walked over to him and placed her left hand on his shoulder to make him face her. "You have to keep this job," his gaze was pulled away with struggle and landed on her and saw she looked concerned. "If she decides to not keep you, then, I don't know where else you can go to get hired...just...don't be you quite so soon. For me, okay?"
He hesitated with the answer but finally gave in. "Yeah, okay, I guess I can not be me until I get settled in. Then it'll be harder to get rid of me!" he announced as though he found a loop hole.
She chuckled at him, "that's all I ask." She hit his shoulder lightly while looking at the time on the clock that was behind him. "I gotta go back to work," she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "See you tonight," she said while heading out the door.
"Yeah, see you." He watched her leave the through the door and shifted back to the window to see her leave the Clinic but was torn away from her when he saw the door to Cuddy's office open and Cuddy was standing near Wilson escorting him out.
House ran out of the exam room and caught up to Wilson as he was turning from saying his parting good byes to Cuddy as she closed the door, concealing herself in. "So, what happened?" House asked. "Did you get it? Are you in the Oncology department?"
Wilson looked at House aggravated and walked towards the door of the Clinic to leave with him following at his left. "Yes, I got it."
House's face splashed confusion, "you don't seem as happy as one should who has just got himself a job."
"I had to promise to do her a favor in order to get it."
House glanced at the doors of Cuddy's office which he could only see part of her from where they were, "sexual favors?" he glanced back at Wilson and made a face, "she does seem like the type," his mouth formed a smile and let out a laugh, "although, if I weren't with Stacy I'd totally try to hit-"
"I had to promise her to help keep an eye on you!" Wilson shouted, interrupting House.
House gave him a sympathetic look "sorry."
Wilson and House reached the doors to the lobby and Wilson stopped, confusion spread across his face. "You're walking out with me? Aren't you still suppose to be here for a couple hours?"
House scowled, "you know you don't have to start right now," he whined.
"House!"
"Fine, be that way!" House stormed off and went back to the Clinic, "I can already tell you're a better friend then colleague!" he shouted over his shoulder.
Wilson sighed and walked out of the hospital, ready to come back the next day to officially start, hoping that the position was worth the trouble of keeping a close eye on his friend who breaks all rules, and acts like a child with no parents...
