Chapter 2

House's POV:

Dammit Cuddy! I can't believe she hired this...this person as my partner. She can't know what she is doing. She seems very young, too young. Nice ass and rack but definitely not the one night stand type. Ugh this will be the death of me I can already tell. I start rifling through my stack of papers to find her file. I take my time ignoring her standing there in hopes she will be extremely uncomfortable and maybe quit. Or at least walk away. I glance up after a minute of unsuccessful searching and notice she is staring at me. I'm not sure she knows I'm looking at her. It's amusing. She seems in a trance.

"If you want a piece of this then close the blinds. Better yet, leave them open. I like to be watched." I snide as she blushes from embarrassment.

"Please, you wouldn't last 2 minutes with me old man." She comments snidely and turns to leave.

I watch her walk out the door and towards the elevators. Damn, she's good. Things will not be dull around here for long. I pull out a bottle of Vicodin and pop 3 pills. That spill I took earlier is starting to throb. I pick up the phone and call Wilson.

"I'm OD'ing come quick!" I fake being scared.

"House shut up. Next time I won't even answer the phone. What's up? What do you need?' Wilson nonchalantly asks.

"Did you meet the new pain in my ass yet? I bet $50 I will have that by the end of the week." House half jokes as he twirls his pill bottle in the other hand.

Wilson snorts with amusement, "Ha, I know better than that. But yes I did meet her actually and she seems like a very nice young woman. Pretty, smart, strong, not your type."

House rolls his eyes and sighs, "Everyone is my type, just have to get them a little less sober. What's for lunch?"

"Sushi. Be there in 5 minutes." Wilson hangs up as House leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.

2 hours later, House is finishing up some paperwork on his current patient. This past week has been a slow week work-wise. His team had a 24 year old young man come in with a runny nose and a failing liver, turned out the medicine he got from a "friend" was actually shutting his body down one organ at a time. Luckily for him, House is very good at his job. Shutting his eyes, he massages his hurt leg. He pulls out a bottle of Vicodin from his inner pocket of his blazer and tosses back 2 pills. Not long before he can go home for the day and relax alone without anyone to bother him.

"If it is no bother Dr. House, I'd like to sit down and talk about my duties here. I understand the basics to get through the days, but I think it would go smoother for us both if we talked and figured each other out." Dr. Wilde states as she crosses the office to the chair in front of him.

With a sigh, House opens his eyes and stares at her with contempt. He did not want to deal with anyone, let alone a new co-worker.

"Fine. But I can't promise you won't want to get in my pants by the end of the day." He sassed sarcastically.

Ignoring his comment, Dr. Wilde sat down in the chair in front of House's desk and pulled out a notebook and pen.

"What time do you prefer to start the day? What are the requirements that you have for clinic hours? Vacation time? I know in the interview these questions were answered by default, but I know some Doctors have their own preference with their teams." Dr. Wilde looks up in wait of his replies.

"No later than 8:00am. Whatever you want, though the hospital might frown upon less than 6 hours a week. Vacation is for losers, but if you must we can work it out. Maybe my place for the week," He catches her eyes with his smartass comment, "unless you prefer tacos to hotdogs?"

Dr. Wilde clenches her teeth at his brashness. She closes her notebook and stands up. Before she turns to leave, she bends down at his eye level.

"Bring it on old man. I may be young and new, but I can take whatever you dish out. Just make sure you can take it without having a stroke." She smirks and leaves the room.

House could smell her perfume from when she bent over. Sandalwood and lavender, and a hint of hazelnut coffee. He had to admit that she wasn't as bad as he thought she would be. She's young and not as experienced in the world, but she had balls. This was going to be very interesting.