Chapter 2

He thought to himself. House picked up his cane and pointed it at an intern wondering through the hospital.

"You, Intern!" he shouted. "You know who I am?"

"Yes sir, of course I do." the young man answered

"Good than give me your lab coat. You may have it back at the end of the day. Ask doctor Cameron about it. She handles these things for me." House grabbed the coat from the young man and put it on. House put on the coat, popped another pill and than limped over to the newly arrived patient. He was stopped from entering the area by two secret service agents.

"Sir, you can't come in here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is a secure area and we are waiting for a..." the agent stopped to look in his notebook. "...Dr. House."

"Well slap me silly and call me Greg." House responded. "Do you know what this doctor House looks like?"

"No sir, and we expect him to be awhile. A doctor Cuddy told us that it can be hard to convince him to take new cases." The agent spoke until he was interrupted by a voice from behind the curtain.

"I don't need to see doctor House or any other doctor, I'm not sick. I just need a red bull and a new shirt..."

"Ok, first of all i think you may be putting too much faith in the healing power of a new shirt..." said another voice from behind the curtain

"Sam, hand me my blackberry, I need to check up on a few things."

"Josh, I told you Lou is handling things right now, just relax."

"I'm fine. Give me my blackberry."

"Fine Josh, I'll give you your blackberry back. Let me just call Donna first and tell her whats up." The end of Sam's sentence was interrupted by a large crashing sound. The secret service agent looked surprised and turned towards the curtain, opening it with out delay. The scene was so ridiculous that House couldn't help but laugh out loud even though he realized this would do nothing to help him get closer to the patient. Sam stood at the edge of the bed while Josh lay on the floor tangled in his IV tubing and Oxygen mask. His hair clothes were a mess and he looked frantic. The agent House had been talking to rushed to the man's side and began to help him back into bed.

"Sir, are you all right?" The agent asked Josh

"Yeah I'm fine. Could you please get my blackberry from Sam. He won't give it back."

"Sir, I'm sorry but I can't do that." You agent answered

"Rodney, I hate to pull rank but you are on my secret service detail. I'm pretty sure you have to listen to me." Josh answered starting to get angry.

"Yes sir, but the president gave us strict orders." the agent responded. "You are not to have your blackberry, laptop or access to a phone until we figure out whats wrong with you."

"Fine, I get that but could you at least get my blackberry away from Sam." Josh pleaded. "He's going to call Donna and trust me when I tell you, she will freak out. She might actually kill me."

"Um... Sir" The agent began to speak again. He seemed nervous.

"No. No, Rodney. Please tell me that this is a funny joke thats not actually funny. Tell me you did not actually call my fiancée. She going to kill me. She told me not to go on this trip. She told me I was coming down with something. I will never live this down. She will bring this up every time she wants to get her way..." Josh rambled on until he was interrupted by House laughing hysterically. The agents, Sam and Josh looked at House. They had forgotten he was there.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The agent stood up and started walking towards House. House's pager went off and he looked down at his belt, surprised that he was actually wearing it.

"Well my pager says 911, Emergency Room, curtain three. So I've got to run anyway" House turned and started limping away before stopping abruptly and turning back. "Wait a second. I'm already at curtain three in the emergency room. Which one of you lucky fellows is Josh Lyman?"