A/N: wow, thanks for such positive reviews guys :) made me so happy esp after how worried about it i was. soo...this is just filler really, and it's not that great i think, but we've got to get through it at some point at least. and go house and bones for being renewed for another season!!!!

"You really can't be expecting me to do this."

"Uh, yeah I can and I do."

Lisa Cuddy pointed her finger at him.

"This is the federal government, House. You will do your job, like a normal doctor, and you will cooperate fully with Agent Booth."

House scoffed and shook his head.

"First of all, do you know who you're talking too? I am anything but normal. I don't cooperate with anyone. And I won't be babysat by some dumb cop!"

"Do you know how much this would help the hospital?"

"Screw the damn hospital! Get the cop out of my office!"

"Do you do anything but yell?"

Cuddy sighed frustrated as House turned around to face Booth, who had silently made his entrance into Cuddy's office.

"Do you do anything but ask stupid questions?"

"I thought doctors had good bedside manners?"

House raised his eyebrows, turned in a slow circle and began looking around the room.

"What are you doing, House?" Cuddy muttered.

"I'm looking for beds, but…"he sighed loudly and raised his shoulders, "I don't see any."

"Dr. House, if you have anything you want to tell me, why don't you just say it?"

"Ohh. Ohh," House laughed as he limped forward, "you heard him Cuddy. He said it, so-."

Without any hesitation, Cuddy jumped from her chair and nearly shoved House into the chair in front of her desk and stood in front of him so he was cut off from Booth.

"Agent Booth, I would like to apologize for Dr. House. He's suffering from a mental condition of which there is no known cure. It's called Miserable, Angry, Cry Baby, Syndrome. He will keep you in the loop about your partner, and he will be nice to her."

"She's talking out of her ass. Trust me. I can see her lips moving from here."

A glare was all she gave him as she moved to sit behind her desk again.

"Dr. House, I believe you have two patients to diagnose. So, go and do your job. And clinic duty can wait until you solve these cases."

'Oooh, that was very underhanded,' he thought, but it worked.

"Fine," House pouted as he stood. "Come on Phonebooth, let's go cure some sick people."

"That's Agent Booth, Dr. House."

"What are you going to do? Trip me?" House smiled as he limped through the doors without looking back.

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"Okay, Ms. Brennan, is there anything else you can think of?"

Brennan shook her head and turned her head to where Foreman was drawing more blood.

"Why do you need so much blood?"

"We're just making sure the tests are correct, Ms. Brennan."

"Just call me Brennan. I hate being a miss."

Foreman smiled and nodded his head.

"I know. Every time someone calls me Mr. Foreman, I look for my father."

She picked at her sheet and turned her head. She watched as he noted her vitals and handed her the remote control to the t.v.

"I noticed you haven't turned it on."

"I don't watch it to be honest. My last t.v. broke."

"Well, this one is fairly sturdy I think."

"How's Jonas? Can you tell me?"

Foreman sighed before sitting down on the stool beside her bed.

"He's stable. We're controlling the fever. We've got him on pain meds for the myalgia and abdominal pains. He's lost more than ten pounds in the past three weeks, so we're making sure he has all the essential nutrients in his system."

"How am I compared to him?"

"At this point, we aren't even sure if the two cases are related, Brennan. Fevers and abdominal pain along with syncope could be a range of disorders. But we should find out sometime later today when we get the test results back."

Brennan nodded her head and leaned back, her head starting to ache.

"One of us will come check up on you in another hour or so."

"What about Dr. House? When does he want to see me?"

He stopped before sliding the door open and turned around.

"I wouldn't count on seeing House around anytime soon. He rarely sees any of patients if he can help it."

"Well, how can he even know what's wrong with me without seeing me?"

"That's House. All he needs are the tests."

Brennan tilted her head, "Like all I need to see are bones, I suppose?"

"Yeah, something like that."

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Booth fingered the poker chip in his hand one more time from where he sat in House's office, watching the doctor. He suppressed a sigh, looking around the office. He hadn't expected to see an office where there were balls and knickknacks lying around, but he also hadn't expected House to be…House.

"Damn it," House muttered and Booth looked his way again.

He had positioned the computer screen so Booth couldn't see what he was doing. If he was going to have the FBI on his back this whole time, then he might as well show him a fun time right?

"Wrong again."

Standing, Booth walked over to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

"Finding the cure for cancer, Boothy."

"What is your problem?"

"My problem?" House scoffed, "What's yours?"

"I just want my partner to get better."

"It would probably help if you were by your girlfriend instead of by me. I mean, my boyfriend's kind of chumpy, but he'd so beat your ass if you tried to steal me. But then again, who wouldn't?"

"You do know you're talking to a federal agent?"

"Uh, no way! You're a fed? You're kidding me? With that muscled figure and those chiseled looks, I figured you were the new Harlequin model. My mistake."

"Why are you insulting me?"

"Are you kidding me? That wasn't an insult. That was a hot complement."

Booth laughed harshly and took a strong step forward so that House had to crane his head to look up from where he was sitting in the chair.

"Listen to me Dr. House. Brennan…she's my bestfriend. She's practically my family. I want to make sure that she gets the best medical attention, and unfortunately, everyone seems to think that you're the best. So, until you find out what's wrong with her, I am going to be on your back, making sure you don't slack off."

"Dude, I'm crippled? You really want to be on my back?"

"House, I've got the results back."

Both men stared at Cameron as she stood there, the files in her hand with one pointed at the man sitting at the computer. She watched them, a bit warily, but knowing House, she figured he was being an ass, like usual. As he grabbed the file, she walked out of his office into the diagnostics room.

House frowned as he flipped quickly through the pages. He stood and reached for his cane before throwing a smile at his now favorite person to annoy.

"Come on, Fuzzy. Watch me in action."

Booth rolled his eyes and let House limp in front of him before turning to look back at the computer screen. Sudoku. This bastard was something else.