OMG i am so sorry for not updating this forever. I DON'T even have an excuse, I just wasn't motivated. To those of you who read and reviewed Funhouse, thank you. Well here is the third chapter, I'm sorry its kinda short (DDX are hard to write) but i hope you like it. Any suggestions are welcome and hopefully the next one will be up without a 3 month hiatus.


"How can you be finished already?' Cuddy laughed as House stuffed the last bite of his sandwich down his throat, "We've only been here for, what, 5 minutes?"

"I'm a growing boy," House mumbled, still chewing.

"Yeah, width wise anyway." Cuddy dodged the playful smack coming her way.

"Well maybe, at least my ass doesn't get bigger every day."

"You love my ass."

"Doesn't mean it's not big. And I thought you were the hungry one. Or was it not that kind of hunger?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Cuddy just smiled, and picked at her sandwich. It was true, she had been hungry when they got here, but then House had started talking about his new patient. It wasn't really that freaky of a case, and by far not the weirdest, but she'd had a weak stomach for anything 'icky' lately. She looked down at her sandwich, her favorite, with mozzarella, pesto and sun-dried tomato, trying to get herself to eat it. Thankfully she was saved when House reached over and grabbed the half she hadn't bitten.

"Hey!" Cuddy attempted to grab it back, but House smirked and pulled it out of her reach.

"You weren't eating it, and I'm hungry."

"Fine, take it, you can have the other half too."

"Yay!," House exclaimed, using his five year old voice, "Hey," his sudden change of tone made her look up.

"What is it?"

"I was wondering if we should move in together." He looked down quickly after he spoke, not wanting her to see him blush, or to see her reaction.

It was a good thing he did too, because he missed the look of total surprise that appeared on her face. "Are you sure House?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure." He said with a bit more venom then he intended. Cuddy momentarily stopped, but then ran her hand along his cheek.

"This is… unexpected." She held his gaze for a minute.

"Really, I mean, I basically live at your house and Rachel and I get along. Just to clarify, this isn't an offer to move in with me. I'm basically inviting myself to move in with you."

Leave it to House to take a totally sweet moment and make a joke, but she figured that was just his way of veering around the emotional parts of conversation. I suppose its better than getting withdrawn… she knew that a year ago that's what he would have done, disappeared into his little shell, like a turtle. Asking to move in was a huge step for him, one she was glad to be a part of. She realized she was over analyzing this. He just wants to move in, its not like he asked you to marry him. She breathed out slowly, like when she did her yoga.

"Hello, earth to Cuddles." House's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. " I asked to move in remember? Did you get sucked into the black hole that is your brain again?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, no, wait, YES! Of course I want you to move in."

"Cool."


House walked into to the team room, where they were all seated, "38 year old male with tachycardia, respiratory arrest and unusual eye movement. Now complaining of headache." Foreman spoke quickly when House strode in. " He's stable now, but he's had 3 tachycardia's and we don't think he'll make it through another one." House nodded slowly."

"Tox screen was clean and so was the echo." Taub added.

"It could be Amyloidoisis, his bodies proteins could be replicating in his heart and lungs, explaining the heart attack and respiratory failure." Chase pitched in.

"Wouldn't explain the eyes."

"Well do you have a better idea Foreman?"

"Cocaine would explain all of his symptoms."

"So would huffing cough syrup." House interrupted the bickering of his ducklings. "Foreman, cocaine would have showed up in his blood stream, but you're right about the amyloidoisis being incorrect, point for you!"

"Cocaine wouldn't show up in the tox screen if he hadn't used in a while. The long time abuse would explain the heart, lung, and eyes."

House thought over the idea, checking it against the basically encyclopedia quality base of medical knowledge in his brain. It made sense, it fit, in a neat little package, but it didn't feel right. ME, superstitious? no way. He couldn't even believe he had thought that, it kind of appalled him. He wiped all of these thoughts from his mind and looked up from the file he was pretending to read and back to his ducklings. "Cocaine is our best bet, Foreman go test for the cocaine in his blood, since apparently it's there... Pretty-boy go take our druggies history. And Taub... go do what ever you do. Hurry along now my minions!" He watched as they each went there separate ways, then headed over to Wilson's office.

He was immersed in his thoughts as he made the short hop over to Wilson's door, mostly thoughts about moving in with Cuddy, but also about the case and then the usual random stuff that he always had on his mind. He began to hum "Dani California" as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry for your loss , there was nothing we could do. Here's another tissue- HOUSE! How many times do i have to tell you you have to knock before you barge in here. I'm busy."

"Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana, robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana!" House sang at the top of his lungs.

"Please be quiet House, and while your at it why don't you leave. Come back when you have a little bit of control."

"Dr. Wilson, I think I'll leave now. Thank you." the man who Wilson had been talking to got up from the leather chair and walked out the door, giving House a curious glance.

"Cuddy is going to kill you. That was one of our donors, whose wife just died of lung cancer. I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled the plug on the million he just gave to pediatrics." Wilson sounded quite exasperated as he stood and gathered up the things on his desk.

"Speaking of Cuddy," House said, ignoring everything Wilson had just said, "i just thought you might want to know that I'm moving in with her."

Wilson dropped the pile he was holding."Really? Wow this is a big step. House are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I find it interesting that you and Cuddy had the same question. This shouldn't be a surprise, I only ever go to my own apartment to restock on clothes. And yes, i wouldn't have asked if i wasn't sure." That's the same thing you told Cuddy, he thought.

Wilson looked up at House, studying his face to make sure he wasn't messing with him. It looked like he was sincere, but with House you could never tell. He decided to go for it and believe him. "Well congratulations, I'm proud of you." He gave House a warm smile. "Call me if you need help moving things, although you'll probably make Foreman or Chase do it."

"I hadn't thought of that, its even better than hiring those Mexicanos at home depot to do it. Free Labor!" He walked out the door humming again.