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Two hours later found House sitting in his chair and hitting the repeat button on his stereo. Sweet jazz continued to pour out of the speakers and House felt a little more at peace with life. He had managed to avoid clinic duty all day and Cuddy didn't come to check on him once. Cameron did but she didn't matter. Chase did too but…he didn't matter much either. Wilson didn't check on him.

Wilson mattered.

House huffed to himself, rubbing his temples in irritation. Spinning in his chair, he stared out the window. The blinds were pulled back and he could freely see the bleak, grey sky and the raindrops running down the glass.

He liked Cuddy. Honestly, he did. He'd do her like that. Snap of the fingers. But…something really didn't feel right about it.

"Is it because she's my boss?" he thought aloud. Immediately, he laughed. Like that was a good excuse. Pondering the question, for House ponders a lot, he realized he wouldn't really do anyone right now except a good hooker. "That still doesn't explain why I wouldn't do her.

"Maybe I'm looking too much into this. It was only a look, after all. And a few words…and the lack of bra thing…" He shook his head vigorously. No need for those thoughts. The thoughts were arousing…

So why wasn't the idea of having sex with her as equally arousing? House pouted, frustrated. He figured it had to be because she was being too forward. It was much more fun to chase her ass when she disagreed with it. House sighed. He was thinking too much like a rapist now.

But a rapist is at least alert enough to notice when someone opens a door. House found out he disqualified in that area when a voice angrily alerted him to their presence.

"House!"

Flinching, House spun around, coming directly in contact with the object of his thought processes. Well…objects.

Lisa Cuddy stood in front of House's desk, her hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face. House made sure that the first thing he took in, though, was the fact that she was wearing a luxuriously low-cut, light pink top underneath a professional, and yet still tight, red blazer.

"Oh God, I ask you for someone to care and you send me this?" House asked the ceiling. "Shame on you."

"House, where have you been all day?! And don't tell me you've been talking to God." Cuddy said vehemently. House sighed. This part played every day like a broken record.

Meanwhile, Wilson was walking out of a patient's room. He shut the door quietly behind him. He was just about sick and tired of seeing so many cancer cases in one day. He walked down the hall towards the clinics. He saw Foreman standing at the front desk, rummaging through patient forms.

"Hey." Foreman said, noticing the brunette doctor walking towards him. Wilson nodded his hello.

"Has House been in here at all today?" Wilson asked casually. Foreman hesitated for a moment, thinking.

"No." A voice said behind the two doctors. Wilson turned to see Cameron looked quite angry as she perused a clipboard in her hands. "He's been holed up in his office all day. I checked on him once, he wouldn't say a word to me." She sighed. "It's not really all that surprising now that I think about it but I didn't even get a sarcastic remark out of him."

"Now that's surprising." Foreman said, still rummaging. Cameron nodded.

"He just stared out the window, listening to his stereo." She shrugged, becoming curious towards a section of writing on the clipboard.

"Cuddy hasn't said anything to him?" Wilson asked.

"I just saw her heading in that direction, actually." Foreman said. "Come to think of it, she did look pretty pissed off." Wilson nodded.

"Well thanks guys. I guess I'll go see him." Wilson started to head off towards House's office when Cameron spoke.

"Are you doing all right, Wilson?"

Wilson turned, curious. "Yes. Why?" Cameron stared for a moment and then shrugged.

"I don't know. You just seem more preoccupied than usual."

"Oh. Well…I'm fine. Thank you though." Wilson said, turning away and continuing towards House's office. Damn a woman's intuition.