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They all sat in the same position, no one daring to move in fear of being shot.
"I've been shot before." House said to break the silence.
"Are you volunteering to be shot again?" Thirteen asked sarcastically.
"Not at all. Just saying." House replied, glad that his favorite person to banter with was back to Earth.
"Well, you don't usually want to say those things when there's actually a guy with a gun threatening to shoot you." Thirteen responded.
"Like I said, he won't shoot the guy diagnosing him." House said irritably.
"Not if he has psychosis." Thirteen whispered.
"She thinks you're psychotic." House said, pointing his finger at Thirteen childishly.
"House." They all heard the unmistakable voice of Lisa Cuddy over the speaker on the phone.
"What?" He snapped.
"Don't irritate him. It's not only your life at stake." Cuddy reminded him.
"Mommy, I'm a big boy now." House whined.
"Can you act like the 35 year old you are for once?" Cuddy asked, getting irritated.
"But why?" House asked, still acting like a five year old.
"Because you're in the middle of a hostage situation." Cuddy responded.
"I can tell. There's a gun pointed at my head." House said. It took all of Cuddy's strength not to gasp. She didn't want him to die, no matter how much most of the hospital thought they hated each other (though it was no secret that the same people who said they hated each other also thought they loved each other. It was one of the hospital's many running jokes).
"Dr. Hadley, keep an eye on him." Cuddy said, then hung up.
"Which one of you is Dr. Hadley?" House asked.
"Me." Thirteen responded, rolling her eyes.
"Oh." House said.
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