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"You're an ass."

House looked up from his cell and smirked. There stood Cuddy, arms crossed over her chest, scowling at him. He had no doubt that she was going to show up. She always showed up. It wasn't in her nature to not show up. Well, it wasn't in her nature to not show up where he was concerned. She always showed up when he needed her to. Struggling to get up since they'd confiscated his cane, he limped out of the cell when the officer unlocked it.

"You couldn't have called Wilson?" Cuddy hissed as he limped beside her as they made their way to the front of the precinct to retrieve his things.

"Wasn't home." He quipped, leaning against the wall for support.

"That's a lie. Why did you call me? You could've called one of your team members.. Why did it have to be me?"

"Becauseeeeeeee, I knew you'd come." He slurred as the officer handed him his leather jacket and cane. "My keys?" He asked noting that they hadn't been passed to him.

"I have them." Cuddy responded holding them up. "Let's go. You're too drunk to drive."

"Does that mean I get to spend the night with you?"

"No. It means you get to spend the night with Wilson."

He continued to walk beside her to her car, noting that she was rubbing her arms in order to keep warm. It was a little chilly out. He took his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders.

"House.. I know what you're doing.. Don't.." She responded shrugging it off.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not doing anything... You looked cold. I was just trying to warm you up.." He slurred, tripping over his feet. Cuddy caught him before he could hit the ground.

"You're such an idiot." She mumbled as she brought his arm over her shoulders, supporting him so he wouldn't fall again.

House opened his mouth to respond but he couldn't form a proper sentence in his mind, nonetheless speak without his words coming out too fast or slurred together do to his state of intoxication, so instead he kept his mouth shut as they continued their way towards her car. When they reached her car, she reluctantly helped him into the passenger's seat. Just as she was about to shut the door, he grabbed her arm. He looked up at her, not exactly knowing what emotions he was feeling as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"House.." He knew she knew exactly what he was going to do. He knew she wanted him to do it as much as his impulse was telling him to. He brought his hand to her cheek, and sighed as she closed her eyes, pressing a firm hard kiss to her lips.

"No.. I can't.. I'm sorry.. I can't do this to myself again.." He heard Cuddy murmur, pulling away and shutting his door.

"Cuddy.."

"Don't. Please.. Just don't.."


Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Cuddy turned the key in the ignition, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Feeling House's eyes on her the entire time. How could she have let him do this to her? She knew what he was going to do, yet she still allowed him to. Maybe it was because she missed the feeling of his lips against hers, or maybe it was because at least this time, she knew it would be their last kiss. The ride was silent, yet they both were stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. She could see him looking at her through her peripheral vision. She wanted him to say something, anything. The silence between them was pulling on her heart strings. How was it possible that in so little time they had gotten to the point where it was awkward to be together? Things had never gotten like this. No matter what had happened between them. But this, this was her fault. And it hurt her. She'd inflicted this on both of them by being selfish for once in her life, and as much as she hated herself for it, she was starting to regret it.

Pulling into her driveway, she closed her eyes for moment before getting out an helping him out of the car. He was too drunk to walk and she didn't need him to trip over his feet again. She let go of him once they'd reached the door.

"Wait in the kitchen." She directed as she went off to find Wilson in her living room.

"Where'd you go?" He asked when he saw her coming towards him.

"Rachel's asleep?" She asked avoiding his question.

"Yeah. Out like a light. Now stop deflecting... Where did you go?"

"I went to pick up House... Down at the precinct..." She mumbled, looking down at her feet, knowing that she would get an interrogation for this in the days to come.

"You could've called me you know. I would have gotten him.. You don't have to do this to yourself Lisa.. Where is he?"

"He's in the kitchen... He's drunk out of his mind though.."

"It's fine.. It's nothing I'm not used to.." He sighed, before squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "Go to bed. I'll lock up and deal with him. If you need anything, you know where to reach me." He said as he was turning to go.

"James?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you." She walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She was thankful to have him as a friend. Especially because he knew everything. She didn't have anyone else to confide in. She made her way towards Rachel's bedroom, stopping in to check on her. She pressed a kiss to her daughter's temple before heading out and quietly shutting the door.

She entered her bedroom and got into bed without even changing into her pajamas. She was too tired to. It had been a long day, draining her physically and emotionally. She looked over at the empty side of the bed, not even bothering to swallow the lump forming in her throat. It had been awkward to be in his presence after what seemed like an eternity. It had been even more awkward to have to have him beside her, touching her, breathing down her neck, as she helped him into her car. She missed him. She missed having him beside her. She wiped at the tears that were streaming down her face before turning away from the empty space beside her, praying for a dreamless sleep.