"What am I gonna do with you?" Her voice was quiet as their heartbeats started slowing back to normal.

"This seems like a way to go" he answered and pulled her hair gently so that she lifted her head to meet his eyes. She chuckled and kissed him again, deep.

"You need to get going. And you know what I mean" she said glaring at his grin.

"Yeah, so much things to write a memo about. The nurses need to know that they can start cashing their bets." (CH3)

"I've been looking for you" House heard Wilson's voice while limping towards his office.

It had took them another half an hour to get their clothes on and hair straight enough to look decent. Cuddy had glared at him for the memo comment, but hadn't said anything about talking to people. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to tell Wilson what was going on, probably not, but even if he had, he wouldn't. Knowing Jimmy he would have a stroke. After which he would make House feel guilty about sleeping with the boss without a plan on how to make it live. They didn't need anyone else's input on their… situation.

"You've found me" he simply said and continued to walk.

"Where the hell have you been? Your staff didn't know where you were."

"I had my pager."

"You didn't answer it! Not that I would except you to but still."

"Well the kids could obviously live without me for five minutes, they haven't paged me yet, so where's the fire? Told your wife you're cheating her?" He stopped just outside his office and turned to see Wilson's glare.

"You were gone more than five minutes. Where were you?"

"Jogging. What is it?"

Wilson sighed. Maybe it was better if he didn't know, that way they couldn't make him testify in court if he'd get caught from something.

"I just missed your company."

"Seriously?" He asked lifting his brows and sneered when his friend bowed his head to 'yes'. "You'd be the first" he said and went to his office.

"And probably last" Wilson said as he caught the door before it closed and got in. "So…" he let it drift and lifted his brows to House who was now sitting behind his desk, popping two Vicodins in his mouth and then lifting his brows in return. "You're honestly not telling me?"

"Can you dishonestly not tell someone something?" He frowned and lifted his feet to his table, wincing when he felt the stretch in his right thigh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, we're not fond of jogging these days" he answered rubbing the thigh through his jeans, now more wrinkled than this morning when he found them under his bed.

"I heard something about thighs without thigh muscle taking the stress harder than the normal thighs" Wilson tried but just earned a look without amusement. "Even Cuddy didn't know where you were."

"Well now that's shocking, cause I'm known from the fact that I conscientiously tell my boss everything that I'm doing and especially where I'm doing it" House rolled his eyes and started throwing his ball to the roof.

"How's the case?"

"What case?"

"The McCauliff vs. her workplace case. I've been watching Ally McBeal reruns and thought that maybe you were too. The patient, House! You know, the guy with a kidney failure, heart attack and nosebleeds… He came to the clinic for his knee, had hit it to a table's corner. Any of this ring a bell?" Wilson asked while sitting to the chair in front his desk.

"Actually I'm quite sure that McCauliff won that case of hers" House said and got up from his chair starting to the other office in order to get some coffee. "The kids are taking care of it" he said before going trough the glassdoor. He walked to the coffeemaker and poured himself the last drops from the pot. He winced at the taste when sipping it.

"The test came out positive" House suddenly heard Foreman's voice behind him and spilled his coffee on his shirt, cursing under his breath.

"And the reason that you three are here telling me that instead of getting started with his medication is because…" he turned to look at his team standing at the door with lifted brows and then they were out again.

House grunted at his shirt, took a muffin from the basket on the table, put in his mouth and walked back to his office. He put his coffee and muffin to his desk and went behind it to get his sport bag where he kept his change. "He's gonna be fine. He'll be out of here before lunch tomorrow" he said to Wilson and buttoned his shirt open before taking it off and throwing to the bag.

"What is that?" Wilson suddenly asked and got up from the chair.

"What is what?" House asked and eyed his torso frowning.

"That" Wilson said pointing at his shoulder. "Is that…? Yes it is! That's a hickey! Oh my God, House!"

House took a mirror from his drawer and checked the piece of skin between his shoulder and his neck. He couldn't help but grin as he smoothly slid his fingertips against it. He knew he'd felt her nibbling and sucking there, but somehow it hadn't registered in as all that it was. 'She marked me' he thought and his grin widened.

"You were with a hooker? I mean seriously, doesn't your professional responsibilities mean anything to you? You actually got yourself freed from the clinic to get laid… I can't believe you!" Wilson cried and waved his hands.

House lifted his eyebrows at Wilson who rolled his eyes and gave in. "Okay, I can, but still…"

Wilson kept on whining about numerous of random things while and after House had his clean shirt on, Cameron came to tell them that the patient was getting better, her eyes shining and lips smiling once again waiting that he'd actually say something to acknowledge the job well done, which he of course didn't, team went on to do whatever it was they did, he didn't care, and Wilson kept talking, pulling him out of his state of indifference just so he can grunt something in return to a question he didn't really hear. And as the they came to an end all he'd thought about was how he was now a marked man, a thought that didn't sound bad to his ears.

A/N: Sorry if I've been negelecting you. I've just found the amazingly satisfying world of HP slashfics and the writing kinda slipped from my mind, the exact reason why this chapter seems so dull. But don't worry, I'll get to it, and maybe I'll even get the desk scene requested in there somewhere :) So, keep on reviewing, I really like it when you do.