House opened the door to Dr. Cuddy's office. "Honey. I'm home…" he said. Dr. Cuddy looked up at him. "House….never mind. What did the parents say?" she asked, sounding exhausted.

"I didn't talk to mommy and daddy. I went to the little girl. Bet they said something nice though…" House said, before sitting down.

"I thought you said-"

"I know what I said…hello…I said it. I just wanted to see the little girl myself. Didn't want Chase to scare her away. You seen his face recently? Whoo. I'm much prettier…" House stated.

"Just because your mother tells you that, doesn't mean its true," Cuddy said, lowering her voice.

She stood up and walked towards her file cabinet. "Wait, are you sleeping with Chase?" House questioned.

Cuddy responded with a glare.

"Oh, yea. You lied to me. You told me that this patient was fourteen…" House said, annoyed.

"I read her file wrong. She's ten, and how did you know I made a mistake?" she questioned.

"Well, most fourteen year olds don't believe in Santa…" House replied. "Not true," Cuddy snapped.

"How do you get ten out of fourteen anyway? I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, well maybe not to your face, but you are definitely on something. Is it Vicadon? You wanna be Vicadon buddies?" House asked, with a small smile.

"Get out," Cuddy said, rolling her eyes.

House hobbled out of her office and began to head down the hall.

"Excuse me, Dr. House?" a voice spoke up. House turned to see a man in his thirties walking towards him.

"I need to see you, remember that…swelling…I talked to you about? Well, its getting worse. Could you take a look?" he asked.

"Can't and Won't. I have a little girl problem. She really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really needs my help," Dr. House said.

The man frowned. "But I can't…perform…if I'm swelling," he muttered.

"Good for you. I don't care that you can't have sex, your wife doesn't care that you can't have sex, Jerry down in the ER doesn't care…nobody cares! I on the other can, but I haven't recently. Us cripples need to stick together," House stated.

"That's a horrible thing to say. Please, this will just take a minute…" he said, moving to unbuckle his belt.

"Whoa man! Not cool! Bad Boy!" House snapped.

The man froze. "Fine, if your that selfish and desperate go to exam room one," House said, after a moments silence.

The man smiled, and ran down the hall.

"What's the appropriate word? Oh yea….sike!" House said, to himself.

He turned and walked into his office. "Dr. Sanders!" House exclaimed.

Dr. Sanders cringed slightly. "I'm right here. Do you seriously need to scream?" she asked.

House leaned closer to her. "It is GOOD to see you too…" he said, even louder.

Dr. Cameron rolled her eyes. "So what are we going to do about this girl. From what we've recently learned this could spread," she stated.

"Next will be her fingers," Chase added.

"Chase, do you believe in Santa Claus?" Dr. House questioned. Everyone turned to look at him. "What?" Chase asked.

Dr. Sanders looked at Dr. Foreman. "Where exactly is he going with this?" she asked. Dr. Foreman shook his head and shrugged.

"Santa Claus? They have him over there in England?" House asked. "Australia. Yes, we do…" Chase replied.

"Guess what? Santa ain't real. If you see a man in a suit in your living room, grab a bat. It's Foreman and he will be trying to steal that precious plasma screen TV you have so he can give it to me. But don't hit him too hard, then I have to do his work…and I won't get my TV," House said.

"Oh yea…let me just call the homies," Foreman said, rolling his eyes.

"Wow. You are so not funny," Dr. Sanders spoke up. Dr. House turned to look at her. "I know he's not. He needs to take lessons from me," House said, in a cocky way.

"I was talking about you, House…" Dr. Sanders snapped. House tilted his head. "I happen to be a very funny man…are you on drugs?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "Oh, well I am. They're yummy…" House replied.

"That's…" Dr. Sanders closed her eyes and looked down at the ground. "Now I have a headache," she finished.

"You need aspirin?" Cameron questioned. "No, just make it stop talking…" she said, referring to Dr. House.

Before House could reply, there was a knock on his office door. A women with soft brown hair and green eyes walked in. She was tan, and looked like she could have been a model.

"Hi. I'm looking for a Dr. House…he's supposed to be my doctor for my follow up," she said.

"I'm Dr. House, that's me!" House said, with enthusiasm. She smiled flirtatiously at him.

Dr. Foreman looked around awkwardly. "Um…Chase and Cameron, come with me to get a sample of Kimberly's blood…" he said, motioning for them to follow.

Once they had left, Dr. Sanders looked at the girl. She was hit with an idea, and she smirked at her opportunity.

"You know what? Dr. House actually just took some pills recently. I think I'd feel safer with me doing your follow up," Dr. Sanders suggested.

The girl's smile faded slightly.

"Don't listen to her," Dr. House cut in.

"Why, Dr. House…I would hate to see those drugs cloud your vision and make you think that her head is her foot or her nose is her ear…" Dr. Sanders stated.

The girl's eyes widened slightly. "Okay, I'd prefer you then. I'll meet you in the exam room…" she said, before walking out.

As soon as she left, Dr. House and Dr. Sanders turned to face each other, slowly. For a second they just stared at each other. "Thought you had a headache…" he stated.

"Oops…" Dr. Sanders said, throwing in a fake gasp.

"First, you steal my cane…now your going to steal my patients?" he asked.

"Only the ones I know you like," she replied. House sighed, and stepped closer to her.

"Okay, you know what? Why don't we discuss the real issue here. Either we have the sex that I know we both want or we can keep playing these little games until one of us cracks. Your choice," House said, with a smirk.

"Hmm…sex with…you? I think I'd get more of a thrill by leaning against my kitchen table," Dr. Sanders retorted, before walking away.

"Wow. That is…wow. That just completely destroyed my manhood…" Dr. House replied, watching her.

"Manhood? What manhood? I'm a dangerous person, Greg. Trust me, you don't want to cross me…" she said, before walking out of the office.

House smiled to himself, and began to walk towards the nurses station. "Hi…Dr. Sanders asked me to get her some…lady things from her locker, but she's with a patient and she forgot to give me the combination to her lock. Could you spare?" he asked.

"Surely," the nurse replied, turning away after blushing slightly. She couldn't even hide the crush she had on him. House smirked to himself.

"She is so going to get it now…" he muttered. The nurse handed him the slip of paper and he turned away and began to head towards the lockers.

"Nurses…" he said, shaking his head.