A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took so long to post this chapter. it was just a hectic week with school and stuff. I really really really hope that you like what I have coming up later, and I really really really hope that you not only keep reading but also reply. You have no idea how many times a day I think about reading what you people have said about my work. I promise I'll finish each story! I just don't know how long it'll take...- luv B-ooth4ever
House of Bones chapter 6. New Questions
Dr. Lance Sweets sent a glare to the agent looming over him. Not liking where the conversation was going the young psychologist decided to take matters into his own hands. "So Dr. House, could you tell us how you knew the victim?"
"What makes you think I knew her?" The suspect asked defiantly.
"Dr. Sweets it is unrealistic to presume that Dr. House knew our victim based solely upon the knowledge that they happened to work in the same hospital." Dr. Brennan added scoldingly.
House gave her a sly smile. "Thanks doctor hottie, and yeah it's a mistake that lots of people make. Its just that all of the people that think like that are obviously idiots. Sorry that you had to find out that way."
Sweets could feel the direction of the whole interrogation bending to the will of the man he had taken a great disliking too. A sigh was the only way he could express it in his current situation which didn't suit him at all. It's guys like House that make me want to scream. He thought to himself.
"Anything else you would like to add before you leave Dr. House?" Lance questioned his own sanity for a moment but made the decision to ask the question anyway. What could it hurt...
Surprised, the aging diagnostician leaned back in his chair and scoffed at the trio. "Sure I've got something else to say. You amuse me. Oh, and I also knew the victim very closely." He drug out the vowels of his words and smirked at them. "Consider me your top suspect." The rest of the conversation was consisted of Booth asking questions that were never answered and House demanding, very sarcastically, a lawyer.
Booth had stared at House for a moment, wondering if he had heard right. This man, who had everything to lose, was trying to make himself seem like a murder suspect for a thrill? What the hell? An argument was going on in his head when the thick sound proof door violently swung open.
House was on in feet and limping to the open doorway before anyone could stop him. "There's my get out of jail free card! Nice knowing ya!" He dashed around the woman without giving anyone a second glance and then he was gone. They all stared, astonished.
"Sorry about that. I'm Dr. Lisa Cuddy by the way. I'm House's boss." She walked up to Booth and extended her hand in what seemed like a friendly greeting. The agent hesitantly took it.
"What's he going to do now?" Booth wanted to know. Better know where to find him when I need to arrest the bastard.
"He's going to check on his patient. The boy might die if House isn't there to help figure out what's wrong with him." Dr. Cuddy gave Booth the truth. Plain and simple, which almost gave him a heart attack.
"You're going to let him go to work when he's the prime suspect in a murder investigation?!"
Not bothered by his sudden outburst Cuddy just shrugged. "Like I said, if he's not there the kid's going to die." That apparently was the end to their conversation because as she was saying it Dr. Cuddy turned on her very expensive heals and walked out of the room.
(--)
Leading his friends from the interrogation room Booth rubbed his temples. "Well that was a whole hell of a waste of time!"
"No need to worry Agent Booth, I'm sure that everything will be fine."
"Sure. No doubt about it."
They rounded another corner, nearly missing being trampled by rushed agents trying to get by. Working their way to DeLuca's office they could hear the agent yelling from down the hall. When the three of them strolled gingerly and quietly into the room Brennan noticed that he was yelling at someone over the phone. The man was clearly frustrated, working a stressful job had that effect on people. After giving a few farewell snaps at the person on the other end of the conversation DeLuca smashed his phone closed and turned to Booth and Brennan.
"Tough day DeLuca?" Booth understood what it was like to feel frustrated at not being able to catch a killer fast enough.
"Something like that." He sank roughly into his uncomfortable computer chair, for he had been pacing while on the phone. "What can I do for you Agent Booth?"
"Well first off I just wanted to ask if you had a team searching Jarika Stanton's apartment."
DeLuca thought for a moment. "No I don't think so. You think there might be clues there?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll get a team right on it. Anything else?"
"Yeah, um, got any more suspects?" Booth was itching to get into another interrogation. The last one didn't go as planned and he wanted to make up for it, but the confused expression from the other agent told him he would have to wait, and waiting was not what he wanted to do.
"Sorry Booth. A few minutes ago a lady with high level clearence came and sprang all of our suspects from the case. Told me that they had 'work' to do."
Booth's gut told him there was a connection to House. Might as well try. "Was her name Lisa Cuddy."
"Actually... Yeah... How'd you know?"
But the last part of his question fell on deaf ears as Booth stormed out of the room and started to make his way once more threw the chaos.
(--)
Temperance Brennan knew where they were going, Sweets however, didn't. The young doctor was wearing her patience thin. He had been continuously asking what she considered pointless questions for as long as they had been driving. All the rambling had started when they exited the building.
"Agent Booth? Where are we going? Booth?" Brennan had watched as the younger man ran to catch up with their determined strides. He finally reached them as the two were climbing into their own respective sides of the SUV.
They were now pulling into the Prinston-Plansburo parking lot. The hospital itself had an immense exterior and Brennan found herself quietly comparing it to the size of her beloved Jeffersonian, it made her almost giddy when she realized that her precious museum was bigger.
They entered through a set of glass doors and inside the lobby everything seemed to be set ablaze. Windows and glass covered every possible surface, including where Booth was headed. Brennan watched as her partner threw open several sets of doors and ignored a secretary to get to an office. Finding a space where his broad shoulders didn't block, Brennan looked over and saw Dr. Lisa Cuddy shuffling papers. She hadn't even lifted her head at their stormy entrance. They stood there, in the middle of the room until she had finished signing a few documents.
"The angry child act won't work on me Agent Booth." She told him sternly as she rested her elbows on the desktop. "I should know because I have to deal with one every day, and he isn't going to be growing up anytime soon."
Suddenly Brennan found her feet moving seemingly on their own and soon she found herself plopping her very well toned muscles down on one of the two chairs in front of the hospital administrator.
"I, giving my own professional opinion, believe that Dr. House is far from being eligible to practise medicine." The statement had just spilled out and Brennan mentally chided herself for not thinking about how to rephrase it in 'Booth speak' so that it didn't sound so cold. Although at that particular point in time she had no idea what phrase to use.
Looking up at the woman infront of her Brennan noticed that a smirk was spreading across the doctor's face. "Don't I know it! That man is a pain in the ass, no, more than a pain in the ass. But he's the best damn doctor I've got in this hospital."
Processing her reaction Brennan spilled out another comment. "That still doesn't justify endangering other patients with a criminal."
Temperance felt Dr. Cuddy watching her, slowly weighing her options. When she made her decision she informed her guests. "If it makes you feel any better you can go and check on him if you want. But if you find him tell a man named Taub that I want to see him."
Brennan kept her mouth firmly closed as she mentally wrote down the location of Dr. House's department.
(--)
Dr. Gregory House could have felt them coming a mile away. Their shouts in the hallway disrupted his precious porn time. He grunted to himself as he shut off his computer and lifted his bum leg to stand. The pain that made him twinge caused his arm to subconsciously grab his vicodin bottle. He popped one into his mouth knowing that when they were around he couldn't have one whenever he wanted it. And by the sound of their bickering he knew he would need a fix now more than ever.
After dry swallowing he cleared his throat, gathering the attention of his underlings. "Alright chickadee's we're in for a treat. Make sure to play nice with the new kids." He added a cheeky smile, knowing that they would question him if he let the conversation drop. Instead he leaned his cane onto the dry erase board and started writing down the symptoms of their current patient.
"Cardiac arrest, kidney failure, seeping goo from the skin-" He was about to read off another symptom when Dr. Lawrence Kutner interupted him.
"Um, House? The skin ulcers aren't seeping goo, and why are we working? You told us that we could have a half hour break just five minutes ago."
Stupid Indian kid. House thought to himself. Why can't he ever just play along. "Whatever I said earlier doesn't apply when I take it back, now, any ideas brilliant ones?"
As his ducklings started rambling off names of diseases that could be congruent with their case House let his mind wander. It had only been, at most, thirty seconds since he had gotten off his computer but his leg was already starting to hurt. Waiting wasn't something he liked to do, thankfully not a few moments later his new favorite couple rounded the corner, followed by their own duckling.
House smiled to himself as they entered the break room, he watched as the partners both stopped at the same time but their annoying friend started to speak. It made him laugh on the inside when he caught sight of Agent Booth telling the psychologist to 'shut it'. He watched for a moment more then he jumped back into the conversation, trying to play it cool so that they wouldn't notice his scheming. "What other symptoms did he present in the last hour?"
Dr. Chris Taub spoke up this time. "The leasions across his abdomin have spread, I think it could be Basal Cell Carcinoma."
Remy Hadley, otherwise known as Thirteen, let out a snort. "You think the kid has skin cancer? His symptoms point to Calciphylaxis."
Greg took a deep breath and carefully stole another glance around the room at the people looking at him. "Sounds good. Find Foreman and start the kid on the supplements. Make sure they get a biopsy to confirm."
The doctors gathered up their papers and files and mechanically stalked out of the room in single file. Each stealling a glance at their unexpected guests. When they were gone House set his gag into motion. Limping over to the chair in front of him he plopped down in a very unprofessional manner and smirked at them.
"Haven't gotten enough of me yet? 'Cause I've only had a three way before, anymore that want to join I might need some notice in advance." Their faces were priceless. The shrink was quietly trying to contain a laugh behind the two in front of him. The pretty little doctor was purely and innocently confused, on the other hand the g-man looked beyond pissed.
"Sweets, quit laughing." His voice was a growl and it surprised both House and the doc that the agent could tell he was laughing, even though no sound could be heard. Pretty scary. House thought in his mind. Better stay away from him. Least to say the 'shrink' shrunk behind the bigger man.
House waited, trying to stay patient, as the FBI man stood and calmed himself. Agent Booth stole a glance at his partner and they smiled at each other, no words needed, it calmed the air around them in a split second. The strange thing was that as soon as their gaze broke Dr. Brennan wrapped her arms around her midsection. The realization dawned on House after a moment and he grinned. Interesting...
"Sooo, Dr. B, how far along are you?" His question was right on the money, her head snapped in his direction and at first she sneered at him, then as her face softened she calmly smiled, looking down at her flat stomach.
"Twelve weeks." She let slip from her lips. The statement was full of love and endearment, things that House stayed away from.
"Aw Bones! You aren't supposed to tell people yet!" Booth raised his hand and smacked his forehead with his palm. He's the father, no doubt about it.
The new addition to his little game was going to be interesting and House wanted to make sure he knew all the facts before he started to play. "You're the father aren't you G-man?"
Dr. Sweets, whom House had despised immediately shouted, from behind them. "Dr. Brennan is pregnant?!"
The doctor in question turned around and glared at the younger man. "Yes, Sweets. As we have already suggested. It isn't that hard to figure out."
"Um, Yeah it is! You aren't even showing yet, why in the world would I assume that you're pregnant?" His voice was lined with a touch of hysteria and disbelief.
"Well, Booth and I have been together for quite some time and I've already made it clear that I wanted a child. It's the rational decision to make this the next step in our relationship."
Sweets shook his head and sank down into the chair next to him. House get out a low cackle, it was extremely entertaining to watch the shrink squirm.
The three other people in the room watched the young man take a deep breath to calm himself. "Dr. Brennan, normally in a relationship people consider marriage before they decide to procreate. We need to discuss this. I would like to schedule another appointment with you two to talk things over."
"Sweets we don't need your psyco babble shit. We know what we're doing, right Bones?" Booth growled at the doctor. Looking to his partner he saw that he had her full support.
Frustrated and tired of arguing with the couple who would most likely not recall their decision Sweets remained silent and let his patients turn back to their original target.
