Chapter 8

House and Wilson were standing by the nurses' station talking when House noticed Cuddy and Harrington walking down the corridor near them. House turned to watch them and loudly started quoting to Wilson in the best valley girl expression that he could muster, "Oh my god Wilson! Look at their butts. They are so big. They look like those rap guys girlfriends. Who understands those rap guys? They only talk to them because they look like total prostitutes. I mean look at their butts. They are so big. They're just out there. I mean it's gross. Look, they are just so black!"

While House was reciting this with a smirk, Cuddy, Harrington and the rest of the people around him started to stare. Wilson looked embarrassed and tried to get House to stop. Cuddy and Harrington gave him dirty and annoyed looks while walking toward him. Cuddy got in his face and stated, "You need to stop disrupting hospital business with these asinine outbursts. It distracts the staff and upsets the patients." House just smirked at her and then looked at Harrington saying, "What no smart comeback? Are you loosing your touch already?"

"Actually I was just thinking. Thinking that you of all people definitely know what a prostitute looks like. But wouldn't it put a cramp in your home life if they knew you were talking about them in such a fashion? You wouldn't want to loose your only way to get some lovin'."

"Nah, they are extremely professional. They don't put their personal feelings into our business." House replied rudely.

Harrington just rolled her eyes and turned to Cuddy, "I'll get to the lab and get the tests done for you. I'll bring you the results once I get them."

"That sounds good. Thank you." Cuddy gave them all a nod and continued to her office.

Harrington nodded goodbye back to Cuddy and turned to Wilson. "I'll see you at lunch?"

"Yes, I'll save us a table and bring the files." Wilson confirmed.

"Wow Jimmy boy, you are working fast on this one. Only a week and you have a date. At this rate, you'll be married and divorced within the month." House said slyly.

Wilson rolled his eyes and told House, "We are discussing a case. It's strictly professional. Not that it's any of your business."

"Whatever" responded House in his valley girl expression.

Harrington looked at him in disgust and asked, "Isn't it about time that you grew up?"

"Isn't it about time you take some Midol? And aren't you afraid that your face will get stuck in that expression?"

Harrington just glared at House and then said good bye to Wilson and pivoted on her heel and stalked off down the corridor to the labs.

"You really do have such a lovely knack for making new staff feel welcome. She's right you know. Isn't about time you grew up?" Wilson said, also taking his leave.

House was left watching them walk away from him. He just shook his head, said "Whatever" to himself and continued onto his office to see what his ducklings were up to, hoping that it would be something interesting.