A/N: I'm going to be wrapping this up soon. I have too many things in the works and I don't want this to go unfinished. Thanks goes out to Arctichamster and PurplemintPatty for their help :)
Chapter Nine
Laynie came by the clinic on her lunch break on Monday but House wasn't working.
"Are you Detective Laynie Kimbrell?" The on-duty nurse asked her.
"Yes."
"Dr. House is waiting for you in his office. He's busy with a patient and can't work in the clinic today."
"Oh, maybe I should come back another day?"
"No, he was quite adamant that you see him. Take the elevator to the fourth floor and his office is down the hall on the right."
"Okay, thanks."
She went up to the fourth floor and saw a group of doctors in white lab coats quickly leaving an office and heard House yelling "and don't come back until you've figured it out!"
When he turned and saw her, he gestured for her to come in. "Come on," he said as he held the door open.
"Is this a bad time?" she asked, looking warily at him. He looked exhausted, worse than she'd ever seen, and he was leaning heavily on his cane.
"It's fine. I'm not doing anything right now since we lost the patient. Come on in, I have all the stuff we need. I've already drawn mine, and it'll take just a second for me to draw yours."
She froze. "Whoa wait, you're going to do it?"
House rolled his eyes. "I am a doctor. I've done this before, you know." Seeing her look of fear, he sighed. "What? You have a fear of needles?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Bad experience with a new lab tech when I was twelve. I guess I never got over it."
"I can get an actual lab tech in here but who knows how long that'll take, or I can have you out of here in two minutes. You must be on your lunch break."
"Yeah."
"Right, so sit down and let's do this." Then he gave her one of his sexiest smiles. "I promise I'll be gentle."
She sat nervously and watched him label a couple of vials. "I'm just going to run a few extra tests. I'm sure they'll come back fine, it's just peace of mind for both of us. Make a fist."
She immediately tensed up when he wrapped the elastic around her arm. After poking around with his finger and coming up short, he sighed. "You've got small veins, which means...I need a smaller needle." He rummaged in the container behind him and grabbed a "butterfly" needle which looked more like a pin at the end of a rubber shaped butterfly, and had a small tube attached which led to the vial. "We usually don't use these on adults, but for you, it'll be easier. Okay, tiny pinch," he said and inserted the needle. He found a small vein right off the bat and noticed that she was still tense. "You can relax your hand now," he chuckled as he pulled out one vial and replaced it with another. Once it was filled, he carefully extracted the needle and placed a cotton swab over the puncture. "Hold that down for a few minutes. I'll be right back."
He grabbed a passing nurse walking by in the hall and handed her the vials. And when he returned, he took the cotton ball away and placed a tiny round band-aid.
"There. Good girl," he smirked as he reached into his pocket and produced a cherry lollipop.
She smirked back but took the wrapping off and shoved it in her mouth.
"Did that hurt?" he asked her.
"No, actually. I'm leaning toward a doctor/patient role play sometime. Bring a lab coat home, we'll see how it goes."
House rolled his eyes. "But it itches."
She smiled at him as she got up. "You won't be wearing it long, Dr. House." She leaned over, kissed his cheek and started to walk out. "Come over after work, when you get the results. Thanks for the lollipop," she called over her shoulder, and then she was gone.
XXX
House knocked on Laynie's door when he arrived at the apartment and she answered it with her usual smile.
"You're early. It's only five."
"Patient's dead. No reason to stay any longer than I had to. And I'm hungry."
"Well, lucky for you dinner's almost ready."
She looked him up and down approvingly, like he was an item on the menu, taking in the white lab coat, which looked a little too new to be his.
"Is that yours?" she asked, as she ran her fingers over the lapel.
"It is. I just never wear it because, like I said earlier, it itches."
"I like it. It looks good on you. Very distinguished, even though it doesn't suit your personality."
"Another reason why I don't wear it. Too stiff."
Laynie smiled and placed both her hands on his chest. "Want a beer?"
"I'd love one. How was work?"
"Boring. I had to do a lot of reports today. Took forever but I got em done with little interruptions. What happened with your patient?"
"He came to us too late to save him. The treatment didn't have a chance. Speaking of patients, here," he said as he handed her an envelope which wasn't sealed.
"Yours and my lab results. We're in the clear to ride bareback."
She looked over the results from both their tests and smiled before handing them back. "Well that's one less obstacle," she said as she moved around the kitchen looking for a beer glass. She grabbed the one on the top shelf but it slipped out of her fingers and fell to the floor, smashing in a hundred little pieces. "Shit!" she hissed and immediately got down to try and gather the bigger pieces. As she moved forward to gather more, she heard a crunching sound and felt immediate pain in her knee. "Paging Dr. House!" she called out as she sat back and examined her knee. Blood was seeping through the fabric of her jeans from the piece of glass imbedded in it.
He stood in the kitchen doorway and looked at her. "What happened?"
"I had a little accident."
"Don't move," he said in a serious tone. "And don't touch anything. I'm going to get my medical bag. I'll be right back."
He quickly limped out of her apartment and went to his to grab his medical bag. Doing a quick check to make sure he had everything he might need, he returned.
"Where's the broom? We need to sweep up first."
She pointed to the closet. "In there." He stepped around the large shards, and helped her into the living room.
"I need to take the glass out and make sure there's no more in the cut. Brace yourself...this will pinch." He took a seat in front of her on the rolling ottoman and put on a pair of latex gloves. He then took the tweezers and removed the piece of glass as she hissed. "Now to get you out of those jeans," he said, looking at her with a wicked grin.
"Is that your professional opinion, Dr. House?" she said with a smirk.
"Yes."
When she went for her belt buckle he shoved her hands aside. "No, please, allow me. I'm a doctor."
She felt her heartbeat quicken as he unbuckled her belt, popped open the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. "Lift up," he ordered and then gently tugged them down her legs and tossed them aside. He examined the cut and nodded. "Yep, it's definitely going to need stitches." He began taking items out of his bag and laying them on the coffee table. Then he began to prepare a syringe with a local anesthetic.
"Do you really need that?" she asked, getting nervous.
He rolled his eyes at her. "Yes, I really need that. I have to numb the area first before I start poking around in there to make sure there's no more glass before I stitch you up. Unfortunately, I don't have the kind that dissolve by themselves so you'll have to come back in a couple of weeks to get them removed. No needles that time, I promise."
She gasped when he quickly injected a couple of spots and then stuffed the needle in a sharps container that he brought with him.
Once the area was numb, she sat back and watched him work. He was very serious, and also very quick and before long, he had the wound stitched up and a bandage put on.
"No getting it wet for a couple of days."
"Yes, doctor," she smiled.
He smiled back at her as he remained seated between her legs on an ottoman. He pulled off the latex gloves and tossed them into the nearby trashcan before placing his hands on her thighs and caressing them.
"No panties...naughty girl," he said with a sexy smile that made her heart immediately begin to beat faster. "How did I miss that when I was taking your jeans off?"
She reached out and ran her hand down his chest and stopped to unbuckle his belt. "You were focused on the task at hand and not on my pussy," she whispered as she pulled him close and kissed him. He kissed back with the same enthusiasm and groaned when she took his cock out and slowly began stroking it. It didn't take long before it was at full salute.
"Mmm...is that what it was?" he murmured against her lips as he slid his hand down between her legs to explore.
She grabbed the edges of the ottoman he was sitting on and pulled him closer so she could lean over and take him into her mouth without any hesitation.
"Oh yeah…." he groaned again and buried his hands in her hair as she took all of him in her very warm, wet mouth.
She licked and sucked him like there was nothing else she'd rather be doing, and House merely sat there and enjoyed the sensations that were coursing through his veins. Heat and fire burned through his whole body as he tried to control himself. God, but he wanted her. He missed seeing her. Missed touching her, kissing her, even just talking to her.
"Laynie…" he murmured as he tugged on her hair, brought her up and gave her a long, searing kiss as he pulled her onto his lap. Without a word, she took him in her hand and straddled him.
He tugged on the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Noting the blue push-up bra which made her breasts very tempting, he unclasped it at the front and they all but sprung free, allowing his mouth to fasten on her nipple.
"Greg...oh God…" she cried out as he held her against him, wrapping his arms around her as he slid inside of her.
"So good….so wet…." he whispered before latching onto the other nipple and gently tugging on it with his teeth.
"Yeah….feels so good...don't stop…" she gasped when he started to go deeper but kept his strokes slow and steady. His whiskers on her neck and throat drove her almost to the edge and back again. "Harder…."
He did as she asked and bucked his hips up into her while she slid down his length. She was practically bouncing on his lap and was a little worried about how his thigh would hold up but he wasn't complaining so she kept going. She was almost there….
Hearing House groan loud enough to wake the dead and feeling him shudder was enough to send her over the edge and she buried her face against his neck and held on for the ride. He gave a few more gentler thrusts for good measure but he didn't let go of her, keeping her close until they both recovered.
"How's your leg?" she murmured.
"It's okay, but you should probably get up or it will start to ache more than it already is. Gotta love endorphins," he chuckled as she stood up. "Knee still feel okay?"
"Yeah, it's a little stiff now. I tried not to bend it too much," she said with a coy smile.
House got up and reached for his cane. His leg wasn't aching too bad but he popped a couple of Vicodin just in case and followed Laynie to the kitchen.
"Dinner should be ready."
"What are we having?"
"Ribs and wild rice."
They ate dinner, House having seconds and then they relaxed in front of the TV afterwards.
"It's getting late," House said when the show ended. "I have to be up in the morning."
"Okay. Thanks for coming over and for….everything else," she smiled impishly. "I hate eating alone."
"It was good. Thanks. If you have any problems with the stitches be sure to come and see me."
"I will. G'night, House."
XXX
"What's with the limp?" Stuckey inquired the next day. "Is House rubbing off on you in more ways than one?"
Laynie glared back and Stuckey knew she'd gone too far with that comment. After all, it really was none of her business and while they were partners, they weren't BFF's. Stuckey learned that Laynie was a very private person, but sometimes she would share little tidbits of her personal life. However, she rarely spoke about House, which made Stuckey even more curious about their relationship, if they even had one. She could never be sure, as she never saw House since the night Laynie fell down the stairs.
"I cut myself, got a couple of stitches, so no chasing perps for me, because it hurts to do so."
"Gotcha. So what are we going to do?"
"I've got some shifts with PJ until I can get back to doing physical stuff again. You can join me if you want."
"Cool. I'm all over it."
"Good. Then grab your laptop and let's roll."
PJ was Laynie's code word for Perverted Justice. Only a select few knew that when she wasn't in her office, she was across town working in PJ's main building.
It was set up like a call center, except instead of phones, everyone was on a computer. And if a suspect wanted to see their quarry before meeting, to ensure that they were indeed going to meet the minor they thought they were talking to, there was a room set up like a bedroom that the young looking decoys used to make it seem like they were just kids going online from their bedrooms late at night.
Once Laynie was seated, she opened up her laptop and got to work.
