"I'm starting to think that you actually want to sleep with me." she said.
"No Cuddy, I don't want to sleep with my boss. What ever made you think that I would ever want to do a psychotic bitch of an administrator with a killer body and an undeniable attraction to me?" Cuddy sighed. This conversation was going nowhere. At least not anywhere she wanted it to go.
"Can you please stop half-heartedly pursuing me? Because I really don't have time to figure out whether or not you're being serious. I have things to do. My job doesn't consist of skipping clinic duty, sitting in my office waiting for my weekly case, and drinking myself to a stupor in front of my piano every night. I actually know what I want to do with the rest of my life, and I know it's not chasing after some pill popping misanthropic doctor that I was in love with twenty years ago." Damn. That was a little more than she had wanted to say. Actually, a lot more than what she wanted to say. Cuddy hadn't even been aware half that stuff was on her mind.
House was silent. She didn't look at him, not wanting to see what expression he had plastered on his ridiculously handsome face. He was probably telling himself that she wasn't serious, or that she didn't matter to him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.
"You were in love with me?" He turned toward her, and looked into her eyes. For once, his weren't filled with contempt, or any of the other emotions she was used to seeing on the rare occasion she stared into his brilliant blue eyes.
"Yeah." She heard her voice crack slightly. What was wrong with her? "Twenty years ago." They had dated, when they were in med school, and she had been completely infatuated with him. Part of her knew that she was still infatuated.
"And you're still in love with me."
"And what would make you think that?"
"Like I said, only reason you would have brought me instead of Wilson."
"I didn't bring Wilson because he had a Very Important Date with a certain woman from accounting, not because of my unrequited love for you."
"So you admit you have unrequited love for me?"
"House, we're almost there, can we please end this conversation?" The taxi slowed down and pulled over in front of the Jeffersonian. House grinned at her before opening the door and getting out.
"Fine." He offered his hand again, and she took it reluctantly. "But you never actually said you weren't in love with me." Cuddy didn't reply. Why did he pick today, of all days, to be so infuriating and annoyingly accurate? She really didn't want to have the relationship talk with him before going in to be interrogated about a murder. It was ridiculous. She kept walking, determined not to look at him.