She's been watching them for some days now.
She was happy that there was another female in the team.
They liked each other, and Hannah gave her the chance to do some really important research, even offered her to coauthor some papers on the role of cytokines in cell development.
She was surprised that House let her.
She was surprised making an appointment with a colleague to go shopping. She hadn't done that in years, they were all girly talk, and she liked it.
She should have seen it the day she had been introduced to them when House told her his first name.
He was leading her to the buffet, shoving them into the crowd.
She could see his hand on her waist… it was easy to make her out, being the only colored spot in a crowd of black. They had picked out their dresses together, hers perfectly matching her hair, while Cameron had chosen one in dark red.
He turned his head towards her, his hand not leaving her waist and she stuck something into his mouth, he smiled at her while he chewed.
He looked happy.
With a sigh she turned around to Chase and smiled at him.
"One hell of a game", he stated oblivious to the strange actions of their boss.
"Do you want to drink something?" she asked him, still smiling.
She's been watching them for some days now.
To be exact, she was watching him.
He'd changed his behavior.
Not the being grumpy and rough to clinic-patients or stuff, not the only one critic patient at a time rule.
He was actually doing his work.
She wondered how long he would be like that, when he came out of the crowd around the buffet, with her holding two plates.
He was looking around for a table, and when he saw that all were occupied made his "Come on" gesture with his cane towards the elevator.
She couldn't help but follow them
She stopped at a corner from where she could look into his office and thought they wouldn't see her.
Hannah was sitting on his desk, eating her food, with him loungeing in his chair, feet popped up on the desk, grin on his face.
She was wondering what was going on.
House never felt comfortable with someone else, that was something she had learned even before he was hurt.
Even Stacy had freaked out him every few days, finally destroying their relationship, making him even more bitter.
Finally Lisa Cuddy turned around to leave the two of them alone.
He seemed happy at the moment.
He should enjoy it…
"Is she finally gone?" He was too lazy to get up from his chair and put his empty plate down on the floor.
"I think so." She didn't move, her long legs dangling from his desk.
"Maybe you should take a look."
"Maybe I should stay where I am. I just realized that I had 4 vodka martinis down there…"
She was wondering how in the films they were able to stay straight after two gallons of whiskey in such a poker party.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her softly.
"Are you going to take advantage of a tipsy girl, Mr. Bond?" she smiled while she leaned her head against his shoulder and opened his fly.
He caught her fingers and kissed them lightly.
"Yep."
Then he shoved her off his lap and stood up.
"But first I'm going to win my money back!"