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This wasn't high school, but by the way Cuddy and Thirteen were avoiding one another and Thirteen giving the cold shoulder when they passed one another in the hall, it might as well be. Forget the fact that they were two grown women in top professions. If anyone saw this and knew what it was about, they would definitely frown upon it. Everyone except for House, that is. He got a kick out of it.

"I heard that Cuddy sucks in bed, is that true? Or does she bite? Wow, that could so go both ways."

"House, I'm not in the mood for your euphemisms right now," Thirteen said, making it look very obvious she was side glancing out to the hallway after watching Cuddy walk by House's outer office. She had her hand up at the side of her face so it could hide her being noticeable, but it didn't work. As any high schooler would know, it screams being obvious and not discreet by any means.

"Wow, Cuddy looked hurt," House said, leaning up against the table and crossing his legs at the ankles. "I feel bad for her."

His tone showed he didn't.

"Of course now that she has some psycho that wants her dead, well I think I'd be fleeing the scene. You're an idiot."

"Oh right, like it's my fault Lexi decides to sabotage my dates. How was I supposed to know that?" Thirteen asked, reaching for her coffee mug on the table. Taub and Kutner exchanged expressionless glances. Foreman was the only one who showed his concern by facially expressing it that way.

"No, I meant you're an idiot for dating idiots. Only you would draw to you some idiot psycho. Where do you meet these people anyway?"

"House, this is hard enough on me as it is."

House scoffed. "Hard on you? What do you have to worry about? Your moron ex is after Cuddy, not you. You're not the one who has to look over their shoulder every time you let out a breath, wondering if it will be your last."

"Aren't you overreacting a little?" Foreman piped up.
All eyes were on him.

"You think I'm lying?" House sounded insulted, but it was only sarcasm. "Since when do I lie?"

"Since when don't you?" Thirteen countered.

House smirked at her. "Nice."

"Just let go on my personal life. Lexi won't touch your precious Lisa," Thirteen spat, having a bit of an attitude in that last sentence.

House chuckled at that. "The only reason I want her around is so I don't have to manipulate some future Dean of Medicine with a stick up his ass."

Just then, Cameron threw herself into the room, catching her breath as if she ran the whole way. By the looks of it, she has. "Your patient is in cardiac arrest."

"We do have pagers, you know," House said, tapping his pocket.

"I tried. None of you were answering."

Everyone felt their pockets and looked around their area, all puzzled.

"My pager is gone," Kutner said.

"Mine, too," Taub added.

So was Thirteen's, Foreman's, and House's as well.

"I just had it ten minutes ago," Taub said, rushing with the team to ICU.

"Lexi's trying to kill my patient," House said.

Thirteen sent a frown in his direction. "Real nice, House. You can't blame her for everything that goes wrong. Cardiac arrest kills 200,000 to 300,000 people a year."

"There's nothing to indicate why our patient would go into cardiac arrest. She has liver damage due to malnutrition. How long has she been like this?"

"Three minutes," Cameron said, rushing with them.

"Great. After five, she becomes a vegetable if she doesn't come out of this."

They arrived at the ICU. An entire team was working on controlling the young girl's cardiac arrest. The one watching the clock while giving CPR alerted everyone that they had only one more minute until there could be permanent brain damage if they couldn't get the blood flowing.

"What medications was she given?" House asked over the bustling.

"Five milligrams of lidocaine," someone answered him.

That wasn't enough. House's fellows knew that. The first one to make a move was Thirteen. She opened a few drawers that contained vials and needles until she came upon what she was looking for. By now, the patient was approaching four and a half minutes. Thirteen administered atrophine to smooth down the muscles and then glued her eyes to the monitor, hoping to see a change. It was a bit of a shot in the dark, but she wasn't sure what else to do. It was completely foolish to think that Lexi had anything to do with their pagers missing and their patient suddenly falling into cardiac arrest, but her mind wouldn't let her leave that thought. It was also clouding her better judgment.

"Four minutes and forty five seconds!" came the timekeeper.

House rushed over to the drawer and hastily fished through the syringes. "What were you thinking?" he scolded Thirteen. "Atrophine doesn't do anything in this situation!"

"It relaxes the muscles!" Thirteen defended.

"Can that wait until later?" Cameron asked, speaking of their bickering. "She has seven seconds, House."

"Oh that's only an estimation," he said, filling his syringe with ephinephrine.

"House, that could kill her," Kutner informed, eyes widening.

"Four more seconds and she'll already be there," he said, not taking any chances. They had to get her heart going.

Right after House injected his patient with the ephinephrine, the heart monitor came to life again. The team relaxed and got the patient back into normal sinus rhythm. No one was positive on what caused the patient to slip into cardiac arrest with no former symptoms or indications. It was a mystery to them, but at least she would be okay now and monitored closer until her discharge.

"Your girlfriend is a real piece of work," House said, walking with his team back to the office.

"And you're really sad for blaming this on someone, specifically Lexi, when you know she couldn't set foot in this hospital without being noticed, especially now after she already came in once to talk to Cuddy. Security has her picture."

"Okay, well about Cuddy? She has perfect reasoning to steal your pager and try to get even."

"House, that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Cuddy would not risk a patient's life just to get even with someone. Actually, forget trying to get even. She wouldn't even hold a grudge for more than a minute. I would blame Lexi before I blamed Cuddy."

"Ooh you're calling her Cuddy again. How dramatic," House teased.

"Okay, guys, how about this—we don't blame anyone and we stop the bickering," Foreman said, growing tired of this foolishness. He didn't like high school and certainly didn't want to relive it. "It was nature taking its course."

"Without prior conditions?" House said doubtfully.

"It's been known to happen. Maybe she was allergic to something we gave her here. You never know. And I'm sorry but no one can waltz into this hospital and suddenly give a patient cardiac arrest. At least no one who doesn't know what they're doing. Plus, her room is being watched. I think someone would be notified if any unauthorized personnel visited her."

"Has she had any guests recently?" Kutner asked.

"Kutner!" Thirteen scolded.

"Just asking…jeez," he murmured.

"Just drop it. All of you. Lexi doesn't have the balls to hurt anyone. She's all talk and no walk."

If they stuck around long enough, they would see a certain blonde come from around the corner, holding an empty syringe.

"All talk and no walk, huh? We'll see about that."

The empty syringe was tossed into the nearest trash bin. Now it was time to go pay the lovely Dean of Medicine a visit.

Discreetly, of course.

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I don't have the next part written yet, so it would be nice to get some ideas flowing! Help me, guys! Of course, it's strictly optional :) Thanks for reading! :)