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Chapter 11

Casey doesn't wake up slowly, as she would have liked. Instead she is shaken awake by a hand that is attached to a face with vivid blue eyes. House.

"G'way." She mumbles "Tlk t'me laer"

"She's worse than me in the mornings," House says over his shoulder. Reluctantly, Casey opens her eyes.

There are three other people in the room. House, Wilson, and a woman with frizzy dark hair and glasses.

"Good morning!" House says. Loudly. On purpose "you have a head-shrinking session...right about now actually,

Casey rolls her eyes. "M'awake," she mutters.

The woman starts to speak. Slowly, clearly. "Hi Casey. I'm Dr. Stone. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Are you ok with that?"

"Well you're gonna ask whether I'm ok with it or not so..." Casey replies

"No, this session is entirely on your terms –"

"But I say you don't get your keyboard back until you do at least one," House interrupts.

Stone turns to look at him "Dr. House, if you insist on being present here, I'll have to ask you to be quiet." She turns back to Casey. "Now, where were we? Do you blame yourself for the death of your family?"

Casey matches her tone. "That," she says "Would be stupid," She gives Stone a sickly-sweet smile.

"Why weren't you there? Why weren't you on that plane?"

"Can we just say I did the session? You can sign the forms, and –"

"Still here!" House chimes. "You're not going anywhere until you've finished!"

"Dr House-"

"Alright, Alright. I'm leaving. Wilson, you're taping this, right?"

"That seriously violates-" Stone's face is getting redder by the minute.

"I really don't give a shit. Wilson can give the tape to House and broadcast it on the radio for all I care. Can we just get on with it?" Casey's fed up with this woman "Can you leave now?"

"Did you argue with your family? Is that why you weren't there? Do you think you should've died too?"

"Yes. Yes. No. You're not a very good psychiatrist are you? You ask me yes or no questions, three at a time, and expect to find something out!"

Through the window of Casey's room, House watches her. She's gesturing crazily with her hands, looking angry, pointing that Stone should leave.

Back inside, Stone gives an exasperated wave of her hands and storms out, lab coat billowing behind her. She sees House there in the corridor.

"You!" She hisses "She's just like-like you! Find another psychiatrist or send her home. I'm not treating her."

House smiles. He's never liked Stone.

"Were you really taping that?" Casey asks.

Wilson feels in his pocket and takes out House's tape recorder. "I guess so,"

Casey sniggers.

"What?" Wilson raises an eyebrow at her "What?" He follows her line of sight and sees House on the other side of the glass, saying (though Wilson can only read his lips) 'Dreams, hopes and aspirations. Earrings, shoes'

Casey raises her eyebrows "Last guy tried that particular technique ended up with the drink he brought me staining the front of his shirt." She flashes him a smile, dazzling, but only for a second.

Wilson smiles back, the same split-second grin. "Just so you know, I don't ask every pretty young woman who gets treated here, but would you - like to- I mean when you're out of here –"

Casey cuts him off "Ok," she says simply.

"How many times have you done that exactly?" House asks increduously.

"House, I'm not telling you how many times I've asked a woman out. No matter what the number is you'll find some way to mock me about it."

"It was rhetorical. I was making the point that for someone who's done half the nurses, you're truly dreadful at asking anyone out,"

Wilson sighs. "I'm not usually in that situation,"

"Of course. They usually want you. You just want to be 'friends', right?"

Wilson looks at him. "Why do we have this conversation every time you think I might be heading towards a relationship?"

"Because...it's fun." House quips. But more importantly because you and I both know how this will end. Beer, TV and my couch and you being hurt. Again.

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--CBT