"Good morning to all you impotent Doctors. Are you ready to experience work at the only place who will hire you? What are we all talking about?" House tossed his stuff into his office on the lounge chair and limped over to the head of the table furthest from the door.

Ignoring the insult he gave all of them Taub who sat at his right clued him in. "Adams was just telling us," he motioned to Adams who sat across from Taub, and House swung his head to his left to look at her, "that she doesn't believe in sleeping with someone after three dates. She doesn't think that's enough time to get to know a person first."

Adams was trying to avoid House's analytical stare at her as he pondered the information he was just given. She sat scowling at Taub. "That's not what I meant." She looked over at House who looked back at her welcoming an explanation. "It's different if you just want sex. But, if you want a RELATIONSHIP with someone, then to get to that step, three dates doesn't seem like enough time before you do that."

She watched as House squinted his eyes at her, further into thought. "Why haven't I fired you yet?"

"I see her point," Park chimed in.

He gave Park a disgusted look that made her awkwardly look away. "How can you see her point? You are always here! There's no time for you to have all these dates that you claim you need which tells ME neither of you are getting any." He looked from Adams to Park who sat on opposite ends of the table from each other. "No wonder you two are so moody. The only way you can spend a considerable amount of time with a guy before you have sex with them is if he..." he paused when a thought popped in his head, "is here."

"I don't want to have sex with you," Adams retorted.

House sat back in his chair. "Innntteeerrreessstttiiinngg."

"What? That I say I don't want to have sex with you?"

"That you say me, when there are two other guys in this room. Although," he looked at Taub, "I do see how you don't want him. He's all used up with all the cheating he has done and has two babies with two different women. By the way, are they 18 yet?" Taub scowled at him and he looked at Chase. "But, CHASE. He seems like every woman's dream. But you target ME."

"I said you because I DON'T. I in no way said I do."

"By pointing out that you don't means you at least thought about it." House sat back up and looked Adams up and down.

"Stop it," she said annoyed, with House grinning.

"House," he turned and saw Cuddy standing in the doorway. "Can I see you a minute?"

"We're a little busy with our differential."

"Impressive. Since you don't even have a patient yet," she stated holding a file in the air.

Taub turned his head between the two of them, "Mom seems mad," he commented looking back at House who was fixated on Cuddy's expression. He blindly grabbed his cane, keeping his eyes on her and started walking toward her. "For the record, I don't want to sleep with you either," Taub added.

House glanced at him "you say that now." He looked back at Cuddy and they walked into the hall together, House closed the door for his team to not overhear their conversation.

"Am I going to have to deal with a sexual harassment case because of you?" Cuddy asked when he faced her.

He swung his body to look back at Adams. "No, not because of me. Although, I may have to file one BECAUSE of her." He saw her unamused expression. "I'm sorry. Are you upset because I haven't harassed you yet?" He leaned forward to look behind her then looked straight at her chest. "Your ass looks nice in that skirt, and I want to use your breasts for pillows during my afternoon nap." He looked at her with a smirk, "better?"

"No. Here's the file on your patient," he made a face at her serious manner and took it uninterested. "And, I came here to say that I'm sorry for freaking out at you this morning."

"It's fine."

They held eye contact for a couple seconds and House noticed she was holding another file. "Who's that for?"

"Wilson," she said looking down at it then back up at House. "I have to give it to him on my way back down to my office."

"So, you haven't TALKED to Wilson yet?" he looked down avoiding eye contact which told her there was a reason behind asking her and it didn't seem good for her.

"No. Why?" she started to sound nervous.

"I, may have told him that you slept on my couch last night."

"House! The whole reason why I went home and changed was to avoid anyone knowing!"

"Oh come on! You really think I wouldn't tell WILSON!" he motioned his left arm behind him in the direction of Wilson's office. He leaned forward to get his face closer to hers."It's not like anything happened. And you OWED me this! You told him about my LEG!"

He stood straight again and she twisted her mouth, in annoyance knowing he was right. "Fine. But no more! What happens with us, we HAVE to try and keep between us."

"Fine," he nodded his head. "And Wilson."

"House!"

"He's going to know anyway! He'll drag it out of one of us."

She scoffed, "more like you'll just volunteer the information to him," she commented, clearly irritated.

"Maybe," she walked around him to go to Wilson's office and he turned around to watch her go.

"You can save your awkward looks, I know you know. House already told me he told you, and nothing happened." Cuddy closed the door behind her after letting herself in and put the file down on his desk and sat on his couch, looking at him for the first time and seeing an impressed expression across his face.

"Did you want anything to happen?"

She made a face at him. "It's just like you to ask that question."

"And it's just like YOU to go around answering it."

"Maybe...I don't know."

"Did you think about it at all?"

"I was in his place! The thought MAY have crossed my mind," she shifted uncomfortably on his couch, as a hint to him to drop it.

"What's this?" he picked up the file and opened it.

"It's a 40 year old woman. She was diagnosed with stomach cancer and wants you to look at her. She doesn't trust her own Doctor."

"Who diagnosed her?" he lifted his eyes off the file and on to her.

"Yeah. She wants your opinion, and if you agree with the diagnosis, she wants you to treat her."

"Okay," he closed the file, put it down and looked at her.

"Should I be at all concerned that House is..joking? Being his inappropriate self with me?"

Wilson's eyes widened. "He's talking. That's what you wanted wasn't it?"

"Talking, yes. But...not like this."

"But, Cuddy, he IS talking. He's not walking away from you anymore, right?"

"No, not just now. But, I can't help but think he's being inappropriate so he doesn't have to talk about things that MATTER. He's hiding behind what he's saying," she paused. "I don't want THAT."

Wilson looked down, knowing what she means. He silently hoped that isn't what House is doing. She sat there for another minute then stood up. "I should get back to work," and she walked out of his office...