A/N: Fasten your seatbelts...it's gonna be a bumpy ride!

Chapter Fourteen : Doctor, Doctor

After meeting with the team and giving them orders for the patient, he gave his car keys to Chase.

"I need you to drive my car home for me. I'm taking Dr. Evans home in her car."

"Is she okay?" Cameron inquired. "I heard what happened."

"She'll be fine. I'm going to take her home and play doctor," he grinned with a wide-eyed excited expression that caused Cameron to blush and Foreman to roll his eyes.

He went back down to the locker room where Amanda sat. She looked sad, and he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, but the locker room was not the place to do it.

"Come on. Let's get out of here," he said as he picked up her box and carried it to her car.

"We're not going to my place?"

"Not tonight. I need to keep an eye on you and I have some things at my place that I need."

"What do you think's going to happen? I just hit my head. CT scan was clean."

"Doesn't mean you might not have a concussion."

She couldn't argue with him on that point and her head was throbbing. "I hope you have something stronger than Tylenol at your place."

"Got a headache?"

"Yeah, a big one."

"I'll call in a scrip for something better and have Chase pick it up and bring it when he brings my car."

"Good idea. Doctor Chase is a nice guy. He sure has it bad for Doctor Cameron though," she said with a smile. "Which is sad because she has it bad for you. Not that I can blame her."

Greg grinned but kept his eyes on the road. He pulled up to his apartment and helped her out of the car. "I can walk on my own just fine," she chuckled as he took her arm and guided her along the sidewalk.

Once inside, he got her settled on the couch and gave her the last Tylenol #3 he had on hand and a glass of water. Then he sat down next to her and checked her vitals.

"Are you this fussy with all your patients, Dr. House?" she asked looking amused.

"Only the ones I'm in love with. Now shut up and let me check you out. And then you can tell me what happened. What really happened."

"Yes, Doctor."

"You don't appear to have a concussion. That's a relief. Nobody's going to convince me that you simply tripped in Cuddy's office. Other than the chair you were sitting in, there's nothing between that and the door that you could trip on. So what did happen?"
"I'm not really sure. It all happened so fast but I think she pushed me."

He was pissed, and Amanda could tell.

"Let's start from the beginning. What happened?"

"I went to her office to tell her that I was accepting the job in Miami, so she called Petrie herself while I was there and told him. Then she told me to clear out my stuff and that I was done at PPTH, and to get out of Princeton as soon as possible so she could have you all to herself."

House was surprised. Lisa really had nerve, more than he gave her credit for. "Is that so?"

"Oh, it gets better," Amanda said and went on to tell him the rest of it. She could tell he was just barely able to keep his anger in check.

He got up and paced the living room, muttering under his breath as he did, and then he went down the hall to the bedroom and slammed the door. It was his coping mechanism when he was really mad. He'd been that way as long as she'd known him. It was a rare thing to get him that pissed off, but when he was, Lisa Cuddy was usually the reason. This was no different. In fact, it was probably worse.

When he didn't come out of the room for ten minutes, Amanda got up and went to make sure he was okay. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Greg? You okay?"

"Do I look okay, AJ? No, I'm definitely not okay."

She sat down next to him on the bed and reached for his hand. "Whatever happens, we'll be okay, right?" she asked. "You've always been the strong one. You've always made me feel safe. It takes a lot to scare me, but today, in Cuddy's office, I was scared. The things she was saying...she sounded so calm and calculated but…"

He looked at her and nodded. "Come on, lie down," he said and gestured to the pillows. "You need to rest."

"Only if you'll lie here with me."

"Sure."

They stretched out on the bed together. He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I've been thinking a lot about you today. When you told me about the job in Miami, at first I was mad that you would be leaving me behind. But then I thought back on everything that's happened since you came out here and how toxic PPTH really is. That said, when you take over the hospital in Miami, maybe there would be room for a Diagnostics department."

She glanced over at him. Her heart leapt in her throat at the very idea.

"You'd seriously want to move there?"

"Wherever you are is where I want to be. Anywhere is better than here. Patients come from all over to see me. They'll come to Miami too. I could literally be anywhere. Cuddy brainwashed me into believing that nobody else would hire me, and back then she was probably right."

"But you've made a name for yourself. You're world famous. You don't need PPTH as much as she wants you to believe. And if you stayed, you know what would happen."

"It's not going to happen because I'm not staying. And that will really piss her off but I don't give a crap. She's proven that she's nothing but a jealous, vindictive bitch on a power trip. If I leave, she'll lose donors, which are her lifeline."

Amanda rolled onto her side and placed her hand on his chest. "I would love to have you at my hospital. That would really drive her crazy."

Greg looked over at her. "Would you be okay with supervising me? I mean, my methods are unorthodox. Would you be comfortable saying no to me if you felt a procedure was unnecessary or a waste of the hospital's time and money?"

"Your methods are questionable, but you have reasons for them and you do what's right. If the patient's life were on the line and the procedure would make the difference between them living and dying, then I wouldn't give a crap about money. You have a reputation for a reason. People come to you because they know you can save them. And if you can't, you'll try everything in your power to do so. That's what makes you a good doctor, Greg."

He rolled over to face her and gently touched her cheek. "And that's what will make you a good Administrator. You won't play favorites like Cuddy did."

"No, I won't." Then she grinned. "Well, I might pay a little more attention to a certain department head…"

"Lots of attention, I hope," he said as he leaned over and kissed her.

"Mmm...I think just about anything can be arranged," she murmured between kisses.

"We'll have to talk about that. Right now, you need to rest, and then I'll order a pizza."

"Sounds good." He gave her one last quick peck and then left her alone to sleep. Then he grabbed his laptop, sat down on the couch and began to type.

In the morning, he was in his office before his team for once, and he brought coffee and donuts for them. He was munching on one when they came in.

"We got your text. It sounded urgent. What's going on?" Foreman inquired as he made a beeline for the donuts.

"In a sec. Wait till everyone's here."

Once they were all seated around the table, he let out a long sigh. "To make a long story short, I'm leaving. Some things happened recently that made me realize that I don't want to be here any longer."

Cameron frowned. "Where are you going?"

"Miami. You probably heard that Doctor Evans was let go yesterday. She's going to be the new Dean at a hospital in Miami and I'll be starting a Diagnostics department there.

Foreman snickered. "You think Cuddy's just going to let you leave? You're her Golden Boy."

"Cuddy is one of the reasons I'm leaving. I'm not going into details but look, I'm going to need a team. And I'm leaving it up to you as to whether or not you want to follow me. If you don't, no hard feelings. If you do, great. I don't care either way. I won't have any shortage of applicants but you guys are good, and your fellowships aren't over."

He heard the click of heels down the hall and sighed. "Incoming…"

Lisa burst through the doors and seemed shocked to see everyone, including House, there that early.

"House, my office. Now."

"Whatever you have to say you can say in front of them."

"This is private."

"On the contrary, it involves them too."

She marched over, grabbed the donut out of his hand and tossed it back in the box.

"Hey!"

"My office. Now."

He opened the box and took the donut back out. "I wasn't finished. And I don't work here anymore. Therefore your orders have fallen on deaf ears."

"You're still under contract. The hospital will sue you if you break your contract. You'll go back to being worthless. I've made you and I can break you."

"That's interesting. Doctor Evans was under contract too and you let her go as soon as she accepted the new job in Miami."

"That was different."

"Oh? How so? Enlighten me."

"She accepted another job!"

"And what makes you think I haven't?"

Lisa took a step back like she'd been slapped. "What? Who would hire you?"

"The new Dean at Miami General is very interested in starting a Diagnostics department. And guess who she wants to run it? I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count."

Seeing the flabbergasted look on Lisa's face made Greg wish he could whip out his phone and take a picture to show AJ.

"You can't be serious."

"Unfortunately for you, I am. You reap what you sow, Cuddy. Did you think your mistreatment of Doctor Evans went unnoticed by me? I've been watching you shoot daggers at her since the day I started working here. I knew why, but I kept quiet because you were giving me everything I wanted. You only kept her here to keep me happy. And now that she's gone, you figured you'd have me all to yourself. That you'd be the one I turned to when she left. Oh, and she told me you pushed her. And while you got lucky not being sued by her, now you've lost what you've claimed as your best doctor. And I'm sure, a few more."

Lisa's face twisted in rage and she clenched her fists.

Greg ignored her and continued. "I was never yours for the taking, Cuddy. When are you going to accept that? One night does not a relationship make. I told you that years ago, and I'm telling you again now because obviously it's not sinking in. I'm leaving. I've asked my team to join me if they choose to do so. I can't speak for Wilson, but if I were you, I'd be going over Oncology applicants. Wilson and AJ have become good friends and it wouldn't surprise me if he decides to leave too."

Lisa stared at Foreman, Chase and then Cameron. Her lip curled in disgust as she looked at Cameron. "Of course you're going to go. You've been after House like a bitch in heat since he hired you."

Cameron sat up straight and squared her shoulders. "If I decide to join him, it'll be to leave PPTH. You've got to be the worst Administrator I've ever worked for."

Lisa laughed harshly. "I'm the only Administrator you've ever worked for. And if you feel that strongly about it then fine. You're fired."

Cameron merely shrugged and gave Greg a nod, letting him know that she was with him.

Greg reached for another donut and sat back in his chair. "You can go now. I'll be packing up my stuff and be gone by the end of the week."

Lisa leaned over him and snatched the donut out of his hand. "You're not going anywhere. Your reputation wasn't worth shit before you came here and it won't be worth shit if you try to leave." She smashed the donut and dropped it in his lap. She wiped her hand on his jeans and stalked out.

House picked up the ball of dough and jelly and dropped it on the table.

"That went well, don't you think?"

"Are you seriously offering us a job in Miami? Does Doctor Evans know about this?" Foreman demanded.

"She's the one who recommended it. You don't have to decide right this minute. It'll be a few weeks before I'm even ready to start hiring anyone. It'll depend if I even have a budget for three like I do here. But since Cameron spoke up, she's got the first spot."

The door opened again and Greg rolled his eyes. "If you've come back to commit more doughnut murder, don't bother. We've sent them into Witness Protection."

Tilting his head back, he looked at a group of nurses. The only one he recognized was Nurse Bitch also known as Nurse Brenda.

"Need to talk to you," she told him.

Greg looked at her. "Fortunately, I don't need to talk to you." He turned his attention back to his team.

"We saw Cuddy push Doctor Evans."

House went still. "Go on."

"She's cut our budget again and we were going in to tell her we quit. We walked in just as Cuddy pushed her."

Greg barely seemed to breathe and his face wore a deadly expression. Cameron stared at him with wide eyes while Chase and Foreman exchanged a look.

"We're willing to testify if Doctor Evans is charging her with assault," Brenda continued. "If she's suing her, too, we know a lot about the things Cuddy's done to keep your department going."

"We get donations," Cameron said as Greg got up and went into his office. "That's how the hospital gets most of it's money; that and insurance."

Brenda shook her head. "Our funding comes from Medicare, the Federal government and reimbursement for patients who have insurance. We're a teaching hospital," she told them. "I've worked at a lot of hospitals. Whatever she gets from any donations goes straight into funding this department and him." She jerked her head toward Greg's office.

Greg came out and looked at them. "I called Amanda and the police. She's going to press charges so long as you and your cronies back her up. She also said if you're all willing to relocate to Miami, you've got jobs."

"Will you be there?" Brenda asked.

"Of course. That should sweeten the deal for you," Greg smirked.

Cameron cleared her throat. Greg looked at her with wide eyes. "Yes?"

"If the police find out Doctor Evans offered them jobs it could hurt her case and Cuddy could get off."

Brenda nodded. "We won't take the jobs or mention the offer. I want that crazy bitch to pay."

Greg winked at Cameron. "I always knew you were the smart one around here."

Cameron laughed and shook her head.