A/N: I was in the mood to write something with a little bit of fluff.

It was a little after nine in the morning. House had finished his Chinese leftovers and showered, feeling almost like a living, breathing human being again. Then he made a list of groceries and ordered Wilson to call and have them delivered as soon as possible, and to make sure that the delivery person wasn't a blonde woman with an accent before opening the door. They watched some stupefying morning talk show because they were too lazy to change the channel. Then House went to wake Cuddy up. He was surprised when he limped into the bedroom and found her scowling at the alarm clock.

"Are you okay, Lisa?"

"I'm fine," she replied. "Is it nine in the morning?"

"Yup. Feel like getting up to face the world, boss?" House asked as turned on the lamp, sat on the edge of the bed and watched Cuddy blink her bleary eyes.

"Not really," she mumbled and threw the blanket back over her ear.

"I thought you were a morning person."

"Not this morning."

"You just slept thirteen straight hours and you're still tired? Is that normal?"

"It is when you're on meds that knock you on your ass. I want to sleep for thirteen more," was her muffled reply.

"Sorry, boss. Time to rise and shine." House said, uncovering her head.

"I don't want to get up."

House tossed the covers off of her. Cuddy protested and engaged in a futile tug-of-war before surrendering and flopping back onto the pillow. "I'd let you sleep, Lisa, but we're having company today. The finest detectives in New York will be here."

"So?"

"So? They're coming here to talk to you, remember?"

"Sort of."

"Do you remember if they said what time they would be arriving?"

"I don't think Bobby mentioned that," Cuddy replied. She knew she to get up right then or she wasn't going to and sat up. "I can only hope they got a few hours of sleep last night. Especially Bobby. He looked ready to drop."

"That he did." He gently cupped her chin and looked pensively down at her face. "How's the nose?"

"Broken."

House gave a low chuckle. "Can't argue with that. How's the pain? Do you need a pill?"

"It's hurting a little but I'll manage. I'd like something over-the-counter so I'm half-way lucid when Bobby and Alex get here. Good God, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

"There's some leftover eggrolls. Wilson ordered some groceries, but I don't know when they're going to get here."

"I'd pay a thousand dollars for a plate of buttermilk pancakes right now. With extra syrup."

"Sugar free syrup?"

"Of course."

"Me too, but I'm low on cash. It's eggrolls or nothing, boss."

"I guess that's what I'm having. I need some food and a shower. I probably look like a refugee from a Freddy Krueger film."

House chuckled again. "I was going to say a Michael Myers film, but now that you mention it..."

She gave a playful swat on the arm, then dragged her legs over until they were hanging off the bed, not wanting to get up too fast, get lightheaded and pass out. The room swayed for a moment, then stilled. The pain pills and lack of food over the last few days weren't exactly helping her get ready to go back to work. "Please tell me you ordered more coffee," she said with a heavy sigh.

"You better believe I did."

"Thank you! Is there any coffee ready now or did you and Wilson drink it all?"

"I'm sure there's a cup or two left."

"There better be some or I'm going to fire you both with extreme prejudice."

"Hmph...idle threats won't make the coffee get here any faster." He watched as she slowly slid to the floor, and smiled a bit when she walked to the end of the bed without any trouble. "Let's you get some breakfast and a shower, boss. Hopefully the groceries will get here soon and we can make lunch for the detectives. Won't that make a good impression?"

"Since when do you care about what of an impression you make?"

"I don't, but it doesn't hurt to be nice to the people who are tracking down the psycho lady who's after us, don't you think?"