House: *I ignore you*
Thirteen: *I sigh and go to Cuddy's office* Hey, is House ok?
Cuddy: *I look up* What? He should be fine. What's wrong?
Thirteen: He's acting strange. He was being nice, and ignoring questions instead of deflecting.
Cuddy: *I frown and look down* Oh.
Thirteen: Do you know why?
Cuddy: Yeah. I'll talk to him.
Thirteen: Are you withholding sex?
Cuddy: What? How much sex House and I are having is no ones business but Houses and my own.
Thirteen: So yes. Well you need to start fucking him again. He operates better with pussy.
Cuddy: *My eyes shoot up* Excuse me?! That is NOT work appropriate language! And what I do or don't do with House is not your business.
Thirteen: It affects his work life.
Cuddy: *I frown* Is it your goal to get on your bosses bad side?
Thirteen: No. It's just an effect of being me.
Cuddy: Have you tried being nice and NOT taking pornagraphic phtos of them?
Thirteen: I'm sorry. *I look down rubbing my neck protectively*
Cuddy: *I notice* What's with that?
Thirteen: House didn't tell you?
Cuddy: He did that too you?!
Thirteen: Yeah. He really cares about you. He yelled about how I must have made you feel. He didn't say anything about himself.
Cuddy: *I look down*
Thirteen: My statement stands. He needs pussy to function. And he really likes yours.
Cuddy: I don't like that word. Stop using it.
Thirteen: What's wrong with the word?
Cuddy: That's not any of your business.
Thirteen: Why not? It's just a word.
Cuddy: Just a word I don't like. *I frown*
Thirteen: Well there has to be a reason.
Cuddy: There is. It's a pretty damn good reason too.
Thirteen: Then what is it?
Cuddy: It's a very personal reason that I am not sharing with you.
Thirteen: How can disliking a word be so personal?
Cuddy: It's linked to something personal.
Thirteen: The word pussy. Bad sex?
Cuddy: *I glare at you* Don't say the word. And stop asking me.
Thirteen: Rape?
Cuddy: Shut up. Get out. I don't want to tell you and I wont.
Thirteen: Rape.
Cuddy: No. Get out. *I glare at you* I'm calling security if you don't leave.
Thirteen: Did you know him?
Cuddy: I wasn't raped. *I frown*
Thirteen: Don't believe you.
Cuddy: Why do you think I was?
Thirteen: You hate the word so obviously something sexually traumatic happened to you. And you act differently. You get more angry, you sit up straighter, you deny it more forcefully than other accusations.
Cuddy: *I frown* It's more serious an accusation than bad sex is.
Thirteen: *I sit across from you* Did you know him?
Cuddy: *I sigh* I'm calling House.
Thirteen: You should sleep with him.
Cuddy: Get out.
Thirteen: No. Did you know your rapist?
Cuddy: I don't have a rapist.
Thirteen: I'll just google it.
Cuddy: Google what?
Thirteen: You. See what comes up.
Cuddy: Have fun. Get out.
Thirteen: *I sigh* Just tell me.
Cuddy: First of all theres nothing to tell and secondly even if there was why would I tell you. *I look you up judgingly*
Thirteen: Because I care.
Cuddy: *I try not to laugh* You've been a bitch to me since you suspected House and I were sleeping together.
Thirteen: *I look down* I know. I'm sorry.
Cuddy: Thank you. *I frown and try to go back to work*
Thirteen: Were you raped?
Cuddy: No. And if I were I would tell satan before I told you.
Thirteen: Why would you add that if you weren't?
Cuddy: Because I'm a confusing bitch. *I roll my eyes* Go away.
Thirteen: Who knows?
Cuddy: That you think I was raped? You and I unless you came to this conclusion and spread it around.
Thirteen: *I roll my eyes and google you on my phone* Andrew Cuddy, arrested for child molestation?
Cuddy: *I take a deep breath and don't respond*
Thirteen: Arrested. *I look at you* A few months ago? Husband of Arlene Cuddy, father of Lisa and Julia Cuddy.
Cuddy: *I frown* I hate google.
Thirteen: *I look at you* Child molestation a few months ago?
Cuddy: Google it. That's all you'll find out.
Thirteen: Who was a child and molested a few months ago? By your father?
Cuddy: I don't know. Get out of my office.
Thirteen: Were you molested as a child?
Cuddy: I said get out. *I glare at you and call House* Hey come down here?
House: Why?
Cuddy: Thirteen googled me.
House: So?
Cuddy: Google me.
House: *I google you* Oh… I'll be down.
Thirteen: So you were?
Cuddy: No. Get out.
Thirteen: Then why would it make any difference if he googled you?
Cuddy: *I look down* Get out of my office.
Thirteen: Was your sister molested?
Cuddy: No. *I say almost too quickly*
Thirteen: So you were and she wasn't?
Cuddy: *I take a deep breath* I was never raped. My sister was never raped. No one in my family was raped.
Thirteen: So you expect me to believe that no one in a family with a convicted child molester with 2 female children was ever molested as a child?
Cuddy: Does it say he molested female children?
Thirteen: No but your body language does. Or if not female children at least female child.
Cuddy: Get out of my office. *I say head on my desk close to crying*
Thirteen: Are you going to cry?
Cuddy: No… *I sigh* Please leave.
Thirteen: I'm not leaving. *I watch you* Are you ok?
Cuddy: I'm fine. *I refuse to move*
Thirteen: You aren't. *I look at you* I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Cuddy: *I pick my head up and glare at you* I wasn't. And even if I was I wouldn't want any pity.
Thirteen: If you weren't you wouldn't say and even if I was.
Cuddy: Fine. I was. But I don't want anyone to know. And I especially don't want the rest of the team to know. *I glare at you* I really didn't want you to know.
Thirteen: Well I do now. And I'm sorry.
Cuddy: I hate pity.
Thirteen: Was your sister?
Cuddy: I'm not talking about it.
Thirteen: Why was your father arrested a few months ago?
Cuddy: House.
Thirteen: *I raise an eyebrow at you*
Cuddy: *I put my head back on the desk wondering where House is*
House: *I come in and see you* Cuddy, are you ok? Thirteen get out,
Thirteen: I asked why her father was arrested. She said your name.
House: I called the cops. He broke in her house. Go away.
Thirteen: No.
House: *I push you out and lock the door*
Thirteen: I can pick locks!
House: *I pick up Cuddy and hold her in my lap on the couch*
Cuddy: Thanks for getting her out of here.
House: *I kiss your head* I love you.
Cuddy: I love you too. *I shift and lie down my head on your lap* I'm tired.
House: Take a nap. *I pet your hair*
Cuddy: Stay here. I'm comfortable. *I fall asleep*
Thirteen: *I pick the lock and come in* Was that all he did?
House: *I shush you* Shes asleep.
Thirteen: But you know the answer.
House: And I will not tell you. Get out.
Thirteen: Why is she even asleep?
House: She's tired. We got in a fight and she couldn't sleep.
Thirteen: *I laugh* Ok. *I walk out*
House: *I pet you hair while you sleep*
Cuddy: *I wake up hours later and feel you petting me* Hey… *I turn to look at you* That feels good.
House: *I smile* Afternoon Beautiful.
Cuddy: Afternoon. *I sit up* Afternoon?!
House: You sleep good?
Cuddy: Yeah. What time is it?
House: 3:30.
Cuddy: What? Why did you let me sleep so long?!
House: You looked happy.
Cuddy: *I frown* I slept all day at work!
House: I do that all the time.
Cuddy: *I roll my eyes* House you avoid work like the plague, unless it's interesting to you.
House: *I laugh* Hey why not? It's fun.
Cuddy: *I sigh* I don't have time for you. Go away.
House: Ok. *I go to my office*
Cuddy: *I go to work*
Thirteen: House, who knows?
House: Who knows what?
Thirteen: About the thing I found out.
Chase: She knows too?
Thirteen: He does?
House: Yeah. No one else.
Thirteen: Oh. Well tell her I'm sorry.
Chase: She doesn't like it unless you were really being a dick. Second thoughts maybe you should apologize.
House: I am having nothing to do with this. *I walk away*
Thirteen: *I roll my eyes* Like I said. Tell her I'm sorry.
Chase: How did you figure it out?
Thirteen: Google.
Chase: No, really.
Thirteen: Google.
Chase: Yeah right. You can't find something like that online.
Thirteen: Then you suck at googling things
Chase: *I roll my eyes* Prove it then.
Thirteen: *I pull out my phone and show you the arrest report of her father* It's not that hard to connect the dots.
Chase: *I read it* Her dad was arrested?
Thirteen: You didn't know that?
Chase: *I re-read it* This is from a few months ago.
Thirteen: Yeah. She won't say anything about it though.
Chase: Oh.
Thirteen: Apparently House is the one who got him arrested in the first place.
Chase: Well he was arrested for child molestation so his victim had to testify right? But were any children there?
Thirteen: No.
Chase: My bet is he raped her then and that was enough proof to get him convicted for when she was a child.
Thirteen: Probably.
Chase: What made you suspect?
Thirteen: The fact that she doesn't like the word pussy.
Chase: You figured it out from that?
Thirteen: And google. She doesn't want the team to know.
Chase: I know.
Thirteen: What do you know?
Chase: Only those who figured it out and her parents know.
Thirteen: Her mother knows?
Chase: Yeah.
Thirteen: Her sister doesn't.
Chase: She doesn't think so.
Thirteen: Oh.
Chase: What do you know?
Thirteen: Nothing but that it happened and she's very emotional about it.
Chase: Ok.
House: *I go to Cuddy's office at the end of the day* Hey. I'm going home.
Cuddy: See you there.
House: I mean my home.
Cuddy: Am I invited?
House: You want to drink?
Cuddy: I get bitchy when I drink.
House: Get? *I smirk at you*
Cuddy: *I push you* Shut up.
House: *I kiss you* I can handle bitchy.
Cuddy: Come to my house!
House: I want to spend time with Wilson.
Cuddy: Your chance of having sex is way lower.
House: You wanted to wait. I'm waiting. Just let me spend time with my friends.
Cuddy: Ok. *I kiss your cheek* See you in the morning?
House: Yeah. Sure.
Cuddy: If you get hung over I'll kill you.
House: Yeah ok. *I smirk at you*
Cuddy: I mean it!
House: *I kiss you*
Cuddy: *I kiss you back*
House: *I push you against the wall and put my hand in your pants then pull away*
Cuddy: *I jump a little then frown when you pull away* You need to stop doing that!
House: Why? *I smile at you*
Cuddy: *I roll my eyes and push you against the wall and kiss you* Either do me or don't. Don't turn me on then stop.
House: Sorry. *I laugh*
Cuddy: *I look at you* Seriously don't get drunk tonight.
House: No promises.
Cuddy: *I scowl at you* Don't get drunk. And if you want to come over you can.
House: I want to hang out with Wilson.
Cuddy: Ok. *I bite my lip looking at you*
House: *I laugh* You're always horny.
Cuddy: Am not!