Hell Week
Author: Prospero Hibiki
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Rating: M (Because it makes things even funnier)
Author's Comments: Enjoy
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"Hell"
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"I never did give them hell. I just told the truth, and they thought it was hell." - Harry S Truman
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We retire to Cuddy's office to discuss things and Stacy leaves with the understanding that we'll be taking her husband's case if only to get her out of the hospital faster. I think she wanted to have some sort of home field advantage. Maybe it worked for her. Personally it only reminded me of my vow to have sex on her desk.
"You realize that the two of you being in a relationship is against hospital guidelines."
Both Greg and I roll our eyes simultaneously. It's not as if we're having an illicit affair. We got married for Pete's sake.
"This means that we're going to have to separate the two of you here at work. Dr Cameron, we'll see about transferring you to Immunology immediately."
"No."
Greg's voice cuts through whatever else Cuddy was intending to say. He's been silent so far and now everyone else in the room realizes that he was just going with the flow because it was easier. Now that he's actually speaking it's clear he's not leaving until he gets his way.
"What do you mean no?"
"I'm sorry was it too tough of a word for you? I mean you're not going to be transferring my wife to a new department. She's staying right where she is. And if you think you can manage to find cause to fire us you've got another thing coming. Who is it that you think manages the department? Who do you think assigns the consults? You don't actually think that I do those things do you?"
Cuddy sputters for a few moments and I lean back in my chair. Greg has everything he needs to completely destroy her. He knows it too. I think he's finally realized that everything that I was doing over the conference in Vegas has given him the opportunity to get the things he wants here in the hospital and how to use it.
"You really shouldn't have sent me away to that conference. I found out just how many hospitals would jump at the chance to have me on staff on whatever terms I wanted. As you've reminded me time and again there was a time when you were the only person willing to hire me, but that's long since changed. Do you really think that any of them would even blink at having Allison work in a diagnostics department I set up in their hospital? Especially after watching her charm the pants off of everyone we met at that conference?"
"So what are you going to do? Leave to go to one of those other hospitals?"
"Probably not. We kind of like it here. It's fun and I've got Jimmy next door to me." At Cuddy's hopeful expression he quickly continues. "Well, not at the moment at least. At some point in the future, when the ducklings are ready to fly on their own, we might want to reorganize how the department is run, but that's still a ways away."
This comment is made with him looking at me instead of Cuddy and I think we're on the same page. He's made a few comments about my reputation and career being important to him so I'm not surprised that he's laying some groundwork here. I give a small nod and he smiles slightly.
"So you're basically going to run your department like your own little kingdom?"
"Hail to the king baby."
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I've been hiding out in Greg's office for most of the day while he's been hanging out with Wilson and hiding from Cuddy who apparently feels secure enough to do the usual clinic duty chase with him. I suppose hiding isn't the right term for it because I've had a nonstop stream of people swinging by to find out if the rumors are true or not.
Amongst them was Laurie from accounting who was interested on a purely professional level. She's been the unofficial PPTH bookie for longer than I've worked here. You wouldn't know it from looking at her, but for someone's sixty-five year old grandmother she's a really cutthroat bitch. Once she was satisfied I casually wipe the sweat off my forehead. I wouldn't have been surprised at all if she'd walked around with a lead pipe in her purse to convince people to pay up.
My next visitor was someone I didn't recognize at first until he dropped a sheet of paper on my desk. It was a bill from the singing telegram place. This was our mysterious singing chicken. After signing off on the receipt I ask him for a mailing address.
"Why?"
"You impressed my husband and I with how far you were willing to go for your job and I'll tell you that he's not easily impressed. At some point it might be handy to have a letter of recommendation from a world recognized department head or two."
"Why would you do that?"
"He'd do it because you were willing to spill a drink on someone because it helped you get something done. He thinks it's an important thing in a doctor."
"You don't?"
That actually made me pause in thought. At one point I might have said no, but having worked with Greg and seen some of the things his stunts have revealed about the patients has changed my mind a little bit. "Maybe a little. But you'd be getting a recommendation from me and Dr Wilson because of your trip to Pediatrics. It wasn't something you were getting paid for, and you had no way of knowing that we'd find out about it. It showed that you were willing to take extra time that you could have spent doing something else."
He blushes a little bit and I already know what he's going to say. "To be fair-"
"You were also hitting on some of the nurses there." At his shocked expression I laugh. "Did you think no one noticed? Speaking of which." I grab a small slip of paper off the desk and hand it to him.
"What's this?"
"That's the phone number of Tammy who's a nurse in Radiology. She wanted me to give that to you if I saw you."
The poor kid walks off in a daze. He'd probably be even more shocked if he knew Tammy was the hot redheaded nurse that everyone in the hospital's been hitting on. Who knew that all it took was dressing up for the kids in the pediatrics department?
Makes a person wonder doesn't it?
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It was a bit of a struggle to unlock the door and juggle the groceries at the same time. If I was going to make this place my home I'd be damned if I didn't at least have cereal and milk for the morning. Setting the bags on the counter and throwing the cold items into the fridge I make my way back to the car where I have some more clothes and stuff in the trunk. Greg isn't home yet but then I didn't expect him to be. He said something about hanging out with Wilson before I left. I don't blame him. I've already made a date to meet up with the girls for drinks after work on Thursday.
Putting the groceries doesn't take all that long. Mostly it's a matter of throwing out some of the...no make that pretty much everything else in the fridge. The other cabinets are fairly bare so the time there is spent putting things where I'll be able to find them when I wake up in the morning. It's important because sometimes if something were to make me unable to find coffee there would be hell to pay.
"Gotcha!"
I scream at both the loud shout from directly behind me and the hands that have grabbed onto my sides. Spinning around I start slapping Greg's chest repeatedly.
"Don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!" I hate it when people do that to me!
Greg only grins at me childishly and kisses me thoroughly in reply. I'm still really pissed off about it. Mostly. Mmmmmm. What was I thinking about? Oh yeah. I'm still angry.
Blinking I realize that I'm now in the living room and lying down on the couch. How did that happen? Wait. What is he even doing here already?
"Not that I'm complaining, but weren't you supposed to be out with Wilson?"
"I was actually sneaking off to talk to Cuddy."
"Oh?" I wonder if he realizes why that's probably not the best thing he could have said when he's hovering over me on his couch.
"Yep. I was thinking that we got married yesterday and didn't get to have a honeymoon."
Honeymoon? What the hell? How did we get from Cuddy to honeymoon?
"Hunh?"
"As it stands now, once we figure out what's wrong with Stacy's husband, the two of us have the next two weeks off for a relaxing honeymoon." At this point he starts peppering my face and neck with long kisses that make paying attention to him difficult. "Sun. Sand. Ocean. Clothing optional private beach." He pulls his head back and wiggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh.
"How are you going to pull that off?"
"We happen to be friends with a rather generous man with his own private Caribbean island and private jet."
We are? When did this happen?
Greg must see the confusion on my face because he explains. "Mr Melrose offered us the use of his private island for a honeymoon. He was really sorry we couldn't use the jet to fly back, but it was down for maintenance. So we're all good to go as soon as we solve this case. Just picture it. The two of us alone on a private island with nothing to distract us for two whole weeks. I figure if we make it without killing each other we're set for the rest of our lives."
Wow.
Greg House the closet romantic.
Who'd have guessed?
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End "Hell"
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Chapter Notes: So this is pretty much it. Only an epilogue remains. I'm holding off the editing until I put it out just because it's going to be the end.