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For those of you who do not watch House, Detective Tritter was a man who was treated by House in the clinic once. House was rude to him and Tritter wanted revenge so he arrested House for possession of narcotics. Tritter found out that House had forged Dr. Wilson's signature a few times (for his Vicodin) so he asked Wilson about it, but Wilson lied to keep House out of jail. Soon after, Wilson told Tritter that he had not written the prescriptions. House was faced with a choice. Tritter said that if he spend 3 months in drug rehab, the DA would forget about the charges, but House refused. Cuddy told House that she was going to suspend his privileges and cut off his Vicodin until he took the deal. House still refused and started to detox, while the team struggled to diagnose their patient without him. Eventually House went to court, but wasn't found guilty because Cuddy lied to the judge. However, for House's previous actions he was found in contempt by the judge and was told to go back to his rehab.
Sam had had another seizure. After it was taken care of, Dean and Jackie followed House to his conference room, to meet with his team. However, when they got there, there was one extra person. Cuddy was also standing in the room, waiting for House. Jack exchanged a look with Dean and followed House in.
"Dr. House." Cuddy acknowledged House when he walked in.
"What's this about?" he said suspiciously.
"Tritter is back." Cameron blurted.
"So?"
"So he can put you behind bars for not continuing with your rehab!" Cuddy exclaimed.
"Get to your point."
"Tritter has to see you clean. I'm cutting off your Vicodin." Cuddy stated.
House and Jay exchanged a 'not-again!' sort of look, but Cuddy walked out of the room, taking with her the bottle of Vicodin that House had set on the table.
Jack sighed and ran after Cuddy.
"Hey!" she yelled at Cuddy, running down the hallway to catch up with her.
"None of your business, Jaclyn."
"Oh no? That's my boyfriend's life you're gambling with!"
'I'm sorry, but I can't allow House to be seen on the Vicodin."
"The Vicodin lets him do his job!"
"The Vicodin makes him high, and Tritter knows it."
"They do not make him high, they make him neutral."
"I will personally be taking on your boyfriend's case. He'll be fine."
Jackie sighed and stepped right in front of Cuddy, forcing her to stop. "No offence, Lisa, but you're no House."
"I'm sorry." Cuddy stepped around her and walked away, leaving Jack standing there, biting her lip in frustration.
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"Could be a clot, couldn't it?" Cameron suggested back in the conference room. Dean had gone back to Sam's room to check on him.
"We would have seen it on the angiogram." Foreman reminded her.
"Brain tumor?"
"Nothing on the MRI." Chase said.
"Drugs?"
"Tox screen was clean."
"Carbon monoxide toxicity?"
"Get the patient on oxygen and run another tox screen for CO2." House ordered. They walked out to do as he said. House touched his leg. The pain was already getting worse. He decided to leave for the day. If he was going to detox, he might as well do it at his house.
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Jackie visited House later that night. When he opened the door, she almost gasped. He was sweaty, and wincing, clearly in excruciating pain.
"Houseā¦" she said slowly.
"Got Vicodin?"
"No."
"Then leave me to wallow in my pain."
She ignored his request and lightly pushed her way into his apartment.
House sighed, shut the door and followed her into his living room. He fell onto his couch and winced. She went into the kitchen and made a cloth wet and then returned to his side, and placed the cloth on his forehead.
"I'm sorry Cuddy's doing this."
"Yeah, me too."
"House, Sam."
"Yeah, I know."
"You're the only doctor I trust. Do you have any ideas?"
"We're running a tox screen for CO2 toxicity, but unless he's a firefighter I doubt it'll come back positive." House sighed, frustrated, and said, "I can't focus."
"I know. You need your Vicodin." She said, more to herself than to him. He noticed this and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Cuddy sees you going out; she'll search you for sure."
"Then I guess I'll just have to use my imagination." Jackie grinned at House. He looked at her in mild curiosity and interest.
"I'll be back." She said simply and left his apartment.
Snatching the Vicodin from the pharmacy was easy enough. Letting Dean know what she was going to do, all Dean had to do was shoot one round from his shotgun out back and everyone was fretting. Jay used the opportunity to slip the bottle of Vicodin off the pharmacist's shelf and slip out, unnoticed.
However, before Jay was able to leave the hospital, Cuddy found her and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Out. My business is my own."
"I'm coming with you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't trust you, that's why. For all I know you're sneaking House pills."
Jack bit her lip and left the hospital with Cuddy on her tail. Cuddy followed her all the way to House's apartment door. Jay knocked and House opened the door, and saw both Cuddy and Jay. Giving House a look, she turned to Cuddy.
"Mind leaving me alone now?"
"No."
Jack moved ever so slowly back until she could slip the pills from her right hand into House's pocket without being noticed. She kept talking to Cuddy, to distract her.
Finally, she said, "Fine. I'll leave." And she walked down the hallway to the door. Cuddy ran after her, needing a ride back to the hospital anyway, but before Jackie rounded the corner, she looked at House, who was grinning, and winked at him.
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Not long after they reached the hospital, Cuddy left for her office and Jackie received a phone call.
"Hello?"
"That was brilliant." House's voice came over the line.
"Thank you."
"Honestly, you should've gone to medical school. I would have totally hired you. You're like a female Foreman."
"Except not as annoying."
"And with a zestier bod."
Jack laughed and then said, "Now you owe me. Get your butt down here and diagnose my boyfriend."
"On it."
Jackie flipped her phone shut and sighed. Why did she have to do everything around this place?
