Sorry it took so long

Sorry it took so long! Had exams and such, but now that's it's the summertime it might be easier to update!

Enjoy this chap, things will wrap up with House pretty soon.

It wasn't long before House was back in his office, not sweaty, not panting, and clearly not detoxing. He was doing quite fine on his part, Jackie, not so much.

"Beckett!" A stern woman barked down the hospital hallway to another woman leaning against the wall. At the sound of her name, Jackie whipped around to see Lisa Cuddy rounding on her looking livid.

"Can I help you?"

"How did you get it to him?"

"'Scuse me?"

"The vicodin. How did you get it to House?"

Jackie sighed. She knew she was caught and that there was no use in denying what she'd done, Lisa wouldn't believe her. However, she couldn't afford to be arrested and have to break out. It would waste too much time. Therefore she lied skillfully, yet again. "I didn't."

"You're lying."

Jackie surveyed Cuddy for a moment and then said with a sting, "Prove it." And she walked away.

However she didn't get far before she almost bumped into a man. He was tall, had grayish white hair, with a look about him that suggested he was in an authoritative position.

"Sorry." She said hastily, shooting the man a courteous smile before trying to walk away.

"No problem, Miss…?" The man left the sentence hanging so Jackie would have to answer.

Not seeing any reason to lie to a perfect stranger she said, "Beckett."

"Miss Beckett. I'm charmed. I'm Detective Tritter."

Jackie froze for a moment, remembering the name. This was the man that wanted House behind bars. She casually said, "Pleased to meet you sir. Now if you don't mind I have to go do something I would rather not do." She smiled sadly again and walked away, this time getting farther than 10 feet.

House was sitting in his office, already having ordered his ducklings to go run a series of painful tests on his patient. He was just thinking of a certain woman when she walked through his office door.

"Ah, if it isn't Jaclyn Beckett in the flesh."

She grinned. "Hello, Doctor."

"Since when do you call me doctor?"

"What would you rather me call you?"

"Uh, House? Or Greg, even, if you're feeling sentimental."

Jack smiled at him and said softly, "I'm never feeling sentimental, Greg."

"That's better."

Jack laughed.

"So what brings you to my humble abode?"

"Just checking in."

"Since when do you check in?"

"Well I wanted to see if you were writing tactics on your whiteboard for our little game." She said slyly.

"Hah, well I'm not that obvious."

"Of course, not." Jackie paused to put her feet up on House's desk, and then continued. "I met your lovely Detective Tritter today."

"Yes? He hit on you?"

"Eh, not yet. He was mostly polite."

"Bet you loved that."

"Actually I didn't. It kinda got annoying."

"You so belong with me."

Jackie winked at him, but said nothing.

"I think I have a diagnosis for your boy."

"Good."

"If I'm right the meds I gave him will fix him right up. Cure him."

"Excellent."

"And then we'll have to have a teary goodbye. Again."

"Ha, Greg our first goodbye was not teary. There wasn't even a goodbye. I just kinda… left."

"True enough."

Just then Detective Tritter entered with two cops in uniform.

He merely stood there at first and then said, "Arrest him."

The cops came from behind Tritter and forced House to stand and slapped handcuffs from around his wrists.

"Gregory House, you are under arrest for suspicion of drug-seeking behavior and possession of stolen narcotics."

House scowled and then sighed, not seeing any point to argue. Jackie witnessed what was going on and then said angrily, "No."

"Miss Beckett this man stole a bottle of Vicodin from the pharmacy."

"No, he didn't." Jackie stood between a shackled House and the policemen.

She glanced at House and he shook his head warningly.

"I did." She said.

"Miss Beckett, get out of the way." Detective Tritter shoved her aside and took House by the shoulder and pulled him out of his office, leaving Jackie standing there, torn between anger and a strong urge to beat Tritter to the ground.

Jack sat, bored and lonely in the lobby of the hospital. Dean was getting another nap, being extremely short on sleep since Sam. Sam himself was sleeping in his room, the drugs House was giving him making him very fatigued.

Just then the omnipresent Detective Tritter sat beside her.

She looked up from her reverie and said, rather rudely, "What do you want?"

"No need to be so snippy, Miss Beckett. Jaclyn, I think it is, right?"

"Not to you."

"Fine. But really, I understand feeling the need to cover up for the man you love."

"I do not love Greg."

"And yet you call him Greg, even when his closest friends call him House."

She grinned at Tritter's logic.

"And really, I see no point in locking you up, Miss. It would be shame for someone as sweet and smart and delicate as you to be in a cell."

Her eyes flashed but she said nothing.

He got up and left. Jackie grinned as she pulled out her phone from her pocket, which had been recording a voice clip since Tritter had been talking to her. She smiled wickedly and said softly to herself, "What vexes all men? Nice curves and short shorts."