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Mere minutes later, House was standing in front of Cuddy's door again. Normally it would have taken him longer to get there, but the necessity of knowledge overruled the hospital's "walk don't run" policy. So there he stood, again, watching Cuddy, again, who was hunched over her papers, again. He could see down here shirt again, too. However, this time Cuddy looked infinitely more happy to be where she was. She knew something he didn't, and from the looks of her that something must be really cool. Damn Foreman. House sighed and entered through the doors noisily. No sense in scaring the wits out of her, if he wanted information he'd have to do it another way. Cuddy looked up, and seeing who it was, instantly sat up. Lord knows how long he had stood there looking down her shirt the last time. House opened his mouth, but Cuddy cut him off before he even inhaled.
"Whatever you want, the answer is no." She said as she signed a file and put it aside. House cocked his head to the side and frowned a little.
"Darn it, foiled again! I was going to ask for more clinic hours." House switched to mock resignation and shrugged dramatically. "I guess I'll just have to suffer through it." Although Cuddy was irritated she had to try very hard not to smile. She looked up at House and gave him her best impatient glare.
"What do you want, House?" Asked Cuddy as she went back to her papers. "I have work to do."
"Why do I have to want anything?" Asked House innocently. "Can't I just come by and hang out with a friend?" Cuddy stopped writing, looked up slowly and stared at House with a raised eyebrow. House stared back and smiled. "Yeah, I was just kidding."
"House, I don't have all day, just spill it already!"
"Are you really working? Or are you just writing the same thing over and over on blank files just so you can look busy?"
"Why on earth would I do that?" Snapped Cuddy.
"I don't know, it works for me." Shrugged House. Cuddy rolled her eyes and resumed her paperwork. They stood in silence for a few seconds, Cuddy writing and House leaning nonchalantly on his cane, pretending to study the office decor. Finally Cuddy slammed down her pen and looked up at House.
"Damn it, House, you're driving me more crazy just standing there than you do actually talking!" Yelled Cuddy. House smiled amusedly. "What do you want?" The timing was perfect. She was dying to get rid of him. She'd give him what he wanted.
"You didn't happen to be doing any 'medical research' between one and two o'clock today, did you?" Asked House, the quotes around "medical research" quite apparent in his voice. Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said. In actuality, she probably had a pretty good idea.
"That 'medical education' show you like to watch is on around that time, isn't it?" Asked House. The only way to get the information out of her was to pretend that the show wasn't what it was, that way she wouldn't have to actually admit to watching a soap opera. "I was just wondering if you caught the end of it." Cuddy took a long look at House.
"Why?" She finally asked. House casually leaned on his cane and studied the décor again. He cleared his throat meaningfully.
"Because my team and I happened to be watching it today when some idiot neurologist came in and started screaming. I think you need to have him checked out by the way."
"I'll keep that in mind." Said Cuddy sarcastically.
"Anyway, since he was hollering like a madman, we missed the very important medical information at the end of the show." House stared at Cuddy, the meaning clear in his eyes and his slight smile.
"I don't watch medical education shows." Said Cuddy finally. House stared at her and Cuddy stared back.
"You don't, hmm?" Said House knowingly. Cuddy gave a short nod and went back to her case files again. House put his head back and sighed. "Alrighty then." He said as he turned towards the door. Cuddy didn't look up, but she knew he was headed for the door and she was amazed. She was also suspicious, and as it turned out she had good reason to be. House was not headed out the door, but was headed for the chair in the corner of the room, which he plopped himself down in. Cuddy stared, speechless. There he sat, slouched down, legs sprawled out in front of him, and worst of all, he reached into a pocket and took out his Gameboy. House looked at Cuddy, who was still staring open-mouthed, and grinned widely. Cuddy closed her mouth and swallowed deeply.
"What was the last thing you heard before Foreman started screaming?" Asked Cuddy. House smiled complacently and sighed.
