I do not own 'House' or any of its characters.
I do not own the 'Ghostbusters'.
I do not own the song 'Seasons in the Sun'.
Cameron, very relieved that her little confession was over, set out to embarrass someone else, "Ok, you sa-".
Cameron couldn't finish; the elevator jerked roughly interrupting her, and stealing everyone's attention. It jerked again and dropped harshly; Chase let out a yelp, Cameron let out a little whimper, Greg reached for Angie's elbow in his left hand and his cane in the other and Angela was silent. The elevator stopped and the doors glided open with a ding to show Cuddy, Foreman and two middle-aged men in blue uniforms.
"About bloody time!" Chase squealed from his corner of the newly grounded elevator, scrambling to his feet, to escape the people of the elevator.
"Alright m'am, we're going to have to keep the elevator on the main level until we're sure that all the problems are fixed" One of the uniformed men, whose nametag indicated that he was named Dave, informed Cuddy receiving a nod in return.
Taking one good look at the uniformed men's unique blue uniforms Angela frowned and turned to Cuddy asking, "You called the 'Ghostbusters'?"
"I couldn't find the four of you anywhere and was receiving complaints that one of the elevators wasn't working, so I put two and two together and called maintenance." Dr. Cuddy answered.
"It took you an hour and a half to put two and two together?" House questioned getting up off the floor with the aid of his trusty cane and trusty niece.
Angie leaned against the back wall hopping on one foot, shoving the other in her boot, only falling over once. She strolled out of the elevator after her uncle, but turned to walk down the opposite end of the hall.
"You saved me Lisa Cuddy, you're my hero!" screamed Angie towards to woman's general direction, now slowly walking backwards. Cuddy just shook her head.
"I'll meet you upstairs in my office, I'm going to take one of the elevators that isn't haunted!" House hollered to Angie from his end of the hallway, gladly noticing a bewildered expression on Dave's co-worker's face once he said the word 'haunted'. "Betcha wish you were the 'Ghostbusters' now, huh." He said in his normal, mocking tone.
Angela now slightly jogging down the hall stopped at the bathroom door and rushed into the first unoccupied stall she saw. After all was done she skipped out of the lady's room, not knowing she was being followed.
"We had joy! We had fun! We had sickies in the sun!" Angela sang softly in a funny singsong voice.
"Sickies? I believe the politically correct term is 'patients'," Wilson stated from behind the girl.
"Oh Jimmy. It's not that 'sickies' is politically incorrect, it's just frowned upon…I think."
"I see", Wilson said with a laugh, "well, I've got to go now, cancer waits for no man, but you'll say goodbye if I don't see you later?"
"Of course. I need to go now too, Greg waits for no girl."
House sat in the chair behind his desk and Angela sat in the lounge chair across from him. They had been tossing a tennis ball silently for several minutes; Greg chose now to break the silence.
"Why did you ask her why she liked me?" He throws the ball to Angie.
"I wanted to know for myself, hear it from her, why? Are you mad that I asked?" She throws the ball to Greg.
"No, not mad. I just don't under stand why you care, it's our business how we feel about each other." He throws the ball to Angie.
"I know that, and you aren't usually the one to need a hand in the right direction, but in this case you need a giant shove. You tell her that you don't like her when it's so blatantly obvious that you do have feelings her." She throws the ball to Greg.
"What gives you this very amusing idea that I obviously have feelings for Cameron?" He throws the ball to Angie.
"Well, the most obvious of obvious reasons being that you begged her to come back to work, on your date you gave her a corsage and that you took her to the monster truck show." She throws the ball to Greg.
"I asked her back to work because she's a great doctor and she was the only one I could take to the monster truck show." He threw the ball to Angie.
"If it was a matter of needing a great doctor you would have hired the Jewish chick and she may have been the only one you could've taken, but you did enjoy yourself, didn't you?" She threw the ball at Greg.
"Yes." He waited a few seconds, "What do you think of her?" He waited a few more seconds before throwing the ball back to Angela.
"She almost reminds me of mom, my mom. She's very driven, she sees what she wants and goes for it, she doesn't back down. She's selfless and compassionate, and she likes you." She tossed the ball to House.
He caught it in his left hand and set it down on his desk. He got up from the chair and stalked out of the room as quick as a crippled man could go. He needed to do this, finally, he needed to see her, he was driven.
A/N: Hehe cliffhanger! I'm sorry I wouldn't normally stop here but I have a wicked headache! Next chapter: House and Cameron confront each other and Angie eats animal crackers. Review and I'll type faster. Luv, Lola