July 16th

Mr. Monk is insane but nice.

Mr. House is a little too sane AND insane and mean!

So why do I compare these two? Because they are both brilliant, at least according to my mom. I don't want to sound shallow or anything but brains don't really do it for me. Probably because I'm a straight B-C student and I wouldn't have any good conversations with the brainiacs…

Who knows?

Anyway, we went into the hospital which is huge and very pretty. Unlike the hospitals in San Francisco, which is either all glass windows from the outside and very stuffy on the inside, or those rock-like buildings, this one looks like a school from Victorian England or something. Not that I know that for sure, I'm just coming up with this at the top of my head. Like I said, not to smart.

Anyway, we went into this hospital with Allison leading the way. Everyone kept looking at me and mom sadly and it took me a moment to realize that they probably thought we were visiting someone. Probably my dad – I hate it when people do that.

So, we're on the elevator, get off the elevator into this floor which is diagnostics (all the walls and windows are glass, it makes it all look very future like) and Allison leads us into this room with 'DR. GREGORY HOUSE' on the door with something else under it.

There was a man in there playing with a yo-yo and listening to an Ipod.

It was at this moment that I looked at Mr. Monk. I didn't hear mom chastise him for anything since we entered the hospital and I didn't hear him say anything. I should've figured that it would've been in a hospital that Mr. Monk would feel comfortable except for his apartment. He was looser than I ever saw him, not that it took that much.

House looked up at us the moment we came in warily.

"Please tell me you aren't patients." House said. My mom snorted as she took a seat. I waited to see if Mr. Monk would sit, but when it came clear he wasn't, I took the seat beside him.

"Dr. House, this is my friend, Natalie Teeger, her daughter, Julie, and Natalie's boss, the homicide detective Adrian Monk."

"Mr. Monk, if you please." Mr. Monk said nervously. Mr. Monk didn't like it when people called him Adrian. Only a select few got that privilege…I think.

Dr. House looked at all of us as though we were specimens and I hated it. It was the same look mom gave me when she wanted to figure something out, the only difference here though is that I wasn't aware that I did anything wrong to him yet.

Alli has feelings for this guy? I thought to myself. I'll admit, for older guys, he was H-O-T, but he was such an ass. Allison needs to get a better taste in guys.

It was at about this time that this woman came in wearing her hair up and a short skirt. She ignored everyone in the office except Dr. House.

"You. Clinic. Now." She stated, pointing at the glass door. House scrunched up his face.

"Me. No. Understand. You want. Me in. Now?" He asked. The woman growled at him. I caught a glance at her nametag. It said Dr. Lisa Cuddy.

"House…" She growled under her breath, and yes, I do mean growl. He waved his arms at us.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" He whined. Dr. Cuddy growled again.

"Finish this up and be in the clinic in five minutes or else." She threatened as she stalked out. House watched her go before snorting.

"I'll show them the scene." Allison said. Dr. House nodded slowly… He stood up slowly and started to take his time to get to the clinic. Mom turned to me.

"Julie, you stay he-" She started, but Dr. House didn't let her finish.

"Oh no! I'm not letting some six year old ruin my office!" When he said this I turned to glare at him with my hands on my hips.

"I'm twelve." I said.

"Close enough." He retorted. My mom shook her head and looked to Allison and Mr. Monk but neither of them were much help.

"She can't go to the crime scene and I doubt she'll let me live if I even suggest the daycare." Mom got that right.

"I don't care what you do, as long as she's not in my office." House stated. We heard a small laugh from the corner and turned to see a man there in a white coat. He had dusty brown hair and really big eyebrows.

"Take her with you to the clinic. Maybe if you're lucky, Cuddy'll count it as double time." The man said. His name tag said he was Dr. James Wilson. Dr. House thought about it for a moment before grinning.

"And if not that, it'll at least piss her off." My mom objected to Dr. House using the word 'piss' in front of me which makes no sense because she's said much worse, not to mention what my friends say sometimes.

I'm going to have to stop writing for a bit now. Dr. House is leading me to the clinic.

I hope he doesn't expect me to actually do anything.

Julie