TWO WEEKS TO NOTICE:
Day two

You come into work early. He is there already. You make your way into his office before after you stare at him for quite a while.

You move in front of him where he is sitting in his chair, and he looks up at you giving you a skeptical look. "You look like you want to give me a lap dance." He commented not moving from his current spot. "You wish, I need to sort the mail," You say as you nudge him to move…but he doesn't.

You take this as a sign to further your plan. You stand in front of him; his eyes are just as the perfect level to see your butt in those hip huggers you decided to wear today, something to peek his curiosity. Your shirt is a little shorter than usual and when you bend to grab the mouse your shirt rides up, showing a small tattoo that you got when you were sixteen.

"House I can't sort the mail this way, I'm going to hurt my back," You say looking back at him, for about the millionth time this week catching him staring at you.

"That tattoo must have hurt your back." He replies back to you smirking, and you pretend like you didn't want him to notice, pulling down your shirt so that is no longer able to be seen.

He moves from the chair and into the conference room to get some coffee, and you know that there is none made. He limps back into his office frustrated and you peer up at him over your glasses. "What's wrong?" You already know, but play dumb.

"The coffee is not made." He grumbles and takes back his seat by whacking you in the leg with his cane. You smile and stand up, "What are you going to do without me House?" You ask mockingly and move to make the coffee like you always so…it's routine.

You grab his cup and fill it for him. "Just the way you like it." You smile an angelic smile and brush back your hair as you walk out of the office swaying your hips from side to side.

You can feel his eyes watching you, all part of the plan.

Its lunch again and today you see House and Wilson, and you make your presence known to them.

You grab Wilson's shoulder as you make your way by him. "Hey Wilson, can I talk to you after lunch?" You look at him with your innocent eyes, pleading with him to agree. "Sure, meet me in my office," He manages to spit out as he knows House is glaring at him, and his mind is reeling trying to figure out what is going on, but so is Wilson's.

You meet him in his office right after, he only got there a few minutes before you and he is looking at the papers on his desk, pretending to read them.

He looks up at you and waves his hand for you to sit down. You do. "Thanks for taking the time to talk to me Wilson, I just came to tell you that I quit and I'll be leaving next week." You hold your head down a bit, waiting for the question you know will come.

"What? Why?" He asks and you look up with a puzzled look upon your face.

"House never told you I was leaving?" You knew he wouldn't tell Wilson, because he figures he can get you to stay. "…I can't tell you why, but I'm sure House will tell you," you say and you stand to leave, but before you go you give the confused Wilson a hug.

You know as soon as you leave tonight, Wilson will tell House exactly what you told him.

It is the end of the day, so you pack up and leave, knowing you will be able to sleep well tonight, and that House certainly won't.

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