ok. so Cuddy heard House on the phone talking to Chase...what's going to happen? Read and see... Huddy-focused chapter (the next one is too)

Chapter 35:

For the next two days, Cuddy did not hear House speak a word in regards to the phone call he had received in the early hours of the morning on Saturday. He acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and that he didn't receive an uninvited phone call from his (former) employee who was now in prison.

Cuddy didn't pressure him to tell her either. Partly because she wanted to see if he would tell her on his own. But he wouldn't.

Monday, around mid-morning, Lisa Cuddy was sitting in her office, seated behind her desk looking at her computer screen where the December hospital budget spreadsheet was displayed on the screen, when suddenly Allison Cameron barged in without knocking and took a seat on one of the two chairs in front of the desk. She didn't say anything for a moment and just fiddled with her hands, which were tightly clasped together in her lap.

Finally, Cuddy glanced away from her computer screen and looked towards the younger doctor. "Can I help you, Doctor Cameron?" she began, in a professional manner.

Cameron still didn't say anything and continually stared at her hands, which were nervously situated in her lap. Cuddy fixed her with a questionable look.

"House is helping Chase with a case!" Cameron finally blurted out after she couldn't take it any longer. She looked up, almost in fear of not knowing how the woman in front of her would react to this somewhat vital piece of information.

However, much to Cameron's surprise, the woman remained fairly levelheaded. "I know," Cuddy said calmly, looking at her.

Cameron gaped at her, not thinking of any other possible scenario except, "You knew?" She stared at Cuddy in utter amazement. "But. . . but. . . House said not to tell you!" she finally exclaimed, staring wide eyed.

Cuddy let a soft chuckle escape from her lips as she leaned back in her leather chair and clasped both her hands together in front of her on her small belly, as she fixed her employee with an amiable stare.

"Cameron," she began calmly, "Greg doesn't know that I know." She paused, and watched as Cameron arched a single eyebrow, curiously.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Cameron asked, intrigued, as she fixed the woman sitting in front of her with a questionable look.

Cuddy smiled as she leaned forward in her chair, placing her elbows on her desk, interlacing her fingers together. Leaning her chin on top of her fingers, she said nonchalantly, "Let's just say that a voice tends to carry through a silent apartment with wood floors."

Cameron's mouth dropped open. "You heard him on the phone?" she exclaimed.

Cuddy nodded. "It was 2:30 in the morning. The phone rang and I heard it stop after one ring. I woke up and Greg told me to go back to sleep."

"But you didn't," Cameron interjected, knowingly.

"That's right," Cuddy said, nodding. "So he went out into the living room and I heard the conversation." She paused then added, "Well, his side anyway."

Cameron stared at her. "And he has no idea you heard him talking to Chase?" she prodded anxiously.

Nodding again, Cuddy said, "He hung up the phone and then came right back to bed." She cast her eyes downward for a moment before speaking again. Her voice sounded quieter, with a hint of sadness.

"I didn't bring it up all weekend because I was waiting for him to tell me on his own." She looked back up, locking eyes with Cameron.

"But he didn't," she finished out.

Cameron swallowed. "So what are you going to do?" she whispered.

Cuddy ignored the question and continued on as if Cameron had not spoken. "I mean," she continued, "to lie to me about who was on the phone?" She looked at Cameron again. "I bet if I didn't know what was going on; if I didn't hear Greg talking, I bet you I would not know what was going on, and Greg still would have probably done the case behind my back."

Cameron raised her eyebrow as she gave Cuddy a wistful look. "Well, you don't really know that."

Cuddy gave her a 'you can't be serious' look, and chuckled softly as her mouth turned upwards into a grin. "Cameron, I've known House since college. I'm pretty sure I know how he operates by now."

Cameron agreed. "So what are you going to do?" she asked again.

Sighing, Cuddy leaned back in her chair and ran a hand down her face. "I'm going to go up there later and tell him what I just told you." She stood up, letting Cameron know that the conversation was indeed over.

Standing up, Cameron said, "Well, good luck, Lisa." She walked over to the door with Cuddy following behind her.

With her hand on the door handle, she turned back. "Oh by the way, when will you know?" She gestured towards Cuddy's small belly.

Cuddy smiled. "We find out tomorrow," she said, happily.

"Well good luck with that, too," Cameron told her sincerely, as she opened the door and stepped out.

While Cameron headed back upstairs, Cuddy sat down behind her desk again. As she rubbed her stomach, she felt the baby inside her kick.

"I'm so mad at your daddy right now."

"Still have the fever?" House said aloud, as he twirled a black marker in his hand, and stared at the whiteboard in front of him.

House, Foreman, and Cameron were in the conference room while Chase was on speaker phone. Chase was giving them details about the patient.

"Yeah. It's pretty persistent." Chase's voice sounded through the entire room.

"What's the highest that it's been?" Foreman asked curiously.

Before answering him, Chase consulted the chart in front of him, flipping a few pages. "Let's see . . . well, it was the highest last night, 102.4, but it went down today, only just slightly."

"And he still can't hold anything down?" House asked as he wrote on the whiteboard without turning towards the phone.

"Nope," Chase answered him.

"How's his breathing?" Foreman asked.

"Still not very good," Chase answered him. "It stopped in the middle of the night on Friday, but then obviously we got him breathing again."

"Wow," House finally interrupted sarcastically as he turned away from the board, "you got his breathing started again. Congratulations, you get a gold star," he finished out, his words dripping heavy with sarcasm.

Cameron had had enough. Slamming her fist angrily on the surface of the glass table, she stared daggers at her boss. "House, stop it!" she yelled, her eyes glazing in resentment as her dark eyes locked with his light blue ones.

House said nothing and stared back at his employee. Foreman too gazed at his colleague in utter amazement.

House held her gaze in silence for a few moments more and then spoke. "How have his seizures been, Chase?" he asked coldly, without taking his eyes off Cameron.

Chase exhaled, glad that the yelling was over. "He only had one minor one since the one I told you about the other night."

House smirked. "See Cameron? That wasn't too hard, was it?" he mocked, staring at her, "Just get right back to the med- ."

All of a sudden, he stopped talking in mid sentence. His words seemed to just vanish into the air as he saw Cuddy standing in the doorway to his office, staring straight at him.

He slowly closed his mouth, which had been slightly open, and chose not to say anything. He swallowed nervously and blinked.

Cuddy's eyes narrowed. "Hang up the phone," she commanded in a low voice, while keeping her eyes locked onto House's.

Without breaking eye contact with her, House disconnected the phone call and slowly laid the phone back in its cradle. Foreman and Cameron both waited with batted breath, saying nothing, and just stared at House and Cuddy.

Advancing slowly into the office, while still staring at House in front of her, Cuddy said sharply, "Foreman, Cameron, can you excuse us for a moment, please?"

Without a word, the two doctors' stood up and made their way to the door.

Turning back to House, Cuddy said coldly, "Sit down" as she pointed her finger towards a chair.

She turned towards the door before continuing and gave Foreman and Cameron an apologetic smile. "I'll be sure to come get you when I finish up here."

Once Foreman and Cameron had left the room, Cuddy rounded on House.

"Are you going to explain yourself or just stare at me like a deer in headlights all day?" she spat out angrily at him.

House swallowed and looked down at the carpet. He couldn't bring himself to look in her face. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Cuddy began to walk towards him. "Well, sorry isn't going to cut it," she whispered angrily.

"H-How'd you find out?"

Cuddy stopped walking and looked at him. "Hmm, let's see," she began in mock sarcasm, "couldn't possibly be the fact that you received a phone call at 2:30 in the fucking morning," she spat out angrily, her voice getting higher and higher as she went on.

"Lisa, calm down," House told her in a low voice as he noticed her cheeks were beginning to look rather flushed. Although House had to admit that she did look incredibly sexy when she was pissed off, he wasn't thinking about that aspect but instead, of her health, as she progressed with her pregnancy.

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. "Calm down?" Cuddy shrieked out, looking utterly livid. "Don't tell me to calm down, ok Greg?"

Turning away from him, she closed her eyes and took a much needed deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Are you ok?" House asked concerned as he looked at her.

Cuddy spun around to face him. "I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth. "Don't tell me to calm down," she repeated in a low voice.

Before House even had a chance to respond, she continued.

"I heard the whole conversation."

House was confused. "What, just now?"

Cuddy exhaled as she looked down. "No Greg," she said bitterly, picking her head up to lock eyes with him. "The one on Friday morning."

House stared at her, as it suddenly dawned on him. "But. . . but," he sputtered, "you were asleep—you couldn't have. . ."

"Do the words 'if Lisa wakes up, you're dead' or 'Lisa, its nobody. Go back to sleep' mean anything to you?" Cuddy asked him in a cold voice. Pausing to compose herself, she looked House straight in the eye before speaking again.

"You lied to me, Greg," she said softly, her eyes full of hurt. "And then," she continued, her voice getting higher and angrier as she went on, "you went behind my back to help him!"

"I was going to ask you about the phone call, but no, you know what? I said to myself 'He's a grown man. He'll tell me on his own' . . . but no, Greg, that didn't happen!" Cuddy spat out, angrily.

"And," she continued, before he even had a chance to speak, "do not tell me that you were going to tell me." She circled the chair that he was sitting on. "Because I know you weren't. Am I right?"

House said nothing and bowed his head low, staring at the floor.

"Answer me!" Cuddy roared.

"Lisa, calm down. Your BP is probably sky rocketing right now," House said softly, as he picked his head up to meet her gaze.

"Greg, I don't give a damn about my BP right now, ok?" said Cuddy through clenched teeth.

"Well you should," House said coldly. "High blood pressure during pregnancy isn't good, which I'm assuming you know because I'm assuming you went to medical school," he finished out, with a sneer.

Cuddy suddenly stopped, caught off guard for a moment. She simply stared at him, momentarily unable to speak.

"And you know I'm right," House continued, as a smile began to form on his lips.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes, trying very hard not to crack a smirk. "So you figure playing the 'doctor' card will get you out of trouble?"

House shrugged. "It's worth a shot," he replied nonchalantly while his eyes sparkled mischievously.

"I'll make you a deal," Cuddy told him, smirking.

House wiggled his eyebrows as he became interested. "And what is this deal you are proposing, Doctor Cuddy?"

"You call Chase back and tell him you can't continue the case," she told him, with her hands on her hips.

House sighed in relief. "Well that's not too bad."

Cuddy let a soft chuckle escape from her lips as she gave a lingering once over the man seated before her. "Who said I was done?"

That wiped the smirk off House's face.

"Triple clinic duty and you have to clean both the ICU and the locker room floors. And I might make you do supervised rounds," Cuddy told him. "And no having your team help you," she finished out, coldly.

"Can I at least check your BP?" House asked in a small voice.

Cuddy exhaled through her nose without looking at him. "Fine," she said coldly, "Let's see if you can keep up, gimpy."

Without another word to him, she turned and strode out of the office.

As Cuddy went ahead of him into one of the clinic exam rooms, House told one of the nurses to procure a blood pressure cuff, and then he followed Cuddy into the exam room, shutting the door behind him.

"Get on the table," House said, offering his hand to help Cuddy up. She ignored him and managed to lift herself up onto the table without looking at him.

"Are you going to just give me the silent treatment or you gonna say something?" House said, looking at her.

Without looking at him, Cuddy focused on a spot on the opposite wall that she found particularly far more interesting than the man in front of her at the moment.

"The silent treatment seems to be working out so far," she said coolly, still staring past him at the wall.

Limping towards her, House leaned his cane on the side of the exam table. He placed his thumb and forefinger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Hey."

When she still refused to look at him, House tried again.

"Lisa, look at me." It was soft, pleading.

Slowly, Cuddy brought her eyes up to look into his face. She really didn't have any other choice seeing as her chin was still being forcefully trapped by his hand.

"I'm sorry." House's eyes bore into hers as he spoke those two words softly.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes. "Yea. You told me that already," she replied, in a bored tone of voice.

Annoyed, House stepped back and threw him hands up in the air, in immediate irritation. "What do I have to do, huh, Lisa?" he exclaimed. "What do I have to do to make you happy and for this all to go away?" he roared out.

"Because clearly you're not telling me," he spat out, staring at her in utmost disgust.

"I already told you, Greg," Cuddy said, bitterly, as she tried to keep her voice level. "Don't lie to me about the phone calls from Chase, and don't go behind my back," she began coldly.

House cut her off before she had a chance to finish her thought. "Technically, I didn't lie to you because I didn't even tell you about it."

"That's not the fucking point!" Cuddy roared out deafeningly, looking as if in about two seconds, she was going to strangle the man in front of her.

A knock on the door interrupted them and before House could tell whoever it was to go away, the door opened, and Foreman and Cameron stepped in.

"We thought we heard your delightful tone of voice echoing throughout the entire clinic," Foreman started to say, but suddenly stopped as he took in the scene before him, immediately feeling the tension in the air around him.

Cuddy was seated on the exam table staring daggers at House, looking absolutely livid; fire danced passionately in her eyes. House had his jaw clenched, the vein in his neck pulsating as though it was going to burst at any moment, and he was staring at Cuddy with narrowed eyes.

"What?" House snapped at once, as he turned his head to face his two employees, who both were feeling that they stepped into something they shouldn't have.

"…Uh. . . we found a patient," Foreman said quickly, glancing sideways at Cameron.

House looked as though he was about to kill anyone who spoke to him. He rounded upon his employee in a fit of rage. "I don't ruddy care that you've found a patient!" he yelled.

Just then, a nurse poked her head in the doorway. "Uh, Dr House?" she said timidly, "here's the cuff you requested."

Limping over to the nurse, House took it without saying any word of thanks and turned back to face Cuddy.

"Hold your arm out," he said, as he limped back to where she was sitting.

Cuddy didn't budge. "You need to calm down," she said coldly.

"Oh I need to calm down?" House said, his voice starting to rise again. "I highly doubt that seeing as my health isn't at risk," he said, staring at her through narrowed eyes.

Cuddy didn't say anything. Her jaw was clenched and she was staring anywhere but at House. Closing her eyes, she exhaled slowly.

When he didn't get a response, House repeated, "Hold out your arm."

Still without looking at him, Cuddy flung out her left arm carelessly as she met Cameron's gaze.

"Make a fist," House said bitterly, when he wrapped the black Velcro cuff around her upper arm.

"What are you two still doing here?" he said, without turning towards Foreman or Cameron, as he pumped with his hand to fully inflate the cuff.

"Making sure you two don't kill each other," Cameron retorted as she glanced at him.

"Ha ha. Very funny," House said coldly. He turned back to the sphygmomanometer and with a smirk said, "Wow. That's a real shocker, Lisa. Congratulations, you have high blood pressure."

Cuddy didn't laugh.

"170/95," House said, finally looking at her. "Yeah, that's not high at all," he said sarcastically.

"Gee, I wonder why it's that high," Cuddy said through gritted teeth as she stared at him. "Couldn't possibly be because of you."

House was about to answer but suddenly he remembered that there were other people in the room. "Don't you two have somewhere to be?" he sneered, turning away from Cuddy to look at the two doctors.

Foreman was about to answer no but Cameron said, "We were just going." She practically dragged Foreman by the arm to the door.

"Oh hey Foreman," House called after him, "would you mind going upstairs to maternity and getting me a fetal heart monitor?"

Cuddy's head snapped towards him. "Greg, I don't need—"

"Is this coming from the same woman who didn't want me to check her BP either?" House demanded lightly, as he watched Cuddy rub her belly with her hand as she looked away from him, not answering his question.

House glared dangerously at Foreman and Cameron, and then said, "You know what? Foreman, never mind. I'll get it myself." And with that, he limped towards the door.

"Greg, no," Cuddy started, "I'm fine. Don't," Her words hovered in the air to deaf ears as House was already out of the room.

As she turned away from the door, Cuddy exhaled in frustration and glanced down at her small protruding belly.

"Are you and House—" Cameron began in a quiet voice.

"We're fine," Cuddy replied curtly, cutting her off, "Thank you, Dr. Cameron." Not wanting to press the issue any further, she lifted her eyes to meet Cameron's.

Cameron understood and nodded. There was a fine line when it came to employee's personal lives and their work lives, and Cameron knew that she was close to overstepping it.

After Cameron and Foreman left the exam room, Cuddy let herself down off the table. As she collected the blood pressure supplies, she forced herself to close her eyes, take a deep breath and not let the tears - that have been threatening to fall since Friday - come to the surface.

TBC... (Just forewarning: I am not one to break Huddy up, just sayin'.)

Next few chapters are kinda sappy. :D Also, they will find out the sex of the baby soon. And don't forget about John's job interview which is coming up soon as well.