Flirting in the Canteen
AN: Woooo! I've finally updated! It would've been last night but the stupid documents manager wouldn't recognise the file :(
But all is good and here it is.
House was in the canteen flirting with Stacey.
"House, I'm married. Leave me alone." She said walking over to a table with a gray tray full of food in her hands.
"Come on. You know you can't resist me." He said arrogantly as he took a seat opposite of her.
"Haven't you got a mission to be going on?" she asked whilst picking up a sandwich.
"Well my team just simply haven't woken up to the matters in hand yet." He smiled.
"What have you done?"
"I haven't done a thing." He replied innocently, but there was a twinkle of mischief in his icy blue eyes.
"So why are they not with you?" Stacey asked, taking a sip of her cappuccino.
As she lowered the cup it revealed a foam moustache which House couldn't help but laugh at.
"What?" she asked paranoid.
"You have a…" he indicated to her upper lip.
Stacey quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped some of it off but not all.
"Here." House said taking a napkin and moving around to her.
"I can do it." Stacey had taking the napkin from his incoming hand; she knew from experience that physical touch made her melt for him. But she was a married woman now and Gregory House was not to get what he wanted. She was stronger than that.
Cuddy had entered the canteen and instantly spotted House looking dreamily into Stacey's eyes as she rubbed the rest of the foam from her lip.
"Where are James and Robert?" Cuddy asked with her hand on her hips.
House stood up from his chair and looked down at her.
"They are what you call…asleep on the job." He smirked.
"I find that hard to believe House."
"Don't believe me? Come to Foreman's Lab then."
"Didn't I send you down there to collect your gadgets?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah you did."
"And did Foreman give you the cane?"
"Yeah, you know it's pretty mean to make me a cripple again…and here I thought you wanted me better all of those months ago."
"I was a good disguise and you know the enemy wouldn't suspect you as an agent."
"But it just brings back all the painful memories…" House mocked, but his leg presented him with a stabbing pain and he buckled to the ground.
"House? Are you ok?" Cuddy asked concerned.
"Vicodin." Were the only words House could manage in all his pain.
"We don't have any here." Cuddy said helping him up from the floor. "Stacey, go to House's office and look for his Vicodin."
"It's in…desk drawer." House gasped.
Stacey ran out of sight and everyone in the canteen was now looking at the drama going on.
"Nothing to see here." Cuddy said leading House out of the canteen. "My office is only down the hall…hold on."
House nodded and let himself be lead by his Boss to her office.
"If I wasn't in so much pain Cuddy, I'd think you'd want to have your wicked way with me." House smiled.
"You wish Greg."
As they entered the office he hopped over to the sofa and lay out.
Cuddy picked up the phone and dialled down to House's office to notify Stacey of the change of their location.
Within no time Stacey was back and holding a bottle of Vicodin.
"Thanks." He said as he poured two out into his palm, he gulped them down dry and waited for them to work their magic.
"You can go back to your lunch break now Stacey." Cuddy said.
As Stacey went to leave House came out with,
"Aren't you going to stay and mop my brow?"
"You're not dying so I don't see the need to."
"I couldn't have said it better myself." Cuddy said smiling over to Stacey. "You can have an extra fifteen minutes on top of your lunch."
"Thanks Lisa." And with that Stacey walked out of the office.
Cuddy walked over from her desk and sat herself in a chair. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on either side of the armrests.
"I don't think you're ready." She concluded.
"What? It's just a little leg pain. So long as I have the Vicodin with me…"
"What if you forget your Vicodin? You put yourself in danger and you put your colleagues in danger. Is that what you want to happen?"
"I wouldn't mind putting Chase and Wilson in danger…" House joked.
"Not funny. You are responsible for them. If they screw up. You screw up, and vice versa."
"Look, this is an opportunity of a lifetime you've given me. Why let a little leg pain stop me from doing that? If my leg starts to play up some more, then I'll take myself off. Ok?"
"Ok then." Cuddy said shaking his hand in agreement.
Little did Cuddy know that House wouldn't tell her if he was having worse leg pain. No one needed to know.
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James and Robert had finally woken up on the cold floor.
Robert shivered and found he was lying on something relatively warm; he looked down to see James underneath him.
"Comfy?" James asked sarcastically.
"Yeah I was thanks."
"You planning on getting your ass off me anytime soon?"
"Oh, sorry." Robert said rising up from the floor. His muscles were aching from the cold, although he was thoroughly refreshed from his sleep.
Foreman was sitting up from his position over the table; he stretched and continued talking as if they hadn't just been asleep.
"Robert, here's a ring." Foreman said presenting Chase with a silver band.
"What's it do?" Chase asked as he put it on his third finger of his right hand.
"It contains a tracking device and has a small microphone, so if you get stuck somewhere House can receive you from the bottom bit of his cane." Foreman paused and looked around the lab. "Where is House?"
"I have no idea." Wilson said rubbing the back of his head. He felt like he'd been out on a stake out all night, Chase sleeping on top of him hadn't been one of the most pleasant sleeps of his life.
"James you have one of these too." Foreman said presenting the same style ring but in gold. "Now you have to wear it on your wedding finger." Foreman informed Wilson.
"Why's that?" Wilson asked.
"Because your cover is that you are married to the woman agent you'll be meeting later on."
"What's her name?"
"Allison Cameron."
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