Time to Party

James and Robert had finally met up with House who was still resting in Cuddy's office. James looked concerned as to why House was laid up on the sofa, but Robert just remained oblivious to everything.

"Why are you wearing a wedding ring?" House observed looking up at Wilson smirking.

"Because my cover is that I'm married to the agent we're going to meet at Voglar's party." James said stiffly.

"Ever seen the film Mr and Mrs Smith?" House asked.

"No. I was a bit preoccupied with fighting out in the desert."

"Oh, you missed a great film. Especially with Angelina Jolie wielding a gun."

"Is there any point to this conversation House?" James asked restlessly.

"Didn't she have a gun in the Tomb Raider movies?" Robert asked.

"Yeah." House replied "But who likes movies which originate from video games?" House asked, "Anyway Wilson…"

"The name is James."

"Wilson. The basic plot is that they're both secret agents and they don't know it, but they're married to each other and then they get assigned to kill each other."

"Let me run to the video store and rent it out." Wilson said sarcastically.

"Hey! I'm the only one who's allowed to use the sarcasm here."

Wilson was just about to tell House that it didn't say anything in the contact about House being the only one to use sarcasm, when Cuddy entered the room.

"Right, your car is ready." She informed the three men.

"Goodie. Is it a sports car?" House asked getting up from the sofa.

"Not exactly." She replied.

"What? I can't go to the party James Bond style?" he said gob smacked.

"Do you want to give yourself away as soon as you get there?"

"Well no…"

"Then be happy with what you're given, it may not look much but it does have some "James Bond style" gadgets in there."

"Oooh. Like what?" House asked brightening up.

"There's an ejector seat, smoke bombs, tracking device…all the stuff that makes the enemy slow down." Cuddy said listing all the mod cons.

"So what car is it?"

"A Ford Escort."

"What?! Couldn't you spend out a little?" House said outraged.

"Knowing you House, it would probably get smashed up in a matter of seconds."

"Who's to say I'm driving? I may make Wilson drive."

"What are you going to do if I don't know how to drive?" Wilson asked.

"Don't they teach you anything in the army?" House shouted. "And I'm not letting junior drive either."

"House, I'm twenty eight. I know how to drive a car." Chase said smoothly.

"You drive on the wrong side of the road. You are not driving." House said over his shoulder.

"Why are you making a big deal about this?" Cuddy asked.

"Because A) I haven't got a decent car to arrive in and B) I have no driver."

"But you can drive." Cuddy said lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I was hoping someone else could drive for me."

"Well Robert can drive." Cuddy said not understanding House at all.

"I'll have to drive then." House concluded, ignoring Cuddy's comment.

"Well get going otherwise you'll be late." Cuddy said urging them out of her office.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" House asked as he was about to walk out.

"What?" she said placing her hands on her hips.

"Being late is fashionable now."

"Just go already." She said waving away House's comment.

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The three men arrived at Voglar's party an hour late.

They had all gone home to get dressed up and House didn't pick them up until half an hour after the party had started.

Chase and Wilson looked very smart in their tuxedos; House however was wearing his usual attire of a Rolling Stones t-shirt, a black blazer, black trousers and black converses.

"And what was the point of you going home?" Wilson asked as he adjusted his cufflinks. He was sitting in the passenger seat and Chase was in the back.

"To catch the latest episode of Gray's Anatomy." House smirked.

"Did you bring your cane with you?" Chase asked.

"No." came the reply from the driver's seat.

"You're going to blow our cover!" Wilson shouted.

"Calm down Action Man. I just won't make myself known."

"From what I've heard you always make yourself known." Wilson said.

"We're here." Chase informed the bickering pair.

As they got out the car the valet parking approached them.

"Would you like me to take your car sir?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can take it to the scrap yard." House joked.

The valet driver raised an eyebrow taking him seriously.

"I was joking." House said slowly to patronise the driver.

"Oh." He said.

House chucked the keys to him and said "I want it back in one piece."

"Most certainly sir."

As House, Wilson and Chase walked into the lobby. A brunette walked gracefully over to them. She was around Chase's age and she was wearing a blue cocktail dress.

"Hello honey." She said kissing Wilson on the cheek. "How was work?"

House and Chase's tongues fell out of their mouths; this was the agent they were going to be working with!

Wilson just smirked and thanked God that they were 'married' for the night, he hoped maybe even longer.

"So are you going to introduce me to your friends?" She asked with a smile taking Wilson's hand in her own.

"This is Robert Chase. He's a Chemist, and this is Gregory House. He's a doctor in the local hospital."

She shook both of their hands, House didn't want to let go of her perfectly manicured hand, as she spoke he imagined her in low riding jeans and a lab coat.

"Let's hope I don't have to see you at the hospital soon Dr. House." She smiled.

"I'm great with physicals. I don't have cold hands." House said showing a hint of a smile.

"Come on honey. Let's go get some punch." Wilson said steering her away with a hand round her waist.

"See you in a bit…" House waited for her answer.

"Allison."

"See you in a bit Allison."

Then there was Chase and House left in the lobby.

"I'll go look for Voglar." Chase said slipping off.

"And I'll go and sit at the bar." House said to himself.

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