This was a quick update. I've already started the next one, which is going to include some interesting stuff about Clair & Cuddy. It's not all that funny, so I tried to make this one funny. Yipeees!

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"He's stalking you!" I yelled as she sauntered into my office, including an odd hand motion which slightly resembled strangling someone, just for effect.

"House?" Lisa asked innocently.

"Of course, House! He interrogates me about you every single morning!" I was near to the boiling point now. He really was more than I imagined. He did anything to aggravate her, his crude comments were unceasing, and I swear he knows more about her than I do! What is wrong with this man?

"He's not a stalker. He has an overly curious mind."

"He tracks when your period is. He follows you whenever you have a date. He stole your medical records yesterday! And you're trying to tell me that he's just figuring out one of his little puzzles! Why haven't you fired him? Do you like being stalked?" It was a little bit of a rant, which was replied to simply with a pout and a huff. I had only been working at Princeton-Plainsboro a week, and most of it had been spent introducing myself to every single cardiologist in this hugantic hospital, but if there's one thing I know, I know that Lisa certainly didn't dislike having House around. Oh, the teasing. It's almost disgusting.

"He's my friend. I trust him," she huffed, "and you didn't do your clinic hours yesterday!"

And with that, she dashed from the room. I defiantly shut the file I was reading, even though she wasn't there anymore, and clicked off to the elevators. To the clinic I go!

I stood behind the nurses' station, trying to sort out the medical history of Jean Massey, when a strange conversation between the pink-haired nurse simply known as 'Lollipop' and the really short nurse named Suzanne caught my… ear.

"Huddy alert!" whispered Lollipop.

"Where?" replied Suzanne.

"Nine o'clock."

I turned my head. Nothing of any interest was over at 'nine o'clock'. Lisa and House were arguing (typical), and a man was blowing his nose (also typical).

"Huddy?" I stated confusedly.

"Shhhhh!" cried Lollipop.

"House and Cuddy," her cohort continued to whisper, now addressing me.

"What about them?" I looked between the round and eager nurse faces.

"Look at 'em," Lollipop said as though it was the most suspicious thing ever to be arguing, "he's so obviously obsessed with her, and she's so obviously soaking up the attention like a sponge."

"I think they're sleeping together," Suzanne confided.

Who knew nurses could be so observant and… gossipy?

"I wish someone would just figure out what's actually going on with them," Lollipop said with finality, and the two whisked off to their tasks. I first pondered momentarily the insanity in anyone actually wanting to be called Lollipop, and then I proceeded to discover that they were right. Something more was definitely going on with this 'Huddy' nonsense, and someone ought to figure it out. Who better for the job than someone like me? I was an expert on Huddy, and no one could get the inside scoop from Lisa like I could. Not to mention that I now had the backing of two seemingly very knowledgeable nurses, who I'm sure would be more than willing to help if I needed it. And one more thing…

James Wilson, Head of Oncology

I knocked slowly and carefully. I heard what sounded faintly like 'come in'. So I pushed the door open, just to, once again, be shocked by irrefutable perfection. I quickly shook myself out of it though, because I knew that this was first and foremost, an important business matter. A secret mission. A necessary task.

"Dr. Flowers, nice to see you!"

"Call me Clair," I replied quickly, as I waved a hand at his greeting.

"Okay, Clair, what's up?"

"I was wondering," I paused as I made myself comfortable in one of his chairs, "what is the deal with Lisa and House? Do you know?" He looked at me with one fluffy eyebrow cocked for a moment.

"I know them well enough to know that neither of them would admit to there being a 'deal' with them."

"Do they have a history?" I said quietly, even though we were in the safe confines of his office.

"I only know so much," he held up his hands as though he were surrendering.

"But you do know-" I let my voice trail away.

"That you're a very nosy young woman."

"So you don't know?" I accused. He sighed, seeming to wonder if he should say anything.

"I know that House finds Cuddy a very interesting subject," Wilson said diplomatically, "how far that interest goes or how far that interest is reciprocated, I can't say. I also know that someone really should find out."

"I am going to find out," I replied, "I'm going undercover to unveil the mystery of Huddy."

"I think I like you."

"You in?"

"How can I resist? I always wanted to be a secret agent!"