Chapter 8
House and Stacey spent practically all of their time together now. They ate lunch in the cafeteria together everyday, except when House decided to actually be nice and take her somewhere nicer. They always had dinners together. Whenever either got a break, they would spend it in the other's office. For the first time in his life, House wasn't running away to Wilson, he was running away to Stacey.
"Move in with me," he said sharply, quickly, and matter-of-factly as he stood in Stacey's office. She was organizing her desk, but she began to laugh when House said these words.
"What?" he asked.
"What?" she said, "You can't be serious... we've only been together for what? One week?"
"So."
"Greg," she looked up to reject the offer as lightly as she could, but only saw those icy blue eyes near her, those eyes that she couldn't bare to look away from. Sure, it had only been two weeks, but no one had ever made her feel this way. Forgetting her original plan of rejecting, she said, "You jerk," without even thinking.
"Why Stacey," said House, "That's just rude."
Stacey laughed and agreed to move in with him.
"So..." said House, "You like golf?" Stacey smiled.
It was odd how little they knew about each other, and yet how connected they already felt. House had never acted so irrationally when it came to women, but something about her was different. Something... but what was it?
"Dr. House?" House turned around to see Dr. Riley standing Stacey's doorway.
"We need a new hiding spot," he said turning to Stacey, "How 'bout the broom closet?" he said wiggling his eyebrows.
Riley didn't know yet what to think of this comment. "Um... Dr. House, someone's in your office waiting to see you." House sighed and walked Riley back to their diagnostic chamber. Hurrah, more fellows.