-4-

Christine sat in House's office, waiting for him to come back in to take her home. It had been a few hours after their little deal was 'done'. She likes walking and all that, but if she is part of a deal when she has to walk home, because of a cold-hearted doctor that wouldn't waste five minutes to take her back to the apartment.

She noticed House's grey and red colored tennis ball on his desk. 'Well, you've got to do something while you're waiting...' She thought. She got up and picked it up. She took it back to her chair and threw it up in the air above her and caught it; she repeated that for a while.

Christine then heard the door open and looked up to see a doctor come in; he was actually pretty cute. His blonde hair and green eyes made him look like one of those models you see on big pictures at the mall. The doctor looked at her, dumbfounded. "Um, may I ask who you are?" He said politely.

Christine got up with a smile, setting the tennis ball on the chair she was sitting on. She looked at the gorgeous man again and responded to his question. "I'm Christine. Being held here against my will by Dr. House." She already knew his name, since it said his name on the office door.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, yet extended his hand toward her. "Dr. Chase." He introduced himself.

Christine smiled and took his hand as he shook it slightly. "Nice to meet you." She said. Chase then let go of her hand and smiled at her. "Work for House?" Christine asked.

Chase shook his head. "I used to, but not anymore."

"Then why did you come in here?"

"To see if he wanted me to get him anything while I was on my lunch break."

"That's... very generous of you to do that." Christine said, raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly the door opened and they both turned to see House. "Hey, what are you doing with my girl, Chase?" He asked like a high school jock.

Both Chase and Christine gave him a strange look. "Your girl?" The two said simultaneously.

"House, that was only for Wilson!" Christine hissed at House as she walked up to him.

"And I thought you already left." House said.

"There was no way I was going to walk back to the apartment if I was told to by a cold-hearted person like you!"

House then gave her a sad, mopping kind of expression, placing his free hand on his chest. He gasped in sarcastic shock and said, "You hurt my feelings!"

Christine rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Have to be honest."

House expression completely changed into a crooked smile, leaning towards her. Christine raised an eyebrow, yet her face blushed a little. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Feeling uncomfortable, Chase left the office without saying anything.

Christine took a step back from him. She then gulped and walked around him and left the office as well. She suddenly stopped, feeling a vibration in her pocket. She took out her phone and answered. "Hello, Christine Palmer speaking."

"Hey, cute stuff."

Christine blushed a deep red, knowing right away who it was. She turned to face House through his glass walls. He grinned as his cell phone was up by his ear.

"How the he-" Christine stopped, being an idiot about using her phone still. She hung up (as well did House) and walked back into House's office. "How the heck did you get my number?"

"When I snuck into your apartment room, you had your phone out and I decided to find your number in your phone."

"So not only did you get into my apartment room, but you also took my phone and got my number?!" Christine hissed, "And NEVER call me 'cute stuff' AGAIN!"

House chuckled, sitting in his chair and placing the end of his cane under her chin. "Aren't you a feisty kitty..." He grinned evilly.

Christine nudged his cane away from her and growled.

House sighed and said, "How about I change the end of my deal."

"How about no!"

"Instead of not stalking you for the rest of the day," House continued, oblivious to her protest, "how about I take you out for dinner?"

Christine's eyes grew wide, not expecting him to say something like that. Her cheeks turned pink again. "Now when you mean 'out for dinner', you mean like a... a..."

"Yes, a date." House said blankly like it was no big deal.

It was silent for a few seconds as Christine thought about the offer. She then looked at House, who was waiting patiently for a response. "What should I wear?"

House smirked and said, "Something dressy, but not too dressy." He then took a few tablets of vicodin out of his bottle and threw them in his mouth.

"Alright then." Christine smiled.