The next day, Cuddy had enlightened Joan with the details of her run in with House the previous day and the result was delight.
"He said what?"
"He said, and I quote" keep a shrink around here long enough and pretty soon all your doctors will need therapy."
Unfortunately, the man in question chose that moment to make his appearance after listening in on what should have been a private conversation.
"Actually, I said they'll all be sick in the head but an A for effort non the less."
"What are you doing here House? You don't usually get in until eleven and its only 9:30."
"I had some business to attend too. (Nodding towards Joan) We meet again."
"It looks that way."
As they stared each other down, there was an air about the room that suggested a bomb was about to be dropped well, not on Cuddy's watch. Becoming more fed up by the minute, the
dean of medicine stepped in the middle of the two while standing her ground.
"You two can exchange sarcastic remarks another time. Right now, I am going to show Joan to her office and House I think you know the way out by now."
Being ushered out of a room was something House had grown accustomed to over the years but never without the last word. Unfortunately, before the diagnostician could think of one the
door was shut in his face.
Women, they all work together. Smirking to himself, House limped down the hall and over to the elevator hoping to catch some shut eye before his team showed up.
After getting off the elevator on the second floor and limping over to the conference room House could feel the relief run through him as he made way inside. Unfortunately, any hope of
catching some sleep was short lived at the sight of Foreman sitting at the table.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I work here. (Pause) I could ask you the same question. You don't usually show up until lunch."
"What can I say? Something inside of me wanted to be adventurous and what's more adventurous then showing up for work on time?"
Rolling his eyes at this comment House limped over to his office while shooting a glare towards his colleague.
"Foreman, if anybody asks I'm not here and your in charge until I get back."
"Where are you going?"
At this moment, a thought came to mind and House decided to try it out. If Cuddy insisted upon hiring a psychiatrist why couldn't he have a little fun in the middle of this massacre.
"Taking a mental break."
Arching an eye brow at this comment, the neurologist shot his boss a questioning glare.
"Right."
"Don't ask."
As House limped out of the room, he was sure he heard Foreman whisper something that sounded like "I don't plan to" under his breath.
Meanwhile…
"What was that about?"
"Oh don't worry about him, House is really harmless once you get to know him."
"Yes, I'll…try to remember that."
Joan had no idea what had set off this brawl between her and doctor House. The only thing she might have done to earn his disapproval was refuse to take any of his crap when they first
met. But then, in retrospect, what was she supposed to do just stand there and take it?
"I'm sure you will. Anyway, in the mean time I would just stay out of his way."
"I just don't see why he has an obviously strong dislike towards me? But, I bet he's like that with everyone right?"
"Yes, except Doctor Wilson who is the head of our oncology department. Some how, they get each other."
Interesting. "hmm, okay, Thanks Doctor Cuddy. Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
"There's just one more thing…(pause) Good Luck."
This being said, the dean of medicine left the room while Joan began to flash back to the days of her youth when times were simpler.