House couldn't manage to find his voice to say anything. Victoria's smile widened and her eyes shined, she loved stumping her know-it-all big brother who thought he was God's gift to medicine.
"I'm fine by the way thanks for asking, mom and dad are good too, so glad to hear you are worried about their health." Sarcasm seemed to run in the family, must be in the genes.
"What are you doing here?," House managed to say.
"I love you too," Victoria answered.
House gave her an evil glare and she stuck out her tongue in response.
"So mature," House stated.
"I thought so," she retorted.
House opened his mouth to say something but Cameron poked her head in to see if House had a new case for them to work on.
"Yes, Cameron?" House asked before she could speak.
"We were curious to know if you had a case for us to work on?"
"No I don't, now why don't you and the kiddies find something to do to keep you all occupied and out of trouble."
Cameron rolled her eyes and was about to leave when her eyes rested on Victoria. They stared at each other for a while. Cameron with a keen interest and Victoria a calculating gaze that shook Cameron to the core It was as if the girl's kohl-rimmed, brown eyes were boring into her very soul. Cameron did not like it at all.
"Cameron you may leave now," House rephrased himself.
With a nod Cameron left his office and House was free to find out what his darling little sister wanted. She beat him to the punch though and spoke first.
"She's pretty, nosey, but pretty. Tell me does she actually know medicine or did you pick her up from the street corner just so you can have something to look at in the office and play with a toy in private."
House grimaced. Fully aware that she was partly right, Cameron was hired for her looks, a fact that was no secret.
"Don't ever talk to me like that again. It's just gross."
"As though you wouldn't if you could, but I suppose even she has standards and let's be honest you are below par, to practically all the female race."
"I am not, I happen to have many bed partners and they all sing the praises and are reluctant to leave my company."
"All of which I am sure you pay top dollar for and…EW!"
"Let me tell you once I had this Swedish girl with the best-"
"OK, stop right there before I actually lose my breakfast."
House chuckled, "Well that is what you get for starting something you can't finish so I win, and what are you doing here, not that I'm unhappy to see you." The last part was said sarcastically.
"You liar," she grinned, "and for your information grossing someone out does not mean you win the argument it means you cheated. Besides it looks like I'm not the only black sheep in the family, huh Jail Bait?"
"I never cheat, I cleverly find loopholes and thoroughly expose them. Heard about that huh? Who told you?"
"Who do you think but the gossip queen himself."
"Jimmy," they both deadpanned.
"Dad is going to have a fit when he founds out you spent time in the big House, no pun intended."
"Yes you are very clever," House said sarcastically, "you really going to tell him?"
"I might, but I might not, depends on what mood I'm in."
"What mood are you in?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet. It all depends on how you treat me."
"You're blackmailing me? I am the king of blackmails."
"Well then I guess you can say I learned from the best."
During the intriguing conversations the ducklings were starting to get restless. They had kept out of trouble by not moving out of their chairs. They had, by now, all noticed that there was a mysterious presence in House's office and were debating about who she was and what her intentions were.
"I don't like her," Cameron said flat out.
"Of course you don't she's young and pretty and competition. If I were you I would be threatened too," Chase said.
"I am not threatened, and she is not competition, for all we know she is being paid to be here."
"You're being paid to be here," Foreman observed.
"I mean she is being paid for services," Cameron tried to clarify.
"So are you," Foreman pointed out with a teasing smile on his face.
"You know full well what I mean," Cameron huffed.
"It's doubtful, I don't think House would bring that to the office," Chase reasoned.
"I don't know, it wouldn't be the craziest thing he has done," Foreman couldn't help but state.
"True," Chase and Cameron both agreed.
"So I suppose you want to meet my staff," House sighed.
"Unless your ashamed of me," Victoria said rising from her chair.
House's eyes lit up at the excuse, but his hopes were quickly extinguished by her smirk.
"Too bad, I'm meeting them anyways."
With that she walked through the glass door to the play pen the kiddies were in, at least House thought of it that way. House limped after her and was praying to any deity that would listen that this would go over well, but he knew he was wasting his thoughts.
Victoria stood at the front of the room with the young doctors staring at her, or in Cameron's case glaring. House stood to the side of her wanting to take is whole bottle of vicodin pills so he wouldn't have to be mentally present for this, or a shot of morphine would be even better, he couldn't help but smile at the image. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his sister per say. On the contrary, she had a keen knack and ability to make a fool out of everyone, a talent he cherished and possessed himself. The only problem was everyone included him and unlike House she had their parents tied so tight around her little finger that any disturbance to Victoria meant disturbance to the entire family. She had an uncanny ability to carry trouble around with her, and that usually meant trouble to any one within the vicinity of her. House loved his sister very much, but he just got out of serious trouble and he wanted to wait at least a week or two before jumping right back in. There was also the Cuddy factor, she wasn't going to accept Victoria's bluntness and opinions for anyone. Sure she accepted House but she was getting something out of that, patients who lived. No, House was not looking forward to this at all. Cameron cleared her throat obviously annoyed. House got down to the business of introductions.