Disclaimer: Yes. I admit it. I own House, CSI; Miami, and the patent for blue-tac. Some slash. Only a little though.

"About that…" House trailed off, and Rogers groaned internally. An old doctor, this was meant to be an easy interrogation!

He resisted the urge to rub his temples in frustration. "About that… What?"

House grinned, far too happily for any man who was suspected of murder. "I can't tell you my alibi."

"Let me get this straight," Rogers growled menacingly, "You have an alibi for last night, but you can't tell me. Dr. House, you could be going to prison for murder if you don't cooperate. Why the hell can't you tell me?"

House looked on with mild curiosity. "Getting that annoyed isn't good for your blood pressure."

"I. Don't. Care!" Rogers' fist thumped on the table menacingly.

"Well, the man I was with last night hasn't come out to his friends yet. So, I'd have to let him do that before it was put in the record. I can't do that by the way, until I talk to him."

With perfect timing, House's mobile rang at that moment. He held up a finger, imperiously shushing the detective as he answered.

"Hey there."

"Greg," Horatio's voice emerged, sounding slightly worried, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, and no. I'm alright, but I'm currently at Miami Dade. I need you to come tell the stupid little police man the full details of what happened last night."

There was an ominous silence, before Horatio spoke up. "I guess it had to happen eventually, huh?"

"Yeah. So, I'd get everyone you know and like together and tell 'em rather quick, then come down here and spring me loose. Though, I quite like the handcuffs they issued me with, so maybe we'll see if we can keep them…"

Horatio choked, "Greg! Alright, I'll see you soon."

House hung up, and looked at the iridescent policeman.

"What? Do you need specific details of what we did last night? I don't mind really, boasting about sex has always been a favoured pastime of mine."

"What? You're a fag?" Rogers asked, still shocked.

"Tuttut, Lieutenant, that isn't exactly a PC term. And no, I'm not."

Behind the glass, though House couldn't see them, the techies and police officers were rolling on the floor with laughter. Rogers wasn't exactly anyone's favourite person, and House was doing his best to pop the arrogant air the man carried around like a personal bubble.

"But you were with a man last night."

"Bisexual actually. Also, homophobia isn't cool. Just so you know." House winked at Rogers, and he acted as though he had been violated.

"I'll be right back, Dr. House."

Rogers stormed out, heading to his office to call Horatio. It may be Horatio's day off, but maybe he could get through to the awful man.

Rogers was therefore somewhat surprised when he ran into his fellow lieutenant in a hallway. Not exactly wearing regulation clothes either, he noted, looking at the outfit of a loose blue shirt, and was that leather his pants were made of?

"Ah, Rogers. I need to speak with my team. And Alexx."

Rogers waved his hand irritably. "You can speak to the Mortician, if you can find her, but your team is watching me perform an interrogation."

Horatio raised an eyebrow. "Is a confession coming soon?"

"Well, no." Rogers admitted reluctantly, "But we're waiting for the boyfriend," he sneered, "to check his alibi. Actually, I was wondering if you could have a go at breaking the man."

Horatio snickered internally, but nodded, trying to look as though it was an honour.

He stormed into the room, winking at Greg.

Inside the watcher's room, everyone gaped, and Alexx asked what was on all their minds.

"Is he wearing… leather?"

Horatio stood facing the mirror, and waved to the team he knew was in there.

"Delko, Calleigh, Ryan. I don't quite know how to tell you this, but…"

As he paused, trying to think of how to put it, things instantly clicked in the watchers' minds.

"Oh God…" Ryan whispered. Delko thought this was a reasonable reaction, until he heard the next part. "He's with Dr. House?"

Calleigh almost expected Ryan to faint with delight, as he stood staring between his boss and his hero.

"You have no problem with the fact that he's gay?" Delko asked, and Ryan looked at him scornfully.

"It's Doctor House…"

"What about you, Calleigh? Alexx?" The women both looked completely untroubled by the fact.

"Am I the only one that thinks it's… odd that H is gay?"

"Yes." Chorused the room.

House rolled his eyes. "Horatio, you've told me about your team. They aren't thick, I think they've worked it out by now."

Horatio nodded his agreement. "Where the hell is Rogers?"

"This is just a guess, mind." House smiled innocently, "But I'm thinking he's gone somewhere quiet, preferably with migraine pills."

"Greg…" Horatio said warningly, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, nothing. But he's rather homophobic. Probably wouldn't react well to his co-worker kissing someone anyway, when they're both men? He'll blow his stack." An evil grin spread over House's face.

Horatio was amused, but tried to hide it.

"That's unprofessional."

"But it would be fun anyway…"

"Look, if I do this, can I choose how to tell your colleagues when I meet them?"

House considered the deal. It wasn't like Horatio would be meeting them anytime soon, so it was a pretty harmless bargain. "Sure."

"Alright then. He's probably in his office, so let's try there first… Greg!"

"What?" House asked, trying to hide what he'd taken.

"I have a pair of handcuffs in my car, leave those ones here."

"But they have so much history!"

"If you agree to use my ones, I'll let you use them first…"

"Fine."