Author's Note: Thanks so much for everyone's encouragement and lovely reviews. I only write because of you! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my friend's grandfather who recently passed away. Please enjoy~

Diclaimer: pssh. I don't watch enough tv to own this show.

Chapter 2:

Gregory House was charismatic in his own way. There's no doubt about that. Which is probably why she didn't find it all that surprising when Cameron came to her office to playback what she had just witnessed. It was only a matter of time before someone caught House with his tongue down someone else's throat. Most people figured it would be Cameron though, what with her obviously desperate advances, not the youngest duckling that had come to the states only a few years before. Although, House did always say that Chase was the prettiest…

Maybe 'wombat' was more of an endearing nickname. The diagnostician, sending the blonde off to speak with the patients, rather than Foreman or Cameron, because he was more attractive. Maybe that reasoning wasn't too far off base for House's own desire. He did always like Chase better than his other 'minions'. But the reason why House was caught kissing his coworker in his dark office, after hours didn't matter, public displays of affection were inappropriate in the workplace, whether they were on the clock or not.

"Thank you Dr. Cameron, I'll be sure to talk with them about it."

The brunette nodded somewhat weakly, hesitating on her heel as she exited the Dean of Medicine's office. It wasn't like she was betraying House; Cuddy deserved to know…She only wished that the sarcastic doctor would see it that way besides, Chase would never be good enough for him.

"House!" Cuddy shouted sharply, the flood of nurses and various other people parting for her like the Red Sea.

Said man pretended not to hear her, though he did continue on in his path faster than before. Rushing towards the emptying elevator that just came down with surprising speed that no other person in his condition could hope to achieve.

"House!"

Pressing the 'close doors' button, the brunette took a step back, waiting for the numbers above the door to change. They didn't change though, not when Cuddy's petite hand appeared, soon followed by the rest of her body.

"Hello twins."

"Meet me in my office, now."

"Mommy seems a bit tense, don't tell me you two are misbehaving."

"Now."

"Sorry, have to work, dying patients and all." He leaned forward to close the doors again.

"You don't have a case."

"My ducklings should have scrounged something up by now. It is what they're pay-"

"It's about Dr. Chase."

Cuddy watched as House visibly paused, turning away from the console on the wall, to meet her eyes.

"What about him?"

"I think you'd prefer if we discussed this in private."

Taking a step to the side, she held her hand against one of the doors so it wouldn't close as the diagnostician stepped out of the metal box.

"What goes on in my personal life is none of your business…"

House was strangely serious, standing in the center of Cuddy's office, lifting and dropping his cane at a steady pace. Resulting in a rhythmic 'thump'…'thump'…'thump'…As it met the thick carpeting. The woman who sat behind her desk watched him intently, analyzing his reaction.

"I know that it's none of my business, but you and Dr. Chase can't go around flaunting your relationship."

"We weren't 'flaunting'."

"Whatever you were doing, it can't be going on in my hospital!"

House looked up at that, his icy blue eyes penetrating. "Who told you?"

"What are you talking about?" the dean said with an exasperated sigh.

"Did I stutter? You weren't the one, who saw us, as you made so carelessly clear just now. Who told you?"

"That doesn't matter."

"It does if someone I work with is going behind my back and invading my privacy."

"No one is going behind your back House, stop being so paranoid."

"So people invading my privacy is perfectly alright? Glad to know my Civil Rights are respected…" House spat sarcastically, leaning forward on his cane.

"Go back to work and remember, no public displays of affection."

Blue eyes narrowed as the diagnostician limped away, making sure to slam the door hard enough to knock some pictures on the wall askew. Cuddy sighed heavily, leaning her elbows on the desk, head in her hands. He was pissed. Its not like she was against homosexual relationships exclusively. She would say the same to him if he was seeing Cameron instead of Chase. It was unprofessional to display you personal life in the workplace. So why did she feel so lousy?

Maybe it was because House hadn't had a real relationship since Stacy. Despite his argument that the prostitute he saw regularly could be counted as such. If it wasn't for Cameron's report on what she had seen when leaving work, Cuddy wasn't sure if she'd have ever found out…unless it all began last night? Impossible, not with how House had reacted, he was way to defensive for it to have been only a one-night stand. So how long had the two been seeing each other? Nothing had changed, House was still an ass and as unruly as ever. She didn't really know Chase all that well though, maybe if she did she'd have seen it earlier…

Sitting back up, she pushed her curls back away from her face. Intent on emailing Wilson to see if he noticed anything, if anyone knew he probably did. It was about time she got some answers, there was far too many questions running through her head for it to be healthy.

What else was she supposed to do?

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