"Here's the place."
Pulling into the driveway of apartment 221B House got out of the car and limped over to the passenger side of the vehicle to help Robin our with her bag.
As she stepped out of the car, a smile spread out across Robin's face as she laid eyes upon a very handsome complex.
"It's very nice."
"It is? well, if you like the exterior wait until you see the rest of it."
After Limping up the three steps to the main entrance and unlocking the front door House gestured for Robin to follow him inside.
This comment surprised Robin as she followed suit but she chose to ignore it for the time being while having a look around her new accommodations.
The apartment was small yet spacious with a hint of class in every room. In the living room for example, she was not surprised to see a grand piano standing in the far right corner of the room next to a bookcase.
"How long have you lived here?"
"Seems like forever, care for a drink?"
"Sure, thank you."
Nodding his head at this comment House disappeared into the kitchen while leaving his guest to make herself comfortable on the couch. Seconds later, the diagnostician re-appeared carrying a bottle of red whine and two glasses in hand.
"How do you do that while holding a cane?"
"Takes years of practice, you like wine?"
"Love it."
After pouring two glasses of wine House laid the wooden cane by the side of the couch and made himself comfortable. As she took the glass of red in hand, Robin held it up while her host did the same.
"So."
"So."
"Cheers."
After they drank, Robin looked into House's eyes and could see something there. There was something there that could only be described as a mixture of lust wrapped in sadness, sadness wrapped in sincerity and sincerity wrapped in confusion. It was as if his mind was somewhere else, with some-one else entirely.
"House, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Oh come now, it's a beautiful evening lets not spoil it with…(sigh) go ahead."
Surprised by this change of heart Robin continued to speak out of pure curiosity.
"Have you ever been married?"
"Nope, my ring finger has always been clean but…I lived with someone for a while."
The tone of voice indicated that this was a subject that was very hard for House to talk about and Robin felt bad for bringing it up however, the conversation continued.
"What about you? Have you ever been married?"
Fair enough
"Yes."
"What was his name?"
"Desmond, what was her name?"
"Stacy."
There was silence as the two sat in a wash of there own thoughts. House hadn't spoken that name in over seven years and strangely enough, it felt foreign to him now.
Several hours later, after the last of the wine had been drank and it was getting late, House got slowly up from the couch and over to the linen closet. Opening the door, the diagnostician saw what he was looking for hanging on a hook. Closing the door behind him, House limped back over to the couch now holding a blue and white blanket in hand while looking down upon the sleeping form before him.
"Goodnight, nurse lady."
This being said, House placed the blanket over Robin and limped down the hall towards the bedroom. Once he was between the sheets Greg's mind started to race. It seemed as though every insecurity he had kept locked away in the back of his mind had surfaced and House hated it. How could he deal with this with Robin here?
Oh great. Look who gets to be the girl. Get a hold of yourself man! This is Robin we're talking about here. She is just a nurse who happens to be staying here nothing more.
Except for one thing, this particular nurse happened to be in love with him.
