Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. And I thank those who have reviewed or put this or their Story Alerts. It makes me feel fuzzy inside. :)

*Note: This is a short fanfic. This is kinda the prelude to a long fanfic I will write in the future. So don't worry when I stop this fanfic at about 7 chapters. A nice, big, juicy story will await you in the future. :)

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"Where is my team?" House asked frustratingly. He paced in Cuddy's office.

"They're at a medical convention in Manhattan," Cuddy explained.

"All of them?"

"They thought you had it figured out. You didn't page them of any more complications with your patient, and so I gave them permission to go."

"How irresponsible of you." House finally stood still. "And how stupid of them. The cases I get are never solved in just two days."

"Maybe they needed a break," Cuddy said with a smirk. "Everyone needs a break from you eventually."

House pouted. "That hurts, you know. I may just use the hospital's money to see a psychologist."

"Go."

House continued to pout, but left her office. He met Wilson halfway down a hallway.

"You put her in isolation?" he asked with a frown.

"If she has smallpox, it's very contagious. I didn't want you getting it. Especially if you're kissing her."

Wilson continued to frown. "I haven't kissed her at all."

"Then I guess you were just checking her fever."

"Okay. I kissed her. On the forehead. It's a comfort thing."

"Yeah, she's real comfortable when you send her hormones racing."

They stopped in front of the quarantine room. Eve was asleep.

"You're just jealous," Wilson said. House frowned and looked at him.

"Oh yeah, I'm real jealous that you might have caught what she could have."

"Wait, what she could have?"

"That's what I said."

"You're unsure. You may be treating her for the wrong thing," Wilson said intensely.

"She has something infectious." House pulled out some pills. He knocked on the glass loudly. Eve woke up with a start. She saw House and flicked him off, then closed her eyes again.

"Well that was pleasant," House said. He hit the glass with his cane. Eve looked to them again. House motioned her to come to him. She looked to Wilson, and he nodded.

"What?" she asked groggily.

House placed the pills in the transfer box. "I'm giving you a broad spectrum of antibiotics for bacterial meningitis until I find the cause of it. And until then, you get to stay in here." He tapped the glass with his cane.

"Whoopee," Eve said sarcastically. She swallowed the pills with the water House gave her. "Can I go back to sleep now? I'm exhausted."

House nodded. Eve turned around and head for her bed slowly. Wilson turned to House.

"Are you sure she has meningitis?" he asked.

Eve stumbled on her way to her bed. She stood there, rubbing her left thigh. House cocked his head to the side. "The antibiotics will help with any infection she may have."

House turned to walk away, but stumbled and held onto the wall. He grunted in pain.

"House, are you okay?" Wilson asked. Eve turned around and watched them. House started to stand up but fell over onto the floor.

His face contorted with pain and he vomited onto the floor. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

"Nurse!" Wilson shouted. He looked down at House. "Have you been kissing her?"

House rolled his eyes as the nurse came to help him.

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"I need you to search her house," House told Wilson through the glass. House was now contained with Eve in the quarantine room.

"No. It's not right," Wilson argued.

"You want her to die? Or worse, me?" House questioned.

"No," Wilson said. House glanced at Eve.

"Check for toxins and bacteria. Especially any water sources."

Wilson nodded. House lifted his head thoughtfully. "I'm telling you what to do, instead of the other way round. Is this how it feels to be an enabler?"

Wilson gave him a look, glanced at Eve, and walked down the hallway and out of sight.

"House?"

House looked over at Eve. He frowned and walked over to her.

"I can't see out of my right eye," she said, anxiety in her voice.

"It's because your eyelid is swollen." House grabbed a flashlight and shone it in her eyes. She didn't react. "No sensitivity to light." House paused to look her over. "Lay down. I'm going to do an LP."

"What's that?"

"A spinal tap. If it's clear, you don't have meningitis."

The minutes passed as House did the LP on Eve. He sighed after it was done.

"Well?" she asked.

"It's negative. We don't have meningitis." Eve sighed in relief, and smiled at him.

But she then started gasping. She grabbed House's gown. He grabbed the face mask for oxygen and pulled it over her head. Her oxygen intake leveled.

"But we do have something else."