Chapter 2
Arriving early for once, House strolled in with Dr. Wilson much to the surprise of the nurse's working in the clinic; it was normal for Dr. Wilson to be in on time, but for Dr. House in be in early was a miracle, most of the nurse's took a second glance just to make sure they were right.
Dr. Cuddy was walking briskly towards the clinic to get one of the nurse's to give Dr. House his daily wake up call, when she spotted Dr. Wilson and another man, walking towards the lift. It took a second for her brain to engage that this other male was in fact Dr. House.
She stood breathless for a second and jogged towards the sliding doors of the steel elevator doors.
"Ah, good morning Dr. Wilson. Nice to see you on time for once Dr. House" she smiled at them to receive a smile back from Dr. Wilson and a scowl from Dr. House.
"Yea Cuddy, I may be in on time but that doesn't mean I'll start on time, by the way, that skirt of yours is pretty short, who's the unlucky soul your hounding for attention today?" House felt much better after that come back even though it wasn't one of his finest.
Cuddy looked at him with the death stare. It had been perfected thanks to using it many times towards him, and besides, he was the only one she needed it for.
"Floor 2, doors opening" came the silky voice of the lift as Cuddy went to leave the lift. She gave one final glance towards the men and exited.
"Thank god that was over" House said with a sigh of relief, Dr. Wilson just rolled his eyes and let House do what House did best.
She walked about the hospital, unsure where she should go. They both worked here though- she knew that at least.
"Erm, do you know which floors Drs. House and Wilson work on?" she asked the nurse at the front of the clinic. Even though she shouldn't have been, she was nervous.
"Yes, floors three and four" The nurse gazed up briefly for the accent this woman carried was different, foreign. The woman was very pretty even though she didn't dress to complement her looks, but her accent was from England.
Her complexion showed this; pale but not white, reflecting a faded tan from a holiday a couple of months before.
Her hair was tied up into a quick ponytail, black, as ebony, and her eyes were of a light blue and had a far off look about them. She would have looked in a daydream herself if it weren't for her nervousness. It had been a long time since she had seen her friend Greg House, and it had felt even longer since she had seen James Wilson.
She had thanked the Nurse and headed to towards the lift. Even though she knew what floors to visit, she still wasn't sure who was on which floor. Taking a chance, she pressed the button for floor four hoping this was Greg's floor. She needed some time to confront James, and she just wasn't ready yet.