Chapter 5

House returned to see that the pair hadn't started eating without him; he strode over to the table making a grand entrance, that neither noticed.

Katrina turned to look at him and smiled; he nodded his head at her to show he appreciated the gesture and said

"Hope you haven't been talking too much about me" Wilson laughed while Katrina stayed quiet, beginning to eat her food and pausing only to take a sip of tea.

Surprisingly they ate in silence and the whole diner around them seemed to be as well.

After breakfast they walked over to a nearby park and took a stroll around. Katrina was sandwiched in between House and Wilson and they talked about times in London and how Katrina's life had been going. They listened avidly as she explained about her parents getting divorced after thirty years, as well as all the shitty boyfriends she had gone out with.

Secretly both men were happy with this, but made sure to look concerned and nod in all the right places.

"Don't you two have to go back to work?" Katrina asked after an hour.

"Well, yes, but I'll just ignore that fact for now" replied House.

Wilson however knew he had patients coming in to see him and the look he pulled signalled he had to return.

Katrina nodded and continued; "Well we can go out later for drinks or something, maybe even to an art museum" Wilson smiled at the mention of an art museum considering that was were they met her.

"Yeah, that would be great, is seven ok?"

"Ok course it is, I have nothing else planned"

"So, House are you coming back to work" Wilson already knew the answer before House even opened his mouth "I'll tell Cuddy you walked off somewhere then."

House nodded in thanks as Wilson left and the trio became a pair.

It had been six years since she had last seen House and an even longer time since she had been alone with him properly.

"So where do you wanna go?" House asked glancing up at a cloudless sky. The sunlight shone onto them through gaps of the leaves from the tree they were sitting under. This type of atmosphere between them reminded him of their first time alone - Wilson had been ill that night and they had booked a table at a restaurant. Not wanting to disappoint, House had gone to take her there, but they ended up going somewhere completely different.

"Ok! I'm coming!" Katrina yelled from upstairs as the doorbell rang shrilly. She hastily put on a pair of jogging bottoms, so she could look presentable when opening the door. She didn't want them to see her in her 'The Who' t-shirt and underwear; Katrina knew she was late and it was all because of her soaking wet hair and her cheap alarm clock, which never went off when it was supposed to.

She ran down the stairs and opened the door to find Greg standing there in smart casual clothes; black trousers, with converse trainers, a blue t-shirt and a blazer over the top. Katrina had to admit House did look tempting but he had a girlfriend. Stacey: a lawyer.

"Just you? Or is Wilson hiding in the bushes waiting to jump me?" she asked with a smile.

"No, just me." He replied. Then stared at her outfit. "Is that what your going in?"

She laughed to herself and replied, "No, you may have to wait a while."

Katrina felt guilty; the table was booked and they had to be there in half an hour. There was no way she wouldn't be ready in time.

"Shall I cancel the booking" House asked, as though he was reading her mind.

"I'm really sorry, I just won't be ready in time." She said, voice full of guilt. She sighed before saying "I bet Stacey is nothing like me."

House just looked at her. Sure he loved Stacey, but his feelings towards Katrina had not changed.

"Do you want some coffee? And then I'll go get properly dressed"

She ran into the kitchen, boiled the kettle and handed him the mug of steaming coffee.

"Won't be too long, I can't be bothered to dry my hair now."

"Can I call the resturaunt from here?" House asked taking a polite sip of coffee

"Yes" she called from her room.

Finally she arrived back downstairs wearing a white shirt with some black jeans, now they were both in smart casual.

"So, what do you want to do?" House asked.

"I know a great sandwich bar which should still be open, they even make Ruebens," suggested Katrina.

"Do they take out the pickles?" House asked in all seriousness.

"I'll take them out if you're that fussed about it," she countered, grinning.

He gave a quick smile before replying.

"Ok then".

They left the house and walked down the road together to a small little resturaunt called the rather unusual name of 'Brenties'. Katrina walked up to the counter and ordered a ham and cheese ploughman for herself and a Rueben for House, who grabbed a table in the corner and was sitting on the side of the table, from where he could look out of the window.

Katrina walked over with the sandwiches and was unsure were to sit.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, intrigued.

"People" he replied simply.

"Budge over then so I can look at them with you"

She placed the sandwich in front of him and started to eat her own.

"This is so much better than a fancy resturaunt!" She stated looking at the hustle and bustle of London "Oh, but don't tell Wilson I prefer this stuff; he'll get only upset and ask me why I agreed to a resturaunt dinner"

Snapping out of his daze House nodded, unaware of what she had asked him not to do. He went to bite into his sandwich when he remembered what Kat had said she would do for him.

"Oh yeah, the pickles!" she remembered aloud, taking it and removing the pickles. It was scary how much they could read from each other's thoughts sometimes, but that's what made them special to each other.

"Can we just stay here?" she asked softly. The wind blew and without thinking she snuggled up to House for warmth.

Shocked by her actions, House ended up putting his arm around her shoulders and giving them a squeeze.