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This was not turning into his night.

Through the bewildered looks both Cuddys and Wilsons gave him, House had picked Gab over his own best friend. Perhaps that was a hurtful move, to James that is, but if Greg had to spend two months waking up to the lovely sound of a blow dryer. He was going to beat Wilson within the very inch of his life.

But Cuddy did have a point. Who better to share his place then with...someone like him? Gab ate the same thing he ate, did the same thing he did and hell, she wouldn't bother him half the time. It could be a dream come true.

Thou that didn't mean he had to help her out.

He grinned into his drink as he made himself comfy at his house. He would put his money down that Wilson was throwing a fit over the fact that House left without offering a ride to his gender half Gab, not even dropping her his address. If she is who she said she was, then she would know where he lived. Cause come on, their worlds are suppose to be the same, the only difference would be gender. His eyes glanced to the clock and narrowed. It was almost Ten P.M.....

Where the hell was she?

Placing down his drink, his hand idly rubbing his thigh, smoothing the throbbing before getting to his feet. A pair of PJ pants and plain white shirt, he was ready for bed but for some reason... He felt restless. Nerves? He doubted it, he just didn't want to sleep if she was coming over, what if she tried to rob him blind? What if she tries to redo his apartment to make her life better, fuck that. His eyes slowly opened wide as a chilly thought bloomed. What if she tried to kill him and take his place in this world?

"That bitch is going down!"

"I like the way you think."

Greg's body jerked violently as he turned, the movement putting pressure on his bed leg, making him grab his couch quickly or risk ending up face first on the ground. Lord and behold, his murderer stood.

She rose a brow at him, her hair pulled back into a bun, letting him get a good eye look of her face. "And where have you been?" He asked, getting back into balance. She only shrugged, dropping a bag onto the wooden floorboard with a heavy 'thump'. "Since you left in such a hurry, James offered to feed us, free food? How can I pass on that."

"That doesn't look like food." He pointed out, his eyes looking at the bag. "Did you go and mug the first girl you spotted and steal her clothes?"

"You know me, I can put my cane to good use." She held up her spoken object, showing House it wasn't the same one as earlier. It seemed she had gone out of her way to go pick up a basic black cane with a flat handle grip. "Let me guess, gift from Wilson?"

"You shouldn't guess when you already know the answer." Gab let her eyes wander slowly, taking in the room. Yup, it was just like her own, such there were a few things here and there she didn't have but hey, when your guy. Your taste change. But if she remembered correctly, the guest room should be down the hall. Snatching the strap of her bag, she began to limp her way towards it, when Greg suddenly got in front of her.

She snarled a little, her head tilting back to look up. Damn it, he had to be in his six foot range in height. The scent he held oddly wasn't disgusting or over whelming like Cuddys cologne. No, Greg didn't smell like her at all.

Closing her eyes a little, she tapped her cane lightly, "You going to move? I would like to lay down now."

"I'll move when I'm good and ready. This is MY place after all."

"If we're speaking correctly, this place is also mine since I AM you."

"Don't you try to switch this on me."

"Ooohh but I already did now move."

"No."

Gab pressed her lips then. Her thigh was killing her, her head was throbbing. She had been poked and sticked to prove she was in fact REAL and was fine and spent four days in the damn hospital with not only one but TWO Cuddys to ride her ass and now all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and just be dead to the world.

Now she had to deal with him! Never had she had to say, she spent the night fighting with herself, and meant it! Closing her eyes, she bowed her head and covered her face with her free hand. "Greg, I'm not thrilled about this either but we're going to have to suck it up and get use to it. Jessica swore once we get a steady income, we'll go and rent our own place and then I can enjoy about bundle of hell fire and listen to HER nag me and get in my way."

Greg closed his eyes a little, seeing the worn out expression on her face. He should bug her, mock her, do anything but let her sleep. She was an unwelcome guest in his world and he didn't like the idea that he now had to share everything with her... Thou the more he thought about it, the more he began to smile. Two Houses in the world.. He was a genius and the greatest doctor there was in New Jersey, with Gab they would be unstoppable. No case would be left without an answer and hell, they would be solve faster and give him more time to do what he wanted.

Besides, the idea to have another person to help him willingly with jokes and gags... How could that not make you smile.

With a sigh, Greg took a slow side step to let her pass, but before she could. She had a sudden intake of breath.

Her muscle clenched as her hand gripped her cane tightly. Her skin prickled and shivered down when Gregs hand gave a gentle squeeze.

Greg had reached out and snagged one of her co called 'fun bags'.

He rose a brow and gave a little feel, watching her sudden still figure, her eyes wide. But as quickly as he did it, he pulled his hand away and began to limp back to his living room. "I guess they are real."

Gab stood there for a second, speechless before she growled, grabbing her bag to toss in her room. Greg grinned happily at the sound of the shut door, he was too good for his own good at times.

Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

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