A/N: Here's Chapter 2. This turning into something more comedic than I had originally envisioned. Hope you like it.

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'Damn Wilson and his stupid mouth.'

He wasn't really that hurt by him using the word "insane". It just took him by surprise and admittedly, it hit him like a punch in the gut. But he wasn't really upset. Was he?

What Wilson said about Thirteen though, (all of what he said) was food for thought. Yes, she was undeniably hot, yes, she was young, yes, she went both ways, yes, she was his fellow…yes he wanted sleep with her…

'Damn…', and yes, he could lose his job.

Thirteen had hurried away from Wilson's room feeling a slight flush of embarrassment, and a tingle where she shouldn't be feeling one…

'House? Seriously?'

It was absurd. Then why did she feel like she wanted to take him to the nearest supply closet? The way he had looked at her, and what he said had done it.

'He raked his eyes across me like they were his hands' she shivered thinking about it.

House had never looked at her that way before; in fact, she'd never seen him look at anyone that way before, not even Cuddy. The look was filled with wanton lust and it was sexy as hell.

Nevertheless, when he said "...trust me I can handle it… but I doubt you could" she about threw him down right there. The combination of his eyes, the timbre of his voice and the power in his words made her legs quiver and she had to sit down when Wilson offered.

'Pull yourself together Remy; it's probably just a full moon.' She made it to the conference room in record time, thankful it was empty. She would have lost it if Eric had been there. She busied herself by cleaning the place up; as much as she tried to get them to clean the place up, they still left it for her to do. Cameron said it had been the same for her; she was starting to wonder if that was all she was here for. 'This is why I used to date women.' She policed the area and was and washing the dishes, and cleaning the sink when House finally came in.

House stood in the hall again watching her futz around cleaning and could see her muttering things under her breath. Her hair kept falling in her eyes whenever she bent over to pick something up, it was kind of cute the way she would keep tucking it behind her ear. 'Cute? What the hell? Where is this coming from?' Maybe because he was off the vicodin, things were working better…like his lust. "Damn" he whispered when she bent down to pick up a pen on the floor. He felt a rush of blood to his more southern regions. 'This is weird.' Why was it happening? Perhaps it was knowing she was staying with him, or it could be the way she said he wouldn't be able to "handle" having sex with her…God knows he loved a challenge. Whatever the reason, it was problematic. He didn't want to be like some teenager tenting his jeans every time she bent over. He reinforced his fortress and walked into the conference room.

"Let's get out of here already. I'm bored," he announced. She jumped a little when he spoke, not because he startled her but because the things his voice was doing to her.

"What happened?" she said in a slightly accusatory way.

"Nothing happened. I just want to leave, I'm tired." 'Crap, I sound like a whiny baby.'

She'd noticed his softer demeanor but decided not to push. Besides, it really wasn't any of her business.

"Yeah let's go." She was getting a little nervous thinking about the ride home, her truck had a bench seat, and he would be very close. 'Hadley get a hold of yourself' the tingle was becoming a problem.

They turned the lights out and headed out of the building. In the elevator, they stood as far apart as possible, neither one acknowledging the need to lessen their proximity to one another.

'I swear I can feel the pheromones coming off her.' House thought as he stared at the elevator buttons like they were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. He started naming tropical diseases in his head to calm the situation in his pants down. 'Dengue fever…carried by aedes aegypti mosquito, Malaria… carried by anopheles mosquito…' the elevator bounced landing on the first floor 'thank GOD' he thought.

'Damn he smells good… so manly. I wonder why I never noticed before how sexy he is? Doesn't matter… can't act on it. Can I?' the elevator doors whooshed open and she hurried out before he could accidentally brush up against her. This was going to be tricky.

They made it to the truck in record time, both of them silent. The ride to Wilson's was covered by the radio, but when they reached the apartment things got interesting again. House accidentally dropped his cane getting the keys from his pocket, Remy immediately bent down to get it and met him face to face on the way up, he had bend bending down to pick it up as well. Their faces were mere inches apart, his eyes bored into her, making her heart quicken. She waited for him to make a move, he didn't…all he did was utter a soft "Thanks…"

House dropped his cane as he was trying to open the door, he bent down to pick it up not realizing she had already gotten it. When their eyes met it was all he could do not to pull her into him and kiss her like she'd never been kissed before.

'African Sleeping Sickness … caused by Trypanosoma brucei carried by the tse tse fly'

Door open, he rushed in and went straight to the bathroom "Gotta see a man about a Horse!" He called to her.

'Damn.' He beat her to it. She had wanted to sit in there and calm herself down a bit, before she made a fool of herself. She headed to Wilson's room instead.

House was practically panting with the effort NOT kissing her caused. He was as horny as a satyr. 'What the fuck' he started to turn his logical mind to the problem. ' I have a gorgeous young woman staying with me, who just so happens to be my employee… What to do… Oh I know RUN the other way DUMBASS!' Still he could swear she was feeling it too. His reptilian brain said 'Hell yeah, she wants it. Go for it.' No, they couldn't because it could get really weird, which is why he supposed there were rules about this sort of thing. Calmer now he washed his hands for effect, and left the relative safety of the bathroom.

Stepping out into the hall and walking past Wilson's room, the door was slightly ajar and light was streaming out of it. It reminded him he needed to change Wilson's sheets for her. God knows what he got up to in there. He gathered fresh sheets from the hall closet, and strode into the room, only to find Thirteen standing there in just a pair white lace low cut panties that hugged her curvy hips in a way that was delicious. She turned around when she heard him gasp. Now he faced her gravity defying breasts… Things were going from, bad to worse.

Thirteen decided she was done for the day, so she began her nightly rituals. She got out her robe and her pajamas from the duffle bag, she got out her bathing kit, and she started taking off her clothes so she could shower, not realizing the door hadn't quite shut when she closed it. She was down to her panties about to put her robe on when he heard a sound that gave her goose bumps. She turned toward it without thinking, and found House's stunned face staring into hers.