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Jack sat in her office, on just another day. She had just diagnosed Stacy and she was feeling quite good. Just then the phone called.
Jack picked it up after the 3rd ring.
"Hey, it's Jack." she said.
"This is Miss Beckett?"
"Yeah..." Jack didn't like this. The man on the other end sounded like he was all-business.
"I am terribly sorry to tell you this. You're sister, Elizabeth, has passed in a car accident. A drunk driver hit her. I'm so sorry..."
Jack felt as if a tidal wave had hit her in the stomach. "Damn..." she whispered, and dropped the reciever in its place.
House decided he would visit Jack again, drop a few sarcastic comments, recieve some, and maybe steal another kiss.
When he saw her though, all he wanted was to run away screaming.
She was standing by her chalkboard, crying. It was the first time he'd ever seen her cry. Damn she was beautiful. She looked up when he entered her office and her stunning green eyes rested on him. He saw something almost like embarassment in her eyes.
"Bad timing, Greg." she choked out.
"I'll say." he said. Classic House: go to sarcasm when feeling uncomfortable.
"My sister died."
"Shit." House mumbled. Death was not something he dealt with, especially with Jackie.
Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, and every so often she'd let out a sniffle. House could do nothing else but move over to her, and evelope her in a hug.
Beckett was shocked. House never did this. He dropped his cane beside her and hugged her close. He didnt stop until she stopped trembling. And once she stopped he leaned back and kissed her. It was deep and Jack got so caught up in the moment she stopped crying. Greg was warm, muscular and she lost herself in his embrace. She shut her eyes and didn't open them until he said, "hey... you're gonna be fine, okay?"
She smiled and twisted her arms around House's back. At that moment, she wholeheartedly believed she would be fine.
"House!" Cuddy barked down the hall.
"What?" House snapped back. Ever since Jack he was downright pissed off. That was freakin emotionally draining.
"Whats wrong with you?"
"What do you want?"
"You have to work in the clinc."
"No I don't. I'm not working the clinic tonight. I'm going home."
"It's three oclock."
"I'm going home."
Cuddy was shocked. House was never this demanding. He usually surrended to her wishes, especially if it was only three oclock. Something was up.
"She was crying, Wilson. How am I supposed to handle that?!" House demanded over the phone. He was sitting on his couch in his living room, absolutely furious about what was demaded of him today.
"How did you handle it?"
"I hugged her and kissed her."
"Then you did well. That's what she needed. She's gonna be fine."
"Damn, I hope so.
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