Title: A Teenager, A Whisper, and a Hooker?

Pairing: Dr. Gregory House, Dr. Lisa Cuddy

Disclaimer: I am in no way, whatsoever affiliated with House, FOX, or any associates. I am simply a fan of the show.

House was off towards the hospital in record time. With a squeeze to Cuddy and a promise to be back as soon as possible, he was gone. ..

Dry swallowing a few vicoden, House pushed open the doors to his office. "And why did you think that it was important that I came back in here? I was having a great time with the most expensive hooker in Princeton" House said as he glanced at Cameron who appeared red with embarrassment, or maybe anger.

Foreman was the first to speak, stating that the patient wasn't responding to the treatment to Kawasaki's and that the three of them were at a standstill when it came to treating Madeline. "Madeline," House asked, "who the hell is that?"

"The patient." Chase replied with an incredulous look at his boss.

"Oh, you and your British wit…"

"I'm not British."

"Well, pip pip Captain Barmy." House quipped as he limped over to the whiteboard. "What's new?"

Cameron looked between the two other ducklings and told House "Nothing."

House was agape, "What do you mean 'Nothing'? What do you need me for?"

Chase and Forman stared at House with a look of exasperation. "You know, if you hurry up and fix this kid then you can get back to your hooker." Cameron piped up with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oooo… ouch." House said as he put a hand over his heart. "Good one," he shot at Cameron. "Search this," he said as he dropped a massive book in the middle of the table, "Chase. You take A-K, Cameron J-Q, and Forman R-Z. Figure out what this kid has." He dictates as he turns towards his personal office.

It was one a.m. and all House wanted to do was go back home. Popping a few more vicoden, he stared at the whiteboard for a couple minutes as he repeatedly tossed his ball against the wall. Stopping abruptly, he knew what was wrong. The fever and vomiting was almost normal during the onslaught of any disease, but the Histiocytosis with the problems in the lymphatic system was the key. Just then Forman burst through the glass door of House's office with Chase and Cameron in tow. "Well…?" House asked.

"Rosai-Dorfman disease. It fits." Forman answered.

"Took you long enough." House drolled. "Cameron, push corticosteroids. That should help her improve enough for Forman to give the kid cytotoxins." House listed as he sat forward in his desk chair.

"Shouldn't you call Cuddy?" Chase asked.

"Well, Duffer 'ole boy, I think that's the best idea you've had in a long time. Oh, and, schedule the girl for radiotherapy if the drugs don't take." Chase rolled his eyes at House muttering something about how he wasn't useless as he made his way to radiology behind the retreating figures of Cameron and Forman.

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Cuddled up on the sofa with a warm blanket in House's favorite Jack Daniels t-shirt, coffee long since forgotten, Lisa yawned and stretched before getting up. Grabbing the arm of the sofa, Cuddy steadied herself before locating her coffee and pouring it out in the kitchen sink. Lost in thought, the ringing of the phone broke her out of her reverie. Unsure of whether or not to answer, she waited for the answering machine to kick in before she answered.

"House, I know you're there. Answer the damn phone…" Sighing, Lisa answered with a halfhearted "Hello James."

"Cuddy?" he asked.

"Yes. House is still at the hospital…"

"Wh..what are you doing there?" he questioned, confusion obvious in the tone of his voice.

"Waiting." She responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"

"Umm…" Jimmy started "… just tell him to call me when he gets in."

"Will do. Talk to you later James." Cuddy ended the conversation a little wary of the consequences of being caught, again, at House's apartment.

Without having time to fill the kitchen sink with hot soapy water, Cuddy heard the front door open followed by wood scraping on the hardwood. Pretending not to notice, Lisa went about diving her hands into the water to feel House wrap his strong arms around her waist and start to nip at the skin of her neck. Dropping her mug back into the sink, she pressed herself into him and rolled her head to the side; her soapy hands coming up to wrap themselves around his arms. "Welcome home," she gasped as his rough beard tickled her neck. "Wilson wants you to call him back."

"He can wait. Didn't you know that I am paying for the most expensive hooker in Princeton?" he quipped as he turned her towards him and pressed her into the counter.

"House, I'm getting wet." She nagged, pushing her hips off of the counter against him. "Oh, trust me Cuddles. That's the plan…" he responded as he gripped her hips as and ground himself into her. "The case is finished, so I came home to have a little fun…"

"Well," Cuddy started, "why don't you go and call Jimmy and I'll go and get your surprise ready." She finished with a seductive tone in a raspy, yet breathy tone.

"Oh, woman…what you do to me…" House groaned, as he gave her a little push and smacked her ass to send her off towards the bedroom.

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With Cuddy off getting 'ready', House limped over to the sofa, and dialed his best friend. "Jimmy…"

"House," Wilson replied. "What is Cuddy doing at your house?" he asked. The question having drove him nuts until now.

"Right now… I think that she is taking off her clothes…not sure though… you know Jimmy, she is a tiger. Wouldn't even let me get any sleep last night…"

"What!"

"… and then Cameron walked in on us. Thankfully we were asleep because Cuddles would have died if she would have walked in on her blowing my mind… but I can tell you this. That woman definitely knows what she's doing… I mean, I haven't had sex like that since we got totally slammed in college. Oh… what did you call for earlier?"

All House could hear on the other end of the line was silence. "Jimmy?…" "I'm here. Umm…" Wilson began, "I got tickets to the monster truck rally for next week. I wanted to know if you wanted to come or not."

"Oh, well… I'll have to get back to you. Cuddy's waiting and she was complaining about me getting her wet before I called…" he finished the conversation with a huge smirk on his face.

"Bye House."

"Bye Jimmy."

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Ok, so I decided that writing fanfictions during Western Civ is not a good idea, therefore I am definitely going to have to extend this story another chapter… At least give it an ending of sorts. I hope all of you are enjoying this fic, because I am having a lot of fun writing it. Bye for now…