"I let her go."
House stared at Taub, "But I wanted to see her. What did she look like?"
"Like a woman…you know, 5'3"ish, blondish, frecklish…'
"Yeah, yeah, all the ishes. Was she ugly?"
Taub jerked his head back and looked at House like he had just predicted an alien invasion, "She was sick!"
"And you sent her home?"
"It was a cold. I ran a RT-PCR on her and it was negative for Marburg. She's got a bad cold. What's wrong with you? You seem disappointed that she didn't have Marburg."
House through his hands up, "I wanted to see what she looked like!"
"But you saw her this morning."
"That's just it; I didn't see her. She stayed behind her door."
Taub shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, you should have told me you wanted to meet her."
House rolled his eyes, "I didn't want to meet her, I wanted to look at her. Then…maybe meet her."
"You have a crush on a woman you've never met?"
"She was unique."
"You mean she didn't let you railroad her?"
"Go back to your lab Dr. Frankenstein, obviously you've never had a crush on a disenfranchised voice." House turned and walked down the corridor.
Taub yelled after House, "House, you need help…or a woman."
The phone rang several times. House wondered when she would pick up or if she was on the line with someone else. A message came on, "Hi, this is Cali. I'm sorry, but I'm either with another customer or unavailable. Please call back another time." He slammed the phone down and took a drink. He leaned back .Well, it wasn't like I really need to get off or anything. He stopped, wondering what he really wanted. Damn, don't tell me that I want just to talk to her. Crap, I must be lonely if I want to talk to a faceless voice. Taub's right. I need a woman.