The conversation needed to be started, or else both women were going to sit there silently; engulfing the wine just to pass the time. "So, ah, you were going to Bangkok…You like to travel a lot?" Cuddy made the first move of attempting a conversation. It sort of surprised Remy, for she expected Cuddy to get right to the point and talk about the job.

"Yeah I do, I like seeing new places. Different cultures and lifestyles," Remy looked down at her glass for a moment and smiled a little, "It's a wonderful experience, really." Cuddy smiled when seeing the younger woman smile. "Then, why didn't you go?…If I may ask."

Ever so slowly, that smile vanished from Remy's face, "I have no idea…I was, ready to go but when I boarded the plane, I had this feeling…I realized that for some reason, something is keeping me here, something that is stopping me from leaving for good. So I'm here…Trying to figure out what 'IT' is." Cuddy nodded in response, and took a sip of her wine. It was such a peculiar answer, she couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious thing had been.

"Um, what about you though? Do you like to travel?" Remy questioned.

"Me?" Cuddy laughed and shook her head, "I don't have time to travel, unless its for business. Between being a mother and cleaning up House's messes, there's no room to drop everything and take a vacation. I've got to say, Remy, you do have it easy. You're young, beautiful, and never limit yourself. I'm glad that you didn't leave, because you really do have your own unique place at the hospital." Their eye contact with each other was solid, focusing solely on each other.

Remy swallowed hard, her smile remained plastered on her lips as she tried to conceal the light flush on her face. "Hey, enough about me here. You have it all, Cuddy. You are a very successful woman with a big heart. You're beautiful inside and out, not to mention you have a pretty good IQ. You also have a cute kid and you go all out to do the right thing. Now I can see why House likes you." Remy smirked.

The two laughed together on that one. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to do the flattering." Cuddy teased. And from there, they talked about all sorts of things, right up until that very moment when Remy made that blunt request…All seemed great. Cuddy enjoyed spending time with the younger woman….So why was she being so harsh now?

Lisa sniffled a little and wiped away yet another tear from her face. No matter how hard she tried, they just kept coming; which was a bit ridiculous, since she was at work and there were many things to be done. The Dean of Medicine shouldn't sit in her office and cry over what someone said to her. Hell, House insulted her every single day. But this was different, since the insult was from Remy Hadley…

The whole work day, Cuddy mostly remained in her office. She did the occasional round every other hour and she only had to put up with House twice that day. Everyone was all accounted for, except one person. 'Where is she?' Part of her would be too hurt and too afraid to face Thirteen again, especially after what was said that morning. But the other part of her needed to see her, for reasons unknown. It was as if Remy was purposely hiding from her…

The last round was made and it was time for Cuddy to head home. The Dean was completely drained and weary of how the day's events had turned out; all she wanted to do was get home and be with her little girl and push away her worries and problems for another day.

'Finally!' Remy got the hell out of that hospital as soon as possible. It seemed that every time she turned her head, Cuddy was walking the halls and in search for her. Luckily, Remy could blend in almost anywhere and didn't get called out. There was only one time where she figured Cuddy had found her but lucked out, and that's when Remy got a nice glimpse of Lisa's face, and the sadness that left scars in Remy's mind. Her face was very pale, and her eyes were red and swollen, hinting that she had been crying for a good time and tried to mask it afterwards. 'Did I really do that to her?'

Remy sighed heavily, wanting so badly to shake that image of the Dean from her mind, but couldn't. Going back to her lonely apartment wouldn't help her much either. So. She decided to do something else.

The place smelled of sweat, cigarettes, and heavy alcohol mixed into one; as terrible as it was, Remy actually missed that odd combination of smells. Three beers and a few shots in, she was feeling quite relaxed, relaxed enough to join a few people in a corner of the club to take the partying to a whole new level.

"Here you go, sexy." The blonde bombshell handed her a small thick straw. Remy grinned and leaned over the table and closed her eyes, using the straw to inhale some pretty strong substance. It burned, causing her to wince and move away. But in no time, it definitely took affect on her. "Mmn, good stuff." She moaned, laying back into the chair. The blasting music didn't seem so loud at this point, and her body was becoming numb by the minute. Remy licked her lips and gazed around the busy club, and noticed a familiar face in the distance. Her smile grew wider as she shifted her head to the side. The blonde smirked, "Go get her, girl!" Remy snickered and winked at the blonde and then stood up, stumbling at first, but was quickly in pursuit. Her vision was becoming more and more blurry; however, she reached her destination, and claimed the woman as her own. After some mindless make-out sessions, Remy invited the woman back to her apartment where they took it a step farther. Remy was in her own little world, right up to the point where she fell asleep that night, naked in her bed, in the arms of a beautiful woman.

"Mmn, Lisa…" She was out like a light in no time, with a smile rested on her lips.

The next morning. The sun shot through the bedroom window and landed right on Remy's face, causing her to wince. The migraine came shortly after. 'Dear God, what the hell happened last night?' Everything on her body was aching. She winced and turned over to see a note resting on the pillow next to her. "The hell?" She mumbled and sat up on the bed, picking up the note to read it.

'Thanks for a great night last night. If you want to hook up again, just call me. -Linda'

"Damnit."

She crunched the paper up and tossed it into the trash bin before looking at the clock. "Sonuva bitch!" She moved out of bed and went right to her closet to get something to wear. She was two hours late for work, there was no time to shower. If anything, she'd have to shower there. Remy changed into her work clothes and put her hair up into a messy bun and she was out of there and off to her job.

"Cuddy! Where are you hiding her body?" House yelled as he made his way into Lisa's office where she had been signing some forms. "House, not now, go do something productive for once." He took a seat in the chair across from her desk. "Not until you tell me where you're storing Thirteen. Believe it or not, I need that lesbian Casanova around." He started to twirl his cane as he talked. "House, what are you talking about?" Cuddy, yet again, gave in and put all of her attention towards him; this time because Thirteen was mentioned. "Playing innocent, eh? Well, Thirteen is two and a half hours late for work…" He stood up and pondered around the room. "Yesterday, I couldn't help but notice that every time you came around, my quirky bi-sexual disappeared."

"House, will you please leave me alone? I don't know where Dr. Hadley is. Maybe she's hiding from you."

"Oh that's impossible! She digs me, even if she won't admit it…If she doesn't appear within the hour, I will be back, with handcuffs." He snickered deviously before making his exit and heading back to his office where he would distract himself with internet porn for the next hour, or five.

Cuddy wanted to continue working, but her mind went into overload as she wanted to know just why Remy hadn't shown up. Biting her lower lip, Cuddy put down her pen and made her way out of her office and over to the main desk at the front of the building. She was prepared to ask if any of them had seen Dr. Hadley yet, but she surprisingly didn't have to.

In the corner of her eye, she saw a young woman try to carefully walk past her without being seen. "Dr. Hadley." Cuddy raised her voice slightly, causing the younger woman to stop dead in her tracks. "My office, now." She demanded.

Remy knew this wasn't going to be good at all, there would be so many questions…And half of them won't even be about why she was running late. But of course, she had to do as told here…Remy led the way to Cuddy's office and took a seat. Cuddy closed and locked the door and placed herself at the front of her desk - leaning against it. Only a few feet separated them.

"Well," She went into 'serious mode', "an explanation would be nice, why are you late Dr. Hadley? Your shift started almost three hours ago."

"I slept in, sorry." Her tone was dull. Thirteen wanted nothing more but to hit the closest showers and wash away everything from last night before Cuddy or House found out about it.

Lisa wasn't going to take that answer though. She leaned away from the desk and began to walk around the younger woman slowly. "I don't see any bruises on you, no bleeding…You don't look too well, but if you were sick, you'd call it in…" She walked over to Remy's shoulder and smelled something odd. So she leaned in behind Remy and inhaled her scent. The Dean's eyes went wide, due to two important things: the small hint of cocaine that rested on Thirteen's nostril, and the musky combination of sweat, alcohol, and sex.

The Dean walked right back on over to the front of her desk as Remy kept her gaze dead-center, showing no hint of emotion at all. "So that's why you're late? You fool around and get intoxicated, inhale cautious drugs into your body, and then sleep with strangers? I thought you were over that!"

"Guess I'm not."

"Why did you do it, Dr. Hadley? Why?"

"I thought I could escape for just a little while, but apparently I couldn't. So sue me." Remy blinked a few times, recalling last night's grand event - where she thought she was having sex with Lisa, not a stranger. The touching, the heat of their bodies together in perfect rhythm, the moans, the pleasure…None of it was real, it was all in her mind - her fantasy.

"Escape what?" Cuddy's tone became slightly louder.

"You." Remy finally looked up to Cuddy.

"Excuse me?" Cuddy furrowed her brows, calling the younger woman out.

"I said, you." Their eyes met.

"Why me? Am I really that terrible to be around? One minute we were doing great, and then you tell me that 'I'm too old'. You purposely avoided me yesterday, and now I'm the real reason why you messed up last night?" She paused for a moment and then realized something, "What did you mean when you said you couldn't escape?"

Remy got up from her seat and stared right at Lisa Cuddy. "I saw your face yesterday, the pain that I caused you. It taunted me all day, all night. I went to a club, distracted myself…Then I thought I saw you…I thought I was with you last night. Happy? Now, I'm going to go take a shower and get to work, unless you're going to fire me now. Then I'll go home and we don't have to see each other ever again." Remy lashed out angrily.

"You said I was too old…"

"Christ, Cuddy! I lied, but for a very good reason - like it's really any of your business, to begin with. Why does this even matter to you, anyways? You are STRAIGHT. I am NOT...You know what, Forget this. I'm tired of talking about it. I'm done." Remy began to walk out of the office, until…

Cuddy's hand extended and took hold of Thirteen's sleeve, causing her to stop dead in her tracks for the second time that day. Remy turned to face Cuddy who had instantly moved closer to her. Their eyes reconnected and Remy could see what the Dean wanted…What she also had longed for…Both of the Dean's hands took hold of Remy's, only to guide them around her waist. Once the deed was done, Lisa placed her hands on the younger woman's shoulders and leaned in. Their lips collided into each other.

Both of their minds were spinning, the whole world disappeared in seconds as they broke the boundaries together. After a moment, Remy tightened her hold on Lisa, not wanting for this to ever end. This time, kissing her, seemed so different from the other night. There wasn't just lust, something more, something powerful. It terrified her. Lisa became weak in the knees, using Remy as her support system all during the passionate, glorious kiss. It started out slow and soft, the two women getting used to each other; within moments, their tongues were making full contact. Remy pushed Lisa forward until that beautiful woman had bumped into her own desk. Cuddy was practically sandwiched between the wooden structure and Remy, but she was definitely not complaining. It was easy to say that Remy never had any other desire so strong, and so covetous, that she was risking everything in order to have Lisa right at that moment. The drugs…The alcohol…Nothing could even compare to all the trouble she would get into if someone busted her and Lisa in such a compromising position.

There were those little sparks all over again; the same sparks that she felt the other time when they kissed. And the longer the kiss lingered, the faster the sparks turned into complete fireworks. Each kiss took a slight breath out of Cuddy, and only made it more challenging; for she had to force herself to not relinquish any type of moan. Call her crazy, but she was a tad shy about such small gestures of enjoyment in her office. The Dean's hand seemed to venture to limits where she thought were completely forbidden on the young doctor. Sliding itself down Remy's body and along the hem of her shirt, it finally slipped under the fabric to make full contact. But it didn't stop there, she pushed her hand even farther up the woman's body until she reached her bra.

The moment seemed perfect without any words being said; it was all primarily physical contact that was getting them both through everything right now.

"Lisa Cuddy, come out with your hands up. I know you have the hostage!" House announced, jerking the knob on the door as he desperately made the attempt of breaking in. The sudden interruption caused the two to break apart from the kiss. Cuddy pulled out a tissue and handed it to Remy, for she could quickly wipe away the residue from Cuddy's lipstick. "Act pissed off, he won't suspect a thing." Remy spoke up as she walked with her boss' boss to the door. Lisa nodded and unlocked it, finally giving in to House's demand.

"Thirteen! You alive, did she bloody you up, pulverize you and then spit in your face, afterwards?" House pretended to act worried. "Shut up, House." Remy made her way out of the office, her bitchy mood masked everything quite perfectly. House perked his brow up, shifting all of his weight onto the cane as Lisa was staring him down. "What? It was a rescue mission!"

"Out. NOW."

"Yeah, yeah. Just stay away from Thirteen. If you want to break anyone's spirit, go after Chase. That Aussie nitwit, he's getting fussier each day. Instead of giving him one of my best hookers, I'll give him a bitchy boss with big funbags."

"House, do not test my patience. LEAVE."

As much as Cuddy wanted to search for Thirteen, it would appear too suspicious. Instead, she closed the door and tried her very best to continue on with paperwork.

Meanwhile, Thirteen had escaped to the showers where she cleaned up. She washed away the stench of everything that happened from the previous night and focused all of her worries on what happened back in Cuddy's office. She placed her fingertips gently against her lips as she stood under the hot water, remembering the kiss that was shared between her and the Dean of Medicine. Knowing that House was probably looking for her, Remy quickly finished her shower and changed as quickly as possible. She was a little relieved that Lisa didn't appear from out of the blue; because she knew that she couldn't trust herself when that woman was close to her. Remy knew she would lose control again. The day's events had been long and somewhat confusing; strike that, very confusing. The sad thing is, it wasn't even noon yet.