Chapter 9: Into Motion.
After lunch House returned to his office a sack slung over his shoulder and a grin on his face. He found Cicciliano in the conference room by the coffee machine.
"How's our patient?" house asked as he came up beside her.
"The patient has become mobile," Cicciliano said handing House some sugar packets, "don't use that!" she said as she pointed to the sugar jar.
"Ah, a fine saline solution," House smiled.
"The banker's box beside your desk is filled with latex gloves and garbage bags. I put as many files as I had finished on top to make it look like you had some serious paper work to finish up," Cicciliano said, "which you actually should look at."
"I won't, and good thinking," House said and moved toward his desk.
"What's in the bag?" Chase asked as he and Forman walked into the office.
"Hyper Hydration," House said, "Go cross sodium imbalance off the board, it's already taken affect." He added and pulled a fuzzy white stuffed cat out of his sack.
"What is that for?" Cicciliano asked.
House sat down in his chair and began to stroke the cat.
"Doctor Evil?" Chase asked, "That's what you want us to call you?"
"For now," House smiled, "the cat is for Rachel, I picked it up while I was at the toy store."
"Do I want to know?" Forman asked.
"Hyper Hydration," Chase said excitedly, "nice move boss."
"It's totally hush, hush," House said, "it is the final faze of our evil plot."
"I found their cars by the way, and moved them for you." Forman said.
"I knew your juvenile record would serve me well one day." House smiled.
"I didn't boost the cars," Forman said, "I broke into their lockers and stole their keys and then returned them later."
"Nice!" Chase cheered and high-fived Forman.
"Wilson is heading this way," Taub said as he walked into the room.
"Act casual," House said as Wilson came to the door.
"House, did you take my car?" Wilson asked.
"No, I have mine," House said stroking the stuffed cat.
Wilson stared at him.
"Seriously, I have a patient; I have been here the whole time!" House said, "Man why am I always the first guy that gets blamed when you can't remember where you parked! Maybe you should get tested for Alzheimer's or something, you're loosing it!"
"You look less than convincing," Wilson said.
"Just because we are at war, doesn't mean I am going to steal your car," House said, "And the cat is for Rachel, she's coming to visit!"
Wilson rolled his eyes and left the office.
"Nice cover," Taub said sarcastically, "but you have guilt written all over your face."
"And you're short!" House retorted "Oh sorry, I thought we were having a 'state the obvious' contest- I'm not trying to look guilty on purpose- Honest! I mean, who would do that? It's just mean" House tittered. "Mussolini, what did you find out about the closet?" he asked changing the subject.
"Day after tomorrow, at the latest," She answered and fell into the chair in front of his desk.
Cuddy walked in minute later followed by the little bubbly girl.
"Greg!" she shouted.
"Hey!" House smiled.
"Hi Forman, Chase, Taub, Mussolini!" Rachel said addressing the gathering of doctors.
"Hi," they all responded to her.
"So, what's the plan Stan?" Rachel asked turning to House as he boosted her up and sat her on his desk.
"Stay out of trouble you two," Cuddy said as she left the office.
"Bye!" House and Rachel called after her.
"What does your t-shirt say, Rachel," Chase asked.
"TEAM HOUSE!" Rachel cheered.
"This, my minions, is mini-me!" House laughed.
"Why am I not surprised that you would find a way to monopolize on the biggest tween craze right now?" Cicciliano asked.
"You're just jealous because you want a Team House t-shirt." House said.
"Unless you are all about Team Wilson," Rachel said, "if you are, you are fired!"
"No, I am one hundred percent Team House," Cicciliano laughed, "and yeah I do want a T-shirt!"
"Good cause I had them made for all of us!" House said pulling them out of his bag. The vampire font scrolled across the fronts of all the t-shirt as the doctors laughed at the novelty.
"They aren't really t-shirts," House said, "I thought scrubs would be better. I kind of took the fad and made it my own!"
Cicciliano was the first to throw her new shirt over her head.
"Yay we are twins now!" Rachel cheered looking every bit the little doctor. Her Team House scrubs came complete with baby pink pants and top. She wore her mini lab coat and her pink stethoscope around her neck. Her hair was pulled into cute little pig tales that bobbed around as she moved.
"Do you want us all in our scrubs?" Chase asked still looking at the shirt.
"Yes he does!" Rachel answered.
"Then, I'll go change," Chase laughed.
"I would like you all to sport your uniforms!" House smiled, "this may get messy!"
House and Rachel waited in his office as the four others walked away. They returned shortly, dressed from head to toe in their own scrubs, and wearing their Team House tops. House laughed at the sigt as Rachel ran energetically into Forman's arms.
"You like it, Mini-House?" Forman asked with a laugh.
"This is so much fun!" Rachel shrieked. "You all look so good!"
"So what's next boss?" Cicciliano asked.
"Operation Paraneoplastic Syndrome," House said, "the enemy has office time in our office in three, two, one," he added and watched the others come round the corner.
Wilson and his team walked into the conference room and closed the door that lead into House's office. The two new fellows stared at the Team gather behind the glass and the team uniforms that they all sported. They watched as Wilson walked to the door and entered House's office.
"What do you have planned?" Wilson asked, a hint paranoia evident in his voice.
"Surgery," Chase said and left the room.
"Drug trials," Forman added and followed him out.
"Clinic," Taub said.
"Me, too," Cicciliano smiled and took Rachel by the hand, "And Rachel is going back to her mommy."
"Paperwork," House answered Wilson and picked up the stack of files beside his desk, "Man I have so much work to do!" he said, over-exaggerating as he flipped open the first file. "Don't you have your peeps to deal with?" he asked and motioned to the door.
"Whatever you are planning House, I don't like the looks of it!" Wilson said and walked away.
"Go Team House," House smiled to himself and stroked the stuff cat he had placed under his desk.