So, last chapter was Bones; It only follows that this be House. Enjoy. That's an order, not a suggestion. :)

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Chapter Two: Meanwhile in New Jersey…

Dr. Lawrence Kutner leaned back in his chair. He held himself up for a total of three seconds before letting himself crash back to earth with a thud. He pushed himself up again.

"Kutner! Stop it!"

Kutner let his chair clatter back to earth. "Sorry." He said, dark eyes appraising the pretty girl sitting across the table from him. Dr. Remy Hadley, much better known by her nickname Thirteen, brushed her light brown hair out of her eyes and went back to the book she was reading.

"What are you reading?" He asked curiously.

Thirteen paused in her reading and flipped the book so Kutner could see. "Bred in the Bone, by Temperance Brennan. I love her books."

Dr. Chris Taub reached out and took the book from his co-worker, pausing so she could mark her place. "Is it any good?"

"Yeah, I've read every one so far."

"I think I read one of hers before." Kutner said, snatching the book from Taub, who let out an annoyed exclamation.

"Oh really? Did you read…" Thirteen began.

Bam! The door to the room burst open and their self proclaimed lord and master Gregory House himself stumped into the room, Dr. Eric Foreman right behind him.

"Look alive, ducklings! We've got a case."

The ducklings sat up straight. A case. Finally. Thirteen put her book back in her pack and watched Foreman toss a file onto the table.

"Thirty-three year old white guy. He's dying and Cuddy says we need to fix it." House cracked his knuckles and reached for the infamous black marker.

Kutner reached for the file at the same time that Thirteen did. Their hands bumped together. Thirteen jumped and snapped her hand away. Kutner swallowed hard and pulled his hand slowly off the table, a flush creeping up his dark cheeks. Thankfully, House's back was turned. Taub looked at them both like they were crazy and picked up the file.

"His heart's failing?"

"Yup!" House said cheerfully. "Isn't that fun?"

He scrawled heart failure on the board in huge letters.

"Is that our only symptom?" Taub asked, scanning the file.

"No, that's why that's the only thing I wrote down."

"Oh."

"Could be a congenital heart defect." said Thirteen.

"No," Kutner said absently, taking the file from Taub. "This says it just started."

"How long ago?" Thirteen stood up and walked around the table to peer over Kutner's shoulder, the awkward moment forgotten. Or at least it was, until Kutner's cologne filled her nasal passages. Thirteen felt her pulse quicken. What the hell? It's just Kutner. You don't even know him that well. Or like him that way at all. Thirteen hated not being in control. She tossed her hair and forced herself to lean further over his shoulder. God, he smelled so good! Kutner's breath caught in his throat as the scent of her shampoo wafted into him, her hair tickling his neck. Lavender…

"Um." He said when he realized that he still hadn't answered her. Sure he liked women. What red blooded male didn't? But…Kutner didn't think there had ever been a woman that had had this effect on him before. "A few days ago. He, uh, collapsed on a hike in the woods after he found those bones."

House stood with his mouth hung open. "No…way." He said, his stunned look transforming into one of full out glee.

Foreman shook his head. Oh no. This couldn't end up well.

Taub hadn't noticed a thing. "Could be a blocked artery that caused the heart attack. His file did say he didn't exercise a lot."

House didn't take his eyes off of Kutner and Thirteen. "Yeah yeah. Go test for it."

Thirteen slid away from Kutner. He glanced at her profile quickly before looking up at House. "All of us? For one test?"

House gave him his classic 'are you an idiot' stare. "Uh, yeah."

The three doctors exchanged looks and left the room. House grinned to himself and began to whistle, his previous bad mood disappearing as he found his activity for the next few days. He grabbed his cane from its hanging place on the white board and moseyed out of the room.

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Dr. James Wilson sighed happily and bit into his sandwich. He was actually going to get to eat his lunch without House stealing it. Thump thump thump. Or not.

"Hey, Jimmy, what's up?" House pulled out a chair and sat on it backwards.

Wilson sighed as House dug into his chip bag and munched on a handfulof his sour onion chips.

"So much for eating my lunch in peace."

"Now you're eating it in pieces!" House chortled, swiping Wilson's drink. "I think Kutner wants Thirteen."

Wilson choked on his sandwich. "You're not serious."

House slurped the drink. "And vice versa."

"You are serious." Wilson said in disbelief. "How high are you? You better not let Cuddy catch you."

House snorted. "I'm not high, and even if I was, I wouldn't be stupid enough to let Cuddy catch me."

"House, you're projecting Chase and Cameron onto Kutner and Thirteen!"

"Am not. Kutner has no annoying accent and Cameron's not bi. As far as I know."

"Then why on earth…"

"Because he's always staring at her."

"House, if staring at a person meant you were in love with them, then you and Cuddy would be married by now."

House glared at him. "I didn't say love, I said wants. Shut up."

Wilson at him grinned over his sandwich. "Then you want Cuddy…and vice versa."

House frowned. "That is ridiculous, I do not…Cuddy stares at me?"

Wilson laughed. "See that? You're intrigued in spite of yourself!"

House, realizing he'd been caught, folded his arms. "Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"You know what?" House stood up and grabbed the bag of chips. "You just lost your chip privileges. Go to your room."

"You mean my office?"

House ignored him, spinning on his heel and marching off, eating Wilson's chips ferociously.

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