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An: I hope you all liked last chapter, and will equally this one! Thanks to my beta reader, ZedPM!
"Look House, you need a team - hire him already, I've already looked at his qualifications and he's brilliant," Cuddy told House in what she hoped was a persuasive tone.
"I'll decide that for myself whether I hire him or not, it is my choice." House told Cuddy, knowing he had the upper ground.
"House –"cuddy said widening her blue eyes
"What? You gonna fire me?" She didn't reply.
As House walked through the doors to the interview room he mumbled "I don't need a team"
"Hello, I'm Doctor Zeus" House said sarcastically whilst shaking Doctor Robert Chase's hand
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"Why do you want the job?" Asked House reluctantly, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the young blonde doctor seated across the desk from him.
"Because I think it would be I great opportunity for my medical career." Chase replied with an almost mechanical undertone to his voice, as if he had practised the answer a thousand times. It wouldn't have mattered what he said, anyway; House wasn't really listening.
"We've got ourselves an Aussie." House grumbled underneath his breath, loud enough only for himself to hear.
Cuddy, who was stood outside the interview room with a 'you-had-better-hire-him' look on her face, frowned with concentration, trying in vain to read both House and Chase's lips, under no illusions that what she discovered would be professional on House's part.
"What would you do if protocol stopped you treating a patient and you were sure of the diagnosis?" House was well aware that Cuddy was watching, and the question was more for her 'benefit' than for either him or Chase's. He was not quite sure why he had chosen to ask that, especially when he planned on dismissing the answer no matter what, but he figured he might as well pretend to ask semi-worthwhile questions if it kept her off his back.
'I'd go through proper channels to – ' House rolled his eyes and leant back in his chair. What was the point of interviews anyway? People gave practised, know-off-by-heart answers copied straight from a handbook he had never bothered to read and they meant nothing because they were all the same; once you hired the person, if you hired the person, then they changed completely anyway, secure in the belief that they had got what they wanted and no longer needed to work for it.
'Well?' Asked Cuddy, falling into step beside House when he left the slightly confused looking Australian doctor sat in his office several minutes later.
"I'll get back to him." House insisted, walking quickly towards the elevator. He had no particular reason to go in it, he was just hoping to lose Cuddy on the way. "You had better be happy, that was so boring it hurt." He continued angrily.
"So are you going hire him?" Cuddy sighed exasperatedly.
"I told him I'd get back to him tomorrow," House repeated, pressing the button with his cane.
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"House, you need to ring Doctor Chase back and tell him he's hired." Instructed Cuddy, striding into the maverick doctor's office, counter arguments for his protests at the ready.
"I'm the one who decides when and if I hire a team, even though I don't need a team," he replied, looking up from his crossword.
"You either get - " She began, but House interrupted her,
"Or your gonna fire me." House finished sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at Cuddy.
"House." Cuddy warned, raising her eyebrows back at him it was about one minute before either of them so much as blinked, each childishly trying to outlast the other's stare.
"Ok, ok if I hire him will you stop nattering please?" House said hopefully, clasping his hands in front of him in a mock begging gesture and pouting.
"Yes." Cuddy agreed. House smirked – there was a first for everything, but he doubted Cuddy stopping nagging him was included in 'everything'.
House reached for his office phone and started searching the piece of scrap paper where he written the phone number.
"Hello, I'm doctor Gregory House." Said House in a falsely cheery voice, making a 'happy?' face at Cuddy and frowning his frustration at having to hire this bubble headed moron.
"Doctor House? Did I get the job?" Chase asked, excitement lacing an otherwise anxious voice.
An: Sorry if any are out of character.