A/N - Sorry if this chapter seems off, I don't think it does...okay maybe a little bit. It's just been a frustrating day and I needed to vent so I vented into the story. Also thank you for the reviews that I got last chapter, it meant a lot to here your insights. I enjoy reading what you all are thinking good or bad. So I am encouraging reviewing.

Chapter Eight - Tattletale Tattletale Is Swing On A Bulls Tail

House sat cross legged, right leg over left, in his office. He was angry of what the outcome was, 15 days for her and he was under supervision. "Fucking clinic duty." The chair that once smelled that urine was now occupied by him once again.

He shut eyes trying to tell himself that this was going to be over with in a flash.

"Is it true that Dr. Young called Cuddy a whore?" Thirteen walked in with Foreman and Taub hot on her trail.

House eyes flung open and he rubbed his temple trying to tell them that he was annoyed but the questions. "Hello to you too."

They stood over top of him awaiting his answer. But received none. "Cameron said that she heard from Brenda which heard from Wilson I think that Cuddy was called a whore?"

"Yeah, so?" House looked at them. "Is there something wrong with you all?" He looked at his team which was staring back at him, they were far to curious. " Why haven't you asked me how long I have been dipping my pen in the ink for?" House smiled. It was good to be his natural self without Cuddy around.

"What did you do?" Taub spoke up. He wasn't all that sure on how long they had been dating for, word in the hospital was a few months now.

House rubbed his temple again, he didn't say anything.

"Since your not answering the question means one of two things happened you stood up and told the board off, that didn't happen though because you still have a job. The other thing is that you didn't do squat." Foreman spoke up, he was a little concerned. He knew that he would have said something, House on the other hand…

"Oh my god, you let her be called a whore."

"House can I talk to you?" Cuddy stood holding the glass door open. Her eyes roamed the members of House's team.

"We'll go do that CT scan." Thirteen smiled and the small group left through the other door.

"Smooth." House yelled out too them as they disappeared out of his view.

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"Did you ever find out who said something to the board?" House stood in the kitchen and watched Cuddy scrub at the dirty dishes.

"No." Cuddy stared blankly at the grease stained plate.

"I want to know." House leaned against the counter to try and get a better look at her face.

"And you think I don't?" Cuddy scrubbed a little harder.

"Yeah, lately I have been thinking that. It's been a week since we have gotten the letter." House's fingers curves under the ledge of the semi-stylish counter.

"I've been busy." Cuddy soaked the sponge again before grabbing another plate. "Can you at least dry?"
"Doing what?" House grabbed a dish towel. He knew that his help would prolong the yelling that might come from this conversation.

"Work." House was getting frustrated with her short answers.

"I work with you," House paused, debating if he wanted to continue with what he had thought of. "What's the real reason you don't want to know?" House put the dish down that was in his hand. He flung the dish towel over his shoulder and grabbed Cuddy by the waist and turned her around to face him. "What is the real reason you don't want to find out who tattletale?"

Cuddy face was looking towards the sink half full of pans. "I got to do the dishes." She knew she sounded pathetic. If she couldn't have a decent conversation with House right now then when would she be able too? When would she be able to if they got married? IF. What would happen if the outcome of they relationship left them both stranded and looking for a new job.

"Cuddy for god sake, your pathetic." It was strange to hear the words in a sentence together. Especially from House.

"Do you really want to know why I don't want to know?" Cuddy looked in his eyes and regretted as soon as she did it. House looked at her, he didn't want to repeat himself again. " I am scared shitless that if we find out who did it that we are going to regret every dating to begin with." House flinched at the word dating. It had took them months to even consider their relationship as 'dating'.

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Cuddy sat on the edge of the seat. House shift his legs so she could be near him. She placed her hand on his legs and then quickly removed it. "What's up?" House looked at her and instantly missed the contact that she made.

"We need to talk." Cuddy eyes darted to the ground. "The hospitals been talking…" She let her voice trail off.

"Cuddy, spit it out?" House's voice was concerned he could tell that something was a matter with her.

Cuddy smiled, she wasn't quite sure how to word it. "It was someone that is close to you." House quirked an eyebrow. "I was afraid that this was going to happen, I just knew this was going to happen." Cuddy twirled her thumbs around each other.

"I always knew gossip was good for something," House looked at her. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.

"He tried to cover his tracks." Cuddy was beating around the bush and didn't know why. She was furious that he would even rat them out, rat them out to the board after all. Wasn't she the one that got him the job after all? "Taub."

"Not Wilson?" House looked at her. He wasn't sure if he could believe the hospital gossip….this time anyways. "How would he have known, the only person that knew was Wilson."

Cuddy shrugged her shoulders, she was kind of glad that she had told him. "Why on earth would you think I am close to Taub?" House looked at Cuddy, she made direct connect with him.

"I just thought since he was a part…" Cuddy stopped talking.

"I hired him cause you made me." House looked at her. He knew that wasn't true, he narrowed it down and had hired him. "I know why." House pressed his cane into the carpet and swung his legs off to the side to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Cuddy looked at him as he rounded the chair.

"To find Taub." House opened the glass door. "Dinner at six?" House called over his shoulder as the door went back to its rightful closed space.

"It's okay to be scared." House looked down at the smaller women in front of him. He placed his hands back on to her hips after he placed the dish towel down.

"Like you would know." Cuddy couldn't believe how sincere he was being.

"I would." House allowed the words to slip out. It was still hard for him to admit his feelings to her.

House leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"I bet you it's Wilson." Cuddy smiled trying to lighten the mood.

"Wilson?" House pulled back to get a better look at her. Was she serious?

"You pissed the man off when it came to Amber." Cuddy step forward and met his lips with hers. "I got to finish up, go…," Cuddy waited until something clever came to mind. "play with yourself."

"Only if you promise to join me in a bit." House smirked.

"Promise." Cuddy turned to finish doing the dishes in the dirty cooling water.

"Tattletale, tattletale swing on a bull's tail." House walked into the lab. He hide his smirk once he got the attention of the man her wanted, among others. "When you need a drink cup of tea, you can drink some pee." House looked at Taub and Taub looked down the scope.

"What are you twelve?" Thirteen spoke up from behind the shelf.

"No I'm thirteen." House's eyes never left Taub. "So Taub, anything you want to say?"

A/N - I know another one. I realize that 12 does seem a little old for that rhyme but I love quote that line from CSI. Wendy says it to Hodges in "Lab Rats" 7x20. Anyways that is what I wanted to say here. Also I'll add it again, sorry if this is off rough day. I hope you all enjoyed it though. Let me know if you didn't....or did.