Sword of Damocles
Thirteen was the last of the Fellows to arrive at work. The first thing she noticed was House was missing and the boys looked very somber for the morning. When she entered the conference room Taub , who had just come back from Cuddy's office, spoke up.
"The Queen Kamehameha wants to see you in the Tiki Room."
"Where's the Big Kahuna?" Thirteen walked past them to get herself a cup of coffee. She kept it casual, pretending she didn't know anything.
"Waikiki."
"Let's hope he gets lei'd." Remy walked out curious as to what Cuddy had found out about House.
"Have a seat," the Dean of Medicine showed her to the sofa. "Kudos on recommending I contact House's shrink." She handed her the fax.
Remy scanned it quickly. "It doesn't really say much."
"I find that worrisome. God only knows what's going on." Lisa made herself comfortable on the couch. "Wilson won't be in for a few hours. I figure after some sleep he might be more coherent."
"Do you think Wilson can get anything out of the neighbors?"
"He's too nice."
"Do you want me to check things out?"
Cuddy wasn't sure how to answer that. "Let's leave the covert operations on hold for now. I wanted to talk to you about what's going to happen in the next few weeks."
Remy felt her stomach turn sour. She sipped her coffee to avoid making a comment.
"Based on what happened the last time Dr. Foreman was in charge, I thought it would be best to offer you an alternative."
Remy nodded. "Was this Eric's idea?"
"No, not at all. Of course I did tell him of my plan when I asked him to run the department."
"What was his reaction?"
"He didn't want the job."
"You could have asked someone else." Remy hid behind the coffee mug again.
"I would have asked you," Lisa said hesitantly.
"But…"
"But there'd be a coup." Cuddy threw her hands up in the air. "You know the boys' egos couldn't handle it."
"I don't want to leave Diagnostics, but when House is not there, it's as if I'm invisible."
Cuddy walked over to her desk and retrieved a file. "That's why I'm offering you several options." She handed Dr. Hadley the file.
"When do I have to make a decision?" Remy tucked the folder under her arm as she prepared to return to the fourth floor.
"I'm not making you decide until you feel you need to make a decision. I want you to keep your options open."
Remy simply nodded in understanding. She exited the office only to turn on her heels. "I'd like to be here when you talk with Wilson."