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Well I thought I'd tham gia in on the action and post this story I have been working on for a long time, its still a work in progress but I'd thought I'd post it here.
It was a decision that even Cuddy was surprised she had made. She had got an email from an old colleague of hers telling her about a conference that was being held in Luân Đôn for Endocrinologists. He had suggested that she go. At first she was reluctant, stating that she was busy, running a hospital and all and wouldn’t have the time to attend the conference. He had continued on, saying that every once and a while everyone needs a break, and that the hospital wouldn’t come crashing down if she was gone for a few weeks. The decision was almost instantaneous, it wasn’t her colleague's persuasion that convinced her to go, it wasn’t even the idea of Luân Đôn that made her want to go, it was the sight of Gregory House pushing open the door to her office that made the decision final.
She acted like she was listening to House’s ravings about clinic duty and how all the patients were idiots, but her mind was really on other things. To be perfectly honest, she wasn’t at all interested in going to this conference, it was just an excuse she would now use to leave. The real reason she decided to go away was to escape from all of this. Escape from the mountains of paperwork she faced every day. Escape from the snide các bình luận made behind her back. Escape from certain people who tried to make her life miserable. Yes, as each một phút Gregory House complained about his clinic duty, Cuddy became much surer she had made the right decision.
As soon as House had left her office, she got online, booked airplane tickets to Luân Đôn through British Airways, informed her latest secretary she would be going on vacation in a couple of weeks, and sat back and waited for the inevitable complaints that would soon accost her. But not even House’s persistent jibes about the similarities between her đít, mông, ass and the millennium wheel could stop her from boarding the plane a few weeks later; and turning her cell phone conveniently off.
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“This is Lisa Cuddy. I can’t come to the phone right now, but please…” House snapped his cell phone shut as the familiar voice-mail echoed in his ears. Cuddy still wasn’t picking up and after the ninth time trying to call her, he realized that she had no intention of picking up any time soon.
Wilson eyed House, “Still not picking up huh?”
House shook his head exasperated, “No, so that means we’re stuck with that chó cái, bitch that Cuddy put in charge, Dr. Gurstein.” House đã đưa ý kiến shuddering as her uttered the name.
“House, her name is Dr. Gurthur.”
“I know, but if I say Dr. Gurstein she sounds thêm evil.”
“Why are all your arch-enemies được trao German last names…and the government says that ti vi doesn’t manipulate the minds of children.”
House made a face in reply, knocking a couple of files off of Wilson’s bàn with his cane.
“Heh, bạn know that only proves my point about bạn being a child,” Wilson sneered as he bent down to pick up the files, “By the way, just because someone makes bạn follow the rules and fill out some paper-work every now and again doesn’t make that person a bitch.” Wilson lectured.
“She doesn’t let me do my job!” House exclaimed.
“How, because she makes bạn take the an toàn, két an toàn route and cover your ass?” Wilson asked.
“No, I do things the way I do them because they work. I don’t run pointless tests on patients because I already know the answer before I run them, I need new information. That’s how I solve the cases.”
“Well is it so bad to double check every now and again, bạn know, in case you're wrong?” Wilson responded, he looked up and noticed a new patient of his standing in the doorway, patiently waiting for Wilson to notice her. Wilson indicated that House should leave, and in response House got up from the chair and left. He opened the door for the patient but couldn’t help uttering before he left, “Now Wilson, be good with this one, don’t screw her like bạn did with the last one.”
He limped into his office, made his way over to his chair, plopped down into it and propped his cane up on the tường opposite him. He took his old, familiar quần vợt ball in his hands and began tossing it up in the air, trying to think about his situation. He had to reach Cuddy somehow; he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It shocked him how much he was obsessing over her being gone, and it bothered him how much he cared about it. But suddenly the quần vợt ball was snatched from the air as it was coming back down and now lay in the hands of the frightening figure of Dr. Gurther.
“I came to remind you, Dr. House, that bạn haven’t finished your clinic duty for this week. I have been lenient with bạn on this because I thought bạn had a case but since bạn have time to throw a ball around, I’m sure bạn have time for clinic duty." She paused to take a breath, "I presume bạn will be staying late?” She ordered thêm than asked.
House was not interested in a word the woman had said, instead he noticed that she was dressed in her áo, áo khoác and had her cái ví, ví tiền with her, she was intending on going home. Suddenly his problem of reaching Cuddy was solved, he had an idea. “Why Dr. Gurther, I would never dream of skipping out on clinic duty, I must have just forgotten," House apologized, "I have been feeling horrible about the way I have treated bạn this week, it must have been very hard to stand in for Dr. Cuddy in such short notice.” House admitted, trying with all his might to sound sympathetic.
Dr. Gurther nodded her head slightly, she was wary but did not sense any danger and let him continue.
“Oh I see bạn have your áo, áo khoác and things with you. I’ll tell bạn what, bạn go home, read a book, relax in the tub and I’ll take care of things tonight, ok?” House asked.
Anyone wiser to House would have immediately smelled trouble, but Dr. Gutner had only been there for a week and House could be quite charming when he wanted to be.
“Alright Dr. House, but I’ll be expecting those clinic hours bởi tomorrow morning.” House nodded meekly, and showed her out of his office, waving goodbye as she walked down the hallway. House gave her a few phút head start before making his way to Cuddy’s office.
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Cuddy sank beneath the bubbles in her bathtub, uttering enjoying the caressing of the warm water against her skin. She hummed to herself. So far it had been a great week. Cuddy had decided not to go to the conference and just to enjoy the limited time she had away. She surfaced from the bubbles, dried her hands off, and picked up the book she had bought in the airport, “The Life and Times of King Henry VIII.” She was planning on going to Hampton Court Palace tomorrow and wanted to be informed about its past owner. Just as she had gotten herself into a comfortable position to read the book, the phone beside the bathtub rang. Cuddy froze; she set the book back down, turned and eyed the phone. She had managed for the past week to stay un-contacted and was hoping to remain so for the time being. But the phone rang on insistently and Cuddy was forced to answer it.
“Many apologies for bothering bạn Ma’am, but a Dr. Gregory House has called for you, shall I put him through?” The voice of the receptionist asked. Cuddy’s stomach tightened, of course it was him. It was always him. Realizing that House would keep calling until she finally accepted him, Cuddy decided to avoid the embarrassment now and told the receptionist to put House through.
“Ah, Dr. Cuddy I presume? It’s jolly good to hear from you, I was getting so gosh darned worried about you.” House’s horrible imitation of a British accent grated upon Cuddy’s ears.
“You called me genius, how did bạn even get a hold of me?” Cuddy inquired.
“I broke into your office, once your bloodhound Dr. Gurstein had left, hacked into your computer, discovered the Luân Đôn conference and then called the most expensive hotel in London.”
“Do bạn have nothing better to do than stalk me? bạn know I could have bạn put in jail.”
“Ah but bạn wouldn’t, after all bạn perjured yourself to keep me out of…” House was saying when Cuddy interrupted him, “House is there a reason why bạn called, hoặc are bạn just lonesome without me?”
“You need to come back,” House replied swiftly.
“Well that’s too dam bad, I’m enjoying myself.” Cuddy pointed out.
“The woman bạn picked to put in charge is a total bitch, she won’t let me do my job.”
“Maybe it’s good somebody is finally telling bạn no.” Cuddy was surprised how đắng, cay đắng that came out. There was an awkward pause and then House responded, “Well Cuddy bạn leave me no choice.”
“What do bạn mean bởi that?” Cuddy asked.
“I mean I’ll have to use my secret weapon.”
“House, House, what are bạn going to do?” Her voice rising when he didn’t answer, “House!” she shouted into the phone and then heard the infuriating click and hum of the phone that signaled he had hung up. Suddenly the bath seemed very cold, she grabbed the quần áo, áo choàng that was lying on the side bàn and climbed out of the bath.
Well I thought I'd tham gia in on the action and post this story I have been working on for a long time, its still a work in progress but I'd thought I'd post it here.
It was a decision that even Cuddy was surprised she had made. She had got an email from an old colleague of hers telling her about a conference that was being held in Luân Đôn for Endocrinologists. He had suggested that she go. At first she was reluctant, stating that she was busy, running a hospital and all and wouldn’t have the time to attend the conference. He had continued on, saying that every once and a while everyone needs a break, and that the hospital wouldn’t come crashing down if she was gone for a few weeks. The decision was almost instantaneous, it wasn’t her colleague's persuasion that convinced her to go, it wasn’t even the idea of Luân Đôn that made her want to go, it was the sight of Gregory House pushing open the door to her office that made the decision final.
She acted like she was listening to House’s ravings about clinic duty and how all the patients were idiots, but her mind was really on other things. To be perfectly honest, she wasn’t at all interested in going to this conference, it was just an excuse she would now use to leave. The real reason she decided to go away was to escape from all of this. Escape from the mountains of paperwork she faced every day. Escape from the snide các bình luận made behind her back. Escape from certain people who tried to make her life miserable. Yes, as each một phút Gregory House complained about his clinic duty, Cuddy became much surer she had made the right decision.
As soon as House had left her office, she got online, booked airplane tickets to Luân Đôn through British Airways, informed her latest secretary she would be going on vacation in a couple of weeks, and sat back and waited for the inevitable complaints that would soon accost her. But not even House’s persistent jibes about the similarities between her đít, mông, ass and the millennium wheel could stop her from boarding the plane a few weeks later; and turning her cell phone conveniently off.
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“This is Lisa Cuddy. I can’t come to the phone right now, but please…” House snapped his cell phone shut as the familiar voice-mail echoed in his ears. Cuddy still wasn’t picking up and after the ninth time trying to call her, he realized that she had no intention of picking up any time soon.
Wilson eyed House, “Still not picking up huh?”
House shook his head exasperated, “No, so that means we’re stuck with that chó cái, bitch that Cuddy put in charge, Dr. Gurstein.” House đã đưa ý kiến shuddering as her uttered the name.
“House, her name is Dr. Gurthur.”
“I know, but if I say Dr. Gurstein she sounds thêm evil.”
“Why are all your arch-enemies được trao German last names…and the government says that ti vi doesn’t manipulate the minds of children.”
House made a face in reply, knocking a couple of files off of Wilson’s bàn with his cane.
“Heh, bạn know that only proves my point about bạn being a child,” Wilson sneered as he bent down to pick up the files, “By the way, just because someone makes bạn follow the rules and fill out some paper-work every now and again doesn’t make that person a bitch.” Wilson lectured.
“She doesn’t let me do my job!” House exclaimed.
“How, because she makes bạn take the an toàn, két an toàn route and cover your ass?” Wilson asked.
“No, I do things the way I do them because they work. I don’t run pointless tests on patients because I already know the answer before I run them, I need new information. That’s how I solve the cases.”
“Well is it so bad to double check every now and again, bạn know, in case you're wrong?” Wilson responded, he looked up and noticed a new patient of his standing in the doorway, patiently waiting for Wilson to notice her. Wilson indicated that House should leave, and in response House got up from the chair and left. He opened the door for the patient but couldn’t help uttering before he left, “Now Wilson, be good with this one, don’t screw her like bạn did with the last one.”
He limped into his office, made his way over to his chair, plopped down into it and propped his cane up on the tường opposite him. He took his old, familiar quần vợt ball in his hands and began tossing it up in the air, trying to think about his situation. He had to reach Cuddy somehow; he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It shocked him how much he was obsessing over her being gone, and it bothered him how much he cared about it. But suddenly the quần vợt ball was snatched from the air as it was coming back down and now lay in the hands of the frightening figure of Dr. Gurther.
“I came to remind you, Dr. House, that bạn haven’t finished your clinic duty for this week. I have been lenient with bạn on this because I thought bạn had a case but since bạn have time to throw a ball around, I’m sure bạn have time for clinic duty." She paused to take a breath, "I presume bạn will be staying late?” She ordered thêm than asked.
House was not interested in a word the woman had said, instead he noticed that she was dressed in her áo, áo khoác and had her cái ví, ví tiền with her, she was intending on going home. Suddenly his problem of reaching Cuddy was solved, he had an idea. “Why Dr. Gurther, I would never dream of skipping out on clinic duty, I must have just forgotten," House apologized, "I have been feeling horrible about the way I have treated bạn this week, it must have been very hard to stand in for Dr. Cuddy in such short notice.” House admitted, trying with all his might to sound sympathetic.
Dr. Gurther nodded her head slightly, she was wary but did not sense any danger and let him continue.
“Oh I see bạn have your áo, áo khoác and things with you. I’ll tell bạn what, bạn go home, read a book, relax in the tub and I’ll take care of things tonight, ok?” House asked.
Anyone wiser to House would have immediately smelled trouble, but Dr. Gutner had only been there for a week and House could be quite charming when he wanted to be.
“Alright Dr. House, but I’ll be expecting those clinic hours bởi tomorrow morning.” House nodded meekly, and showed her out of his office, waving goodbye as she walked down the hallway. House gave her a few phút head start before making his way to Cuddy’s office.
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Cuddy sank beneath the bubbles in her bathtub, uttering enjoying the caressing of the warm water against her skin. She hummed to herself. So far it had been a great week. Cuddy had decided not to go to the conference and just to enjoy the limited time she had away. She surfaced from the bubbles, dried her hands off, and picked up the book she had bought in the airport, “The Life and Times of King Henry VIII.” She was planning on going to Hampton Court Palace tomorrow and wanted to be informed about its past owner. Just as she had gotten herself into a comfortable position to read the book, the phone beside the bathtub rang. Cuddy froze; she set the book back down, turned and eyed the phone. She had managed for the past week to stay un-contacted and was hoping to remain so for the time being. But the phone rang on insistently and Cuddy was forced to answer it.
“Many apologies for bothering bạn Ma’am, but a Dr. Gregory House has called for you, shall I put him through?” The voice of the receptionist asked. Cuddy’s stomach tightened, of course it was him. It was always him. Realizing that House would keep calling until she finally accepted him, Cuddy decided to avoid the embarrassment now and told the receptionist to put House through.
“Ah, Dr. Cuddy I presume? It’s jolly good to hear from you, I was getting so gosh darned worried about you.” House’s horrible imitation of a British accent grated upon Cuddy’s ears.
“You called me genius, how did bạn even get a hold of me?” Cuddy inquired.
“I broke into your office, once your bloodhound Dr. Gurstein had left, hacked into your computer, discovered the Luân Đôn conference and then called the most expensive hotel in London.”
“Do bạn have nothing better to do than stalk me? bạn know I could have bạn put in jail.”
“Ah but bạn wouldn’t, after all bạn perjured yourself to keep me out of…” House was saying when Cuddy interrupted him, “House is there a reason why bạn called, hoặc are bạn just lonesome without me?”
“You need to come back,” House replied swiftly.
“Well that’s too dam bad, I’m enjoying myself.” Cuddy pointed out.
“The woman bạn picked to put in charge is a total bitch, she won’t let me do my job.”
“Maybe it’s good somebody is finally telling bạn no.” Cuddy was surprised how đắng, cay đắng that came out. There was an awkward pause and then House responded, “Well Cuddy bạn leave me no choice.”
“What do bạn mean bởi that?” Cuddy asked.
“I mean I’ll have to use my secret weapon.”
“House, House, what are bạn going to do?” Her voice rising when he didn’t answer, “House!” she shouted into the phone and then heard the infuriating click and hum of the phone that signaled he had hung up. Suddenly the bath seemed very cold, she grabbed the quần áo, áo choàng that was lying on the side bàn and climbed out of the bath.