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Friday was the official casual day of Gotham General. You didn’t even know that hospitals did casual days, but you weren’t complaining. However, working in a blouse and skinny jeans made you look that much younger which wasn’t a bonus. Still you came to work in exactly that. Although the moment you got to the ER you were forced into scrubs so the effort had been in vain.

Coming into work you were greeted by three guys who needed stitches, a broken arm, and two food poisonings. That was only in the first two hours of your shift too. During your third hour you were faced with something worse than all of that combined. House limped down to the ER looking for you, and you were pretty easy to find.

“No. No. I will not work for you.” You said shaking your head, “I don’t need you distracting me today, House.”

“I need your help. You said if I needed your help to come to you.” He replied with a shrug.

You sighed and set some files down, “What’s wrong?”

He smirked, “Glad you asked. Follow me.”

You told Kairi you’d be right back and to tell the other doctors on duty that as well before following House out of the ER. He led you into the lobby. You threw your hands up, “Why am I in the lobby?”

“This is where I need your help.” He replied and lifted his cane to point across the lobby, “Chase is having his soul sucked away by a banshee.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked and followed his cane.

You spotted the familiar head of blond hair near the front doors. His shoulders were tense, you could see that even through his thick lab coat, and he was talking to somebody who was hidden in front of him. You side stepped some so you could see who the supposed banshee was.

She was short, shorter than you, with long sandy brown hair. The hair was braided to the side in a casual style. Her tan skin had a sprinkle of darker freckles over her button nose. She was petite with big green eyes and wore a pale yellow sundress with boots. She looked completely and total normal. In fact, she even looked like the type of girl you could see Chase dating.

You shook your head, “Is that his girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? I’m sorry have you met our serial slut of a doctor?” He asked, “Chase doesn’t date, he avoids sincere relationships like it’s cancer.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, “Because you obviously know all there is to know about healthy relationships.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “That’s Cassie. His psychopathic, neighbor stalker. I need you to go over there and get rid of her.”

“Get rid of her?”

“Scare her away. Or just beat the shit out of her, whichever one you want.” He pulled out a bottle of medicine. You learned recently from Wilson that it was Vicodin that House popped like candy.