You want me to Date You?

Chapter Nineteen

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When House arrived at work with Wilson, having followed the ambulance that they called for Calvin, he was ushered into Cuddy's office and currently stood in front of her desk with a bored look on his face.

"Go see Stacy." Cuddy said as she sat forward in her desk chair, her elbows resting on the surface of her desk.

"Why?" House questioned, "We gave him an Epi, the man is fine."

"You hit a patient so you need a lawyer, go see Stacy."

House rolled his eyes and huffed. 'I haven't seen her since the woman began working here, why do I have to see her now?' he questioned to himself. He held up his hand, holding up four fingers. "Four words," he dropped two fingers, "Two mistakes... He's not a patient and I didn't hit him."

Cuddy sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Of course you didn't, now go see Stacy."

"I didn't cause the anaphylaxis; it's more likely to be one of his HIV meds abacavir." House countered.

"I'll pass that along; make sure the ER takes him off it. I'm not going to say it again House... go see Stacy." She said sternly and watched until House grudgingly turned and left her office before she rolled her eyes and continued to work on paperwork.

House had checked in with his team before he made it to Stacy's office and found himself just staring at her closed door, looking at her nametag. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door, hearing her beckoning him to enter before he opened it and stepped inside. He saw that Stacy was looking over papers at her desk as she glanced up at him and smiled. "Stacy." He said.

"House... How are you and Cameron?" she asked as she sat back in her seat, a piece of paper in her hand.

"Were good... I assume you know why I'm here?" he asked.

Stacy nodded, "You have to treat him."

House sighed, "There's no case medically, he has AIDS and at most an infection."

"If you don't treat him, he plans on charging you with assault."

House growled and shook his head. "Just 'cause he says I hit him doesn't make it true. Watch," He looked up at the ceiling and shuts his eyes tightly, "I am surrounded by naked cheerleaders," There's a moment of silence between the two and Stacy rolls her eyes. "See?" He questioned. "Although I like my chances of some action this morning."

Stacy smirked. "Oh, I forgot that today was hooker day! Does Allison know?" she asked, holding back a chuckle.

House rolled his eyes and leaned on a chair that sat in front of her desk. "How's Mark?" he shot back.

Stacy shrugged and moved some papers around on her desk. "He's been going to physio..." House nodded and watched as Stacy became stiff as she turned to look through her computer.

"Just cure the guy and get on with it House." She said, turning to see House sigh in defeat before he turned and left her office.

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In the diagnostics room, House stood beside the white board as he began the differential for his patient. "Name is Calvin Laramie, so flamboyant in person, so boring on paper. Obviously has an opportunistic infection, probably TB or PCP."

"Have you read his file?" Chase asked.

"I started to, but I found the characters to be two dimensional."