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"What are you doing here?"
"I told you, I work here now. Have done for four months. I suppose you've not shown up for your own clinic duty or never needed a cardiologist for one of your cases otherwise you'd have found that out sooner."
"Chase is a cardiologist-"
"Chase works for you, so I'm sure his specialities are a little muddled right now. Probably doesn't know whether he's coming or going. I hear your lackeys have to do all sorts, so I'm not surprised that-"
"Excuse me, Doctors, but do you have to have this conversation here?"
The old woman that had come into the clinic complaining of joint pains, swelling, and fatigue amongst an array of other things; she was looking at Cal with confusion and worry written all over her face. She'd had her examination interrupted by House, who cared more for Stevenson's sudden reappearance in his life than he did about this woman's privacy.
"Oh yeah, sorry," Cal muttered nonchalantly. "This guy is the hospital nuisance and they pay him for it. Sure, anyone can do that, but nobody does it better than Dr House."
She then turned to House himself and said, "if you want to chat, go and wait outside and I'll be right there. I'm sure your impatient arse can wait five minutes."
And so, five minutes and a rheumatoid arthritis diagnosis later, Cal was handing in her patient file and heading to the cafeteria with House by her side. She was amused that he'd gotten all worked up about her presence and, admittedly, it was nice to see that smug smirk she remembered so well.
To Cal's dismay, she ended up paying for House's lunch, which she assumed was payback for when she stole his cane yesterday. It seemed as though there might be a war on the horizon.
So, as they sat down in the corner of the cafeteria, Cal stole some of House's fries from his plate before turning to him with an amused smile and speaking with her mouth full:
"So, Greg, I hear you have a friend here- or should I say, an enabler. It's James Wilson, right? Oncologist?"
"Yeah, funny," he uttered sarcastically. "Don't tell him you think he's an enabler or he'll cry."
"Actually, I'm tempted to tell him I'm one of your hookers."
"Go for it. Wilson will believe anything."
"Great, well, you've got to go along with it, too. You're good at lying so it'll be easy."
House raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I'm a good liar?"
"Takes one to know one," Cal replied smugly. "Besides, you wouldn't have gotten where you are today- with all your privileges and whatnot- if you didn't cut corners or tell white lies. You haven't changed."
