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Chapter Thirty

AN: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short but I couldn't let you guys wait anymore. I know how much this story is loved and it's been a little hard for me to write lately. I'm feeling I'm in a bit of a slump. But I am trying! Do not think that I'm giving up, because I'm not. I hope you guys like this chapter even if it's so short and that I get reviews like I always do. Reviews make me want to keep writing. Enjoy!

Cuddy groaned when she shut the door to her car, and then grabbed her steaming thermos of coffee from the roof, before she entered into the hospital lobby. Instead of her usual route of going straight to her office, she walked behind the nurse's desk and straight to the elevator. The short ride took her to the floor of Diagnostics medicine, causing her to quickly walk to the conference room that belonged to House's team. She was greeted by Foreman and Chase when she walked inside and put her purse on the large table. "You made me come in this early to lie to a patient's wife?" she questioned tiredly.

Forman grimaced and watched as she took a long drink from her thermos. "Just tell her that something happened with her insurance or something. We want to talk to Michael without his wife being around."

"Please tell me that House came up with this idea?" she asked with a huff.

House stared at the wall full of the lipstick writing that he had made the night before and sighed before he popped a Vicodin. "House, our flight is boarding in twenty minutes. Let's go!" Cameron exclaimed as she tugged on his coat sleeve.

"We can take a later one," House mumbled back, half in thought.

Cameron sighed. "Greg, they can't leave without us. We checked in our bags."

He looked over at her sympathetically as his phone rang, making him quickly dig into his coat pocket to retrieve it. "Are we in?" he asked into the line.

Foreman answered on the other end. "Yeah. We moved the speakerphone into his room."

"Hi, I'm Gregory House. I'm your attending physician. Your wife's not in the room, so start talking," House stated.

"They took my stain!" Mike yelled. "I couldn't tackle the bear. They took my stain."

"Okay," House said, "You can shut up now. Foreman, give him the list again."

Foreman pulled up the whiteboard and began to name off things. "Let us know if something is right. Dirty, soiled, pain, brain..."

"Yes!" Mike yelled.

"Where does that get us?" Chase asked. "Were already paying plenty of attention to his brain, we've done an MRI and a CT scan."

"Are we sure he wasn't reacting to pain? He's been on painkillers," Foreman pointed out.

Mike sighed. "I dissuade the tonal category," he stated.

"Oh please," House groaned. "Mr. sleeping pills, amphetamines, bring me up, bring me down."

The airport announcer suddenly droned over the loudspeaker, "Will passenger Gregory House, please report to Gate seven. Gregory House to Gate seven please."

Cameron sighed. "House, we need to go."

"Not yet," he replied as he stared at the marked up wall as something suddenly crossed his mind. "Ever hear this one? Build a house, each wall has a southern exposure, a big bear comes wandering by, what color is the bear?" he asked into the phone.

Foreman furrowed his brow. "White, It's a polar bear; you built your house in the North Pole," he answered, only for Mike to reach out and grab his arm and shake it.

"Polar," House stated. "Whatever your name is, patient, are you bipolar?" he asked.

Mike nodded at Foreman and chase vigorously and continued to shake Foreman's arm.