House sat at the diagnostics mesa, tabela discussing a case with his team, even though he already knew the answer, when Martha Master's phone beeped. She pulled it out of her pocket and smiles, messaging a reply to whoever had texted her. “No cell phones at the jantar table,” House said as he swiped the phone from her.
Turned out she was on the web, chatting with someone from a website. Another reply beeped through the phone and House glanced at the other users perfil page with a smirk. “Oh my God. Your girlfriend is HOT!” He flashed the perfil picture on the phone to the rest of his team.
“She's not my girlfriend, I just met her online a few days ago. She's nice.” “Chase took the cellphone from House. “She is hot, ask Foreman. He's seen her naked,” He smiled, handing the phone to Foreman, who glanced at the picture and applauded Martha. “Bravo for finding out where she disappeared to.”
Martha gave him a confused glance as House took the phone back, replying to the latest message.
<text> Martha: I see your bisexual.
<text> Remy: Yep. Why do you mention it?
<text> Martha: I am too. Want 2 meet up sometime?
<text> Remy: It's a date. ;)
House grinned as Martha took her phone back. “I am not bisexual...” “Well Thirteen is. No need to dress up,” He said, exiting the room.
That night, he got ready for what Thirteen suspected was a first encontro, data and he arrived at the club 6:00 sharp. He sat at the bar for nearly a half hour, considering being there an hora early, before Thirteen showed up and ordered herself a drink across the bar. House stood up and snuck up behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“I was starting to think you weren't going to show,” she said, resting her hand over House's. “I was thinking the same thing,” He said, tapping his other hand on her back and sitting at the tamborete, fezes beside her. She sat there, surprised, for a few moments before finally saying anything.
“Why are you here?” House took a gulp of his drink. “Masters should never had been on her phone during work in the first place. Ironic, isn't it? She replaced you after you quit.” Thirteen stared at him, not believing a word of it. “You want proof? Come to work tomorrow,” He said as he left a tip on the bar mesa, tabela and left the club.
The seguinte day, 8:00 PM, Thirteen showed up at the hospital. She walked into the diagnostic room, automatically spotting Martha. Martha gave a small, polite smile, causing everyone to turn in their seats to the doorway where Thirteen stood. “How was your date?” Taub asked her sarcastically.
Thirteen glared at him and sat in the empty assento between Chase and House. Chase chuckled to himself. “Obviously either the encontro, data wasn't good or House was...” He trailed off, getting a small slap in the head from Thirteen. Martha giggled to herself and extended her hand across the table. “Martha.”
Thirteen smiled a little, eying House just in case and took Martha's hand. “Remy Hadley.” “Don't you see the awkwardness yet perfectness between you two? It's like...” House trailed off thinking of a comparison. “Like you and Cuddy before you hooked up?” Foreman smirked, crossing his arms.
“Exactly!” House snapped his fingers. “Just what I was looking for! So, you coming back to work or what?” He said, staring at Thirteen. “I came back here to see if you were lying, not for a job.” “But you came back when you could have simply just asked Martha for some mais information on her and a picture of her. You obviously want something.”
Thirteen smiled a little, crossing her arms on the table. “Alright, you want to know what I want?” Everyone in the room leaned progressivo, para a frente to listen. “Chase,” She said smirking as she pulled him out of his chair and into the hallway. Chase grinned through the window at the team, waving and giving them a thumbs up, telling them that everything was going to be just fine.
The End.
Turned out she was on the web, chatting with someone from a website. Another reply beeped through the phone and House glanced at the other users perfil page with a smirk. “Oh my God. Your girlfriend is HOT!” He flashed the perfil picture on the phone to the rest of his team.
“She's not my girlfriend, I just met her online a few days ago. She's nice.” “Chase took the cellphone from House. “She is hot, ask Foreman. He's seen her naked,” He smiled, handing the phone to Foreman, who glanced at the picture and applauded Martha. “Bravo for finding out where she disappeared to.”
Martha gave him a confused glance as House took the phone back, replying to the latest message.
<text> Martha: I see your bisexual.
<text> Remy: Yep. Why do you mention it?
<text> Martha: I am too. Want 2 meet up sometime?
<text> Remy: It's a date. ;)
House grinned as Martha took her phone back. “I am not bisexual...” “Well Thirteen is. No need to dress up,” He said, exiting the room.
That night, he got ready for what Thirteen suspected was a first encontro, data and he arrived at the club 6:00 sharp. He sat at the bar for nearly a half hour, considering being there an hora early, before Thirteen showed up and ordered herself a drink across the bar. House stood up and snuck up behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“I was starting to think you weren't going to show,” she said, resting her hand over House's. “I was thinking the same thing,” He said, tapping his other hand on her back and sitting at the tamborete, fezes beside her. She sat there, surprised, for a few moments before finally saying anything.
“Why are you here?” House took a gulp of his drink. “Masters should never had been on her phone during work in the first place. Ironic, isn't it? She replaced you after you quit.” Thirteen stared at him, not believing a word of it. “You want proof? Come to work tomorrow,” He said as he left a tip on the bar mesa, tabela and left the club.
The seguinte day, 8:00 PM, Thirteen showed up at the hospital. She walked into the diagnostic room, automatically spotting Martha. Martha gave a small, polite smile, causing everyone to turn in their seats to the doorway where Thirteen stood. “How was your date?” Taub asked her sarcastically.
Thirteen glared at him and sat in the empty assento between Chase and House. Chase chuckled to himself. “Obviously either the encontro, data wasn't good or House was...” He trailed off, getting a small slap in the head from Thirteen. Martha giggled to herself and extended her hand across the table. “Martha.”
Thirteen smiled a little, eying House just in case and took Martha's hand. “Remy Hadley.” “Don't you see the awkwardness yet perfectness between you two? It's like...” House trailed off thinking of a comparison. “Like you and Cuddy before you hooked up?” Foreman smirked, crossing his arms.
“Exactly!” House snapped his fingers. “Just what I was looking for! So, you coming back to work or what?” He said, staring at Thirteen. “I came back here to see if you were lying, not for a job.” “But you came back when you could have simply just asked Martha for some mais information on her and a picture of her. You obviously want something.”
Thirteen smiled a little, crossing her arms on the table. “Alright, you want to know what I want?” Everyone in the room leaned progressivo, para a frente to listen. “Chase,” She said smirking as she pulled him out of his chair and into the hallway. Chase grinned through the window at the team, waving and giving them a thumbs up, telling them that everything was going to be just fine.
The End.