Author’s Note: Please don’t make fun of the detective’s name. I put it in there for a valid reason that I will explain in a little challenge I’m going to put in a later chapter.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 3: Inspections

    As he drove into work the successivo day, House couldn’t help but notice how cramped Princeton Plainsborough’s parking lot was. News vans and police cars were scattered over the property, and House was particularly thankful for having a reserved spot. Despite this luxury however, a few unfortunate members of the staff seemed to have Lost their places...

Taking deep breath, House reached into his giacca pocket and grabbed the familiar arancia, arancio perception bottle from its depths. Giving it a shake, he listened to the hollow sound of pills hitting plastic, as he stared at the short lista of symptoms on the dry erase board in the corner.

Chewing his bottom lip for a moment, he turned each piece of his most recente puzzle over in his mind. “Tularemia…no…no she has a mild rash not an ulcer,” he detto making a suggestion for his new patients illness then dismissing it.

Mindlessly he flipped off the berretto, tappo of the medicine bottle and shook out two small...

"House, what are te doing?" A familiar voice ricocheted through his ears, and a slight taste of disgust coursed through his body. "Clinic duty. Now. Seriously, te thought te could run away?" It was Cuddy, and she was dressed quite beautifully this day. A red sweater was wrapped around her perfect body, a rather adorable snowman pin sat snuggly on it. Her gonna was white and matched with her legs, smooth and quite the jaw dropper. House tilted his head, catching all the angles that was Dr.Cuddy.
    "House. Stop staring at my legs and get back to work."
    "Oh,...

It was 7 PM. Cuddy fastened her collana in front of the mirror, she Heard someone’s knocking to the door. She took her borsa from the tavolo and went to open. As she expected it was House. He was dressed like always, this time in his motor jacket, casco in the left and cane in the right hand. He checked her out from her feet to the head and smirked. She always looked like 5 million bucks but this time she applied to look better if that’s even possible. She remembered his words about plunging necklines and short skirts and she knew he wasn’t joking, so she wore her new skirt, same length...

Rain dripped solemnly down glass that wore a name, a scent, an autograph of the man inside them... House's blue gems peered out into the grey of autumn as a heavy sigh mimicked the winds.

His mind shot past immagini of worn fields, snow-covered backyards, strictly shielded army bases, libri and essays, A's unnoticed, F's highlighted, punishments and birthday wishes... He started thinking about his life.

Yes, he saw Cuddy in college, Wilson in jail... Stacy in tears.

He saw a whole leg, a half one, he saw his own fear of having no leg at all somewhere in there too... that fear still lingered, he...

Sequel to The Surprise so if te haven't read that read it first! =]

When Thirteen had gone home after talking to Cuddy that day, she reminisced over that passionate night she had with Wilson and Kutner a few weeks ago. She was very drunk but she remembered everything. The way they touched her, the way they smell, the way they felt inside her. She also remembered who was just that little bit better. Wilson. She should have known it; he was slightly older, più experienced than Kutner could have been, and she knew that; it was part of what made her want him more.

She knew she had to tell one...

Somehow I am very inspired today XD. Actually I have a bunch of stuff to do that has nothing to do with House, Huddy o Cuddy. (Physics and history *coughs*) Nevertheless I wrote this oneshot and I hope te like it. It is set after Joy.

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The room was filled with silence.
Except of the brawl of the water that was coming out of the doccia head and the silent, halting sobbing successivo to it. And there on the floor was a squatted figure who had wrapped its arms around its knees and was rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm.

The figure lifted its head...

Neighborhood Legend
Chapter 5: Halloween

All in all, it has been a very stressful couple of weeks for Tom Wiltzer ever since he broke into The Mad Doctor’s apartment. If all went to plan, he and Pat probably would have had a grand tale to tell to every kid on Baker St. Well, they still probably have quite the tale to tell but Tom just wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as Patrick happened to be. To Pat, it was a heroic story of escapade that put him league with his older brother, Jack. To Tom however, it was a topic he wasn’t too comfortable discussing, mainly because he felt that it was...

Thirteen woke up one giorno and headed straight for the bathroom to throw up. She wasn't even hungover o anything, and she went through all the possibilities.

She cursed herself when she looked at the time knowing she was going to be late. Again. She rushed out the door and ran back in realising she still had to get changed for work. Again she cursed herself and ran out the door to the hospital as quickly as she could.

She walked into House's room and all the talking stopped and all eyes were on her. Four grown men staring at her in silence. What were they thinking? She caught Kutner's eye as...

"So did he ever really ask you? o was it all just...implied?"
"Well...we went back to my place...."
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House was sitting on Cuddy's divano drinking a glass of scotch. He was waiting for Cuddy. She came out from Rachel's room and closed the door quietly. She wanted to tuck her in when they made it back to her house. She walked over da House and sat on the opposite side of the divano staring at him.
"Is my drinking seducing you?"
"Yes, why wouldn't it?"
He finished off the last of the scotch in his glass and then they both put their feet up on the divano overlapping...

„What are te doing” she asked a bit annoyed than surprised o scared.

“I tried my best to act like te would like me to and once I actually act like me and te run away?” he turned her to face him and pulled her to him. “You can’t always believe that one giorno I will change….”

“We both know te will never change, House…”

“So what’s your point?” he looked at her suspiciously.

“And what’s yours?”

“Oh, te know mine…” he put his hand on her back and pulled her closer that he could felt her cuore beating near his. He tried to baciare her but she turned her head...

This is a new chapter
Enjoy

Cuddy sighed.She began to rub her temples.House didn't want to see her like this.Miserable.Hurt.House limped to her and wrapped his arms around her.Cuddy put her head on his chest."Should I go?"Cuddy asked."It's your choice.Your mother."House detto with no emotion in his voice."Oh Greg..."Cuddy sighed."You never called me Greg.Even during sex.The last time te called me Greg was..."House began.He started to think about how he'd been with Stacy.He remembered the face Cuddy made when she saw him in pain.Hurt and guilt.House snapped back into reality.He put his head on...

Some months go da and Lisa is huge. She is eight months pregnant and her belly now is really, really big. One morning they wake up. She doesn't have to go to work and House has taken a few days off to take care of her.
He opens his eyes and yawns. ‘Hey... how are you?’
‘I feel good. Like last days, about to explode.’ She chuckles. ‘No, seriously, I'm good. And how are you?’
‘I'm fine... anxious to see our son's face...’
‘We just have to wait a couple of weeks for that.’
House smiles at her. ‘I Amore you...’
They are still lying on letto and she holds his hand. ‘I Amore te too.’...

successivo morning when Cuddy wakes up, House is looking at her.
‘Hi there...’
‘Hello...’ She touches her belly.
‘Hi to te too, buddy!!’
Lisa chuckles. ‘It was a bit weird before... It felt strange...’ She looks at him. ‘But I liked it.’
‘Of course it was strange... there was someone else in letto with us!!’
‘You’d better get used to it!’
‘Oh God...’
‘What?’ Lisa asks.
‘I'll have to get used to having a "menage a trois" every time we're gonna make out...’
‘You have a wish to attraversare, croce off your lista then.’ Jokes Cuddy.
‘My fantasy didn't include a child taking part...

After four weeks, they're resting at home while they watch TV lying on the couch. Cuddy touches her belly.
‘House... I… I don’t feel well...’
‘What's wrong?’ He turns off the TV and looks at her.
‘My belly... I think there’s something wrong...’ She curls up on the couch. House stands up and takes the car's keys.
‘Come on, we'll go to the hospital...’
She stands up and holds his hand. They get on the car and he drives to the hospital as quickly as he can. Once there, doctors start running some tests on her.

After a couple of hours, a doctor comes to talk to Greg. He says the...

‘And the Oscar goes to...’ Tries to joke House.
She walks nervous across the room. Wilson sighs and looks at the test. ‘Lisa... te are... not pregnant.’
‘Oh God...’ Sighs she relieved, but actually she doesn’t know if that’s what she wanted to hear. Lisa doesn’t know if she has to feel happy o sad, she feels confused, but she guesses that that’s the best way for everybody.
‘False alarm then...’ House sighs and she smiles slightly.
‘Yes...’
Wilson sees her looking at the floor and touches her shoulder. ‘I’m sorry, Lisa...’
She shakes her head. ‘Sorry? I already...

When House gets home, leaves his things in the living room, then takes a bottle of bourbon and a glass and sits in the garden while he drinks. From outside, Lucas sees him. ‘Hmm sitting alone, drinking...’ He doesn’t answer and doesn’t even look at him, but Lucas jumps the garden’s fence.
‘Oh God, I wish the ground would open up and ingoiare, inghiottire me...’ House keeps on drinking trying to ignore him
‘So… I guess it’s over, isn’t it?’ Asks Lucas.
‘Now I know why you're a PI, smart boy...’
‘Do te give me the go-ahead? Actually I'm not asking for your permission, but te know......

Author's Notes: Trying new things... Sweet_Pants says I can control minds... I crawled into Wilson's for good measure. I am not him and thus I am unsure about this thing. But I always am when I do something new.

It's one of the worst things to see. I honestly don't know how I ever grew able to just... watch it. I guess he trained me: Through years of seeing this, I kind of started to remember when to do whatever it is I do... some call me a Saint for it. I'm not. I'm a horrible man. A sadist.

House is on the divano watching some shady B-movie, or, pretending to, anyway... and I was pretending...