House sat at the diagnostics tavolo 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 cena table,” House detto 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 profilo page with a smirk. “Oh my God. Your girlfriend is HOT!” He flashed the profilo 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 te 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 data and he arrived at the club 6:00 sharp. He sat at the bar for nearly a half hour, considering being there an ora 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 te 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 sgabello beside her. She sat there, surprised, for a few moments before finally saying anything.
“Why are te 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 te after te quit.” Thirteen stared at him, not believing a word of it. “You want proof? Come to work tomorrow,” He detto as he left a tip on the bar tavolo and left the club.
The successivo 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 sede, sedile between Chase and House. Chase chuckled to himself. “Obviously either the data wasn't good o 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 te see the awkwardness yet perfectness between te two? It's like...” House trailed off thinking of a comparison. “Like te and Cuddy before te hooked up?” Foreman smirked, crossing his arms.
“Exactly!” House snapped his fingers. “Just what I was looking for! So, te coming back to work o what?” He said, staring at Thirteen. “I came back here to see if te were lying, not for a job.” “But te came back when te could have simply just asked Martha for some più information on her and a picture of her. te obviously want something.”
Thirteen smiled a little, crossing her arms on the table. “Alright, te want to know what I want?” Everyone in the room leaned inoltrare, avanti to listen. “Chase,” She detto 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 profilo page with a smirk. “Oh my God. Your girlfriend is HOT!” He flashed the profilo 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 te 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 data and he arrived at the club 6:00 sharp. He sat at the bar for nearly a half hour, considering being there an ora 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 te 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 sgabello beside her. She sat there, surprised, for a few moments before finally saying anything.
“Why are te 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 te after te quit.” Thirteen stared at him, not believing a word of it. “You want proof? Come to work tomorrow,” He detto as he left a tip on the bar tavolo and left the club.
The successivo 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 sede, sedile between Chase and House. Chase chuckled to himself. “Obviously either the data wasn't good o 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 te see the awkwardness yet perfectness between te two? It's like...” House trailed off thinking of a comparison. “Like te and Cuddy before te hooked up?” Foreman smirked, crossing his arms.
“Exactly!” House snapped his fingers. “Just what I was looking for! So, te coming back to work o what?” He said, staring at Thirteen. “I came back here to see if te were lying, not for a job.” “But te came back when te could have simply just asked Martha for some più information on her and a picture of her. te obviously want something.”
Thirteen smiled a little, crossing her arms on the table. “Alright, te want to know what I want?” Everyone in the room leaned inoltrare, avanti to listen. “Chase,” She detto 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.
