It was a common occourence for legendary Gregory House to annoy her at work and at her accueil in the middle of the night but what he was doing now was her last straw.
She had been sitting in her car patiently for the last 5 minutes waiting for House to stop blocking her depature, from the hospital, par riding his motorbike backwards and forwards behind her car. Her temper flared and she begain revving her car in rage.
People outside the hospital watched, some in shock at the Dean's way of dealing with this incident and others in amusement at the way her head of diagnostics managed to piss her off. She saw this and decided to deal with this in an orderly, administrative way. She turned her car off and stepped onto the burning ashpelt [she had taken off her heels to drive the car but didn't put them back on] and marched her way to the middle of the road, in hopes that he'd stop.
He saw her and pulled up beside her, removed his casque and gave her a wink.
"Ah, Dr. Cuddy," he a dit with a smirk, "I thought you'd have gone accueil par now,"
She folded her arms over her belly in annoyance, but quickly removed to her hips as she saw his gaze travel from hers to her chest.
"Well, toi see, Dr. House," she a dit in a sarcastic tone, "I can't seem to get accueil when you're blocking my exit,"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see toi there," he said, raising his hand to pretend to wipe away a tear.
"Move it, House!" she yelled, "Or I'll change your parking arrangements and give toi a week of clinic,"
"You wouldn't change a crippled mans parking l’espace and the threat of clinic duty is getting old,"
"So toi won't mind doing extra clinic, will you?"
He thought hard, "Fine, toi win this round, but I'll be back," he a dit before putting his casque back on and driving off.
She smiled to her self and moments later, departed as well.


TBC
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