When she woke up the suivant morning and looked at the clock, she cursed herself as she was late for the first time ever. In her anger she had kicked Lyle out and told him never to come back, although she regretted it. House, on the other hand, well, she didn’t know what to say to him. She let him cool off thinking it’ll be best to talk to him at work, and try and salvage what could have been a relationship worth having.

Cuddy walked into the hospital, all eyes on her, looking quite shocked what with her being late and all. They all thought something major had happened and didn’t know what to say. Wilson saw her and cautiously walked up to her and asked her what was wrong. In her anger, she turned around with a nasty look on her face and barked at Wilson telling him to mind his own business, and then promptly slammed the door in his face. Wilson was rather shocked par this change in behaviour that he quickly retreated to his office. Maybe House did something, he thought, and got back to his files.

Meanwhile the team were waiting in the differential room, expecting House to walk in any minute. Kutner was impatiently tapping on the table, as Foreman rolled his eyes several times. Thirteen soon snapped at Kutner, taking everyone par surprise at the sudden outburst, and Kutner stopped tapping.

‘Where the hell is he?’ Foreman asked breaking the eerie silence.

‘Maybe he had a late night’ Kutner suggested, as Foreman, once again, rolled his eyes, this time joined par Taub as well.

Thirteen suggested they go and ask Cuddy, but Kutner warned her that she was in a bad mood today and best be left alone. Thirteen just called him a wuss and set off to Cuddy’s office on her own.

‘Dr Cuddy’ Thirteen a dit as she cautiously walked into her office.

‘What is it, Dr Hadley?!’ she replied none too happy.

‘I was wondering if toi knew where House was. It’s been over an heure and he still isn’t here yet. We asked Dr Wilson, and he a dit he had no idea where he was.’

Cuddy looked up in shock. House was late on a regular basis, but never this late. She got up, ready to go out the door, but before doing so, she told Thirteen that the team can go accueil for the day.

Cuddy was driving to House’s apartment unknowingly disregarding all red lights, trying to get there as fast as possible, not caring for her own wellbeing. She reached there in record time, and all in one piece, surprisingly. Once she was outside his door she started pounding on the door so loud that the neighbours came out wondering what was going on.

‘House! Open up House! I know you’re in there!’ She a dit over and over again.

‘HOUSE!’

‘Greg! Come on, please open up! I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t know he’d come back. House, come on, open the goddamn door! Greg, please, I l’amour you!’

When he didn’t open the door, she gave up on the shouting and proceeded crying.

House, however, was in there, and he heard her. Every single word. He heard her say that she loved him. Him. He opened the door to find her crying and took her in his arms, leading her into his apartment, ignoring the stares from his neighbours. He sat her down on his couch. When she saw all the alcohol and the empty bottle on the table, she looked up at him in guilt, apologising incessantly.

‘It’s not your fault’ and that was all he a dit to her, and all she wanted to hear to reassure herself.