A/N: I know, another late update…but I have been really busy lately and am so so so soooo sorry!!!
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 6: Breaking the News
The morning after diagnosing his latest patient with meningitis, House, wanting to keep his mind off of the troubling police investigation as much as possible, was feverishly searching through a mountain of files, hunting down one that could make a half way decent case to get his mind of things. Finally, he pulled out one that seemed vaguely interesting. Patient: Kevin Carson, Male, 14 years old; came to clinic complaining of nausea, vomiting, and heavy perspiration. Physician originally diagnosed him with the stomach flu until he started having convulsions.
“Cool…” He mumbled. “That should keep the team busy for a few days…” Limping into the conference room, he tossed the file onto the table.
“New case!” He declared, and started to write the symptoms onto the board. The team looked at him quizzically.
“Wait a minute,” Kutner pushed. “We just finished a case last night.” He a dit with a raised eyebrow.
“Prescription Passion’s cancelled today, need something to do.” House proclaimed.
“Why not clinic?” Thirteen murmured sarcastically, earning a snicker from Foreman.
“Because, I have oh so much fun with toi guys!” He joked. “Besides, police have this thing about their suspects returning to the scene of the crime. Looks suspicious.”
“They think toi killed him?” Kutner queried, his features looking rather concerned.
“Figures,” Foreman a dit with a laugh. “He practically pinned toi to the mur the other jour didn’t he?”
“They also find it rather suspicious that I treated Stone in the clinic not long before his supposed time of death.” House said, rubbing the grip of his cane against his forehead. Kutner stared at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t do it though did you?” He stuttered. House pauses. Do they really think I would murder a guy? He sends Kutner a death glare.
“Of course not.” He a dit it slowly and solemnly. His fellows looked at him defensively, slightly scared looking.
“Let’s get back to the case…” He murmured. They all hurriedly got back to work.
* * *
After sending his team off to run a series of tests on their new patient, House figured he should go bother Wilson. Limping over to his friend’s office, he noticed a fifty an looking old man and woman leave the office with somber looks on their faces. He figured that Wilson just landed them the C-Bomb and told one of them that they had cancer, and only ‘insert depressingly short time here’ months to live. After watching them shuffle to the elevators, House slammed open the office door, causing the small book shelf suivant to it to topple onto the floor.
“House! For all toi knew I could have been with a patient.” Wilson sighed, as he squatted down to pick up the fallen books.
“Wilson!” House imitated. “You know better than to think I would actually care!” Wilson rolled his eyes at him as he began to examine the condition of a large, leather bound text. “Besides, I saw your last patients leave, ergo leaving toi here to organize your pens par order the ink couleurs appear in the rainbow.”
“So any particular reason why you’re here, ou do toi just want to bother me?” Wilson groaned from the floor.
“Did I mention I’m a lead suspect for Stone’s murder?” House a dit casually as he picked a aléatoire book off the floor and started to flip through the pages.
“What?” Wilson shouts, standing up again, his eyes popping and his face turning scarlet.
“They. Think. That. I. Killed. Him.” House didn’t take his eyes off the book as he started to read a page.
“They think toi murdered someone, House? Can’t toi take things seriously for once? If they find toi guilty, you’ll lose your job, your license, you’ll lose your freedom!” Wilson clamored. “House. They will wreck you.” He yelled, breathing heavily.
“Don’t worry Wilson, I got it under control.” House a dit calmly as he put down the book.
“The last time toi told me that, a man ended up dead, House.” For the seconde time that jour House was surprised that people honestly thought he was capable of murder.
“Wilson,” House looks at his friend with a serious glare. “I didn’t kill him.” Wilson rubs his temples and returns to his desk.
“No, no, of course not.” He a dit with a sigh. “Just be careful with these guys House. If toi make yourself look like some kind heartless monster, then it will just be twice as hard to get them off your case.” House nods solemnly and limps out into the hallway.
* * *
Stan Parker strutted into the lobby of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, camera in hand, ready to take a much needed picture for his boss’s big project. He managed to find a picture of the guy he needed on the hospital’s website, but he needed one of his own. After asking a nurse where the guy’s office was he was ready to take a quick picture of the dude and get away before he noticed. When he arrived on the third floor, he suddenly got extremely lucky. Making his way down the crossing hallway was the dude for the project! Sweet! He thought, and quickly took a picture as the dude limped down the hallway. Looking at the small screen on the camera, he was pleased with the results. The guy looked grumpy and unpleasant, exactly what he needed.
* * *
“Morning Cuddy!” House exclaimed, slamming open his boss’s door and parading into the office, completely ignoring the fact that just interrupted a conversation between Cuddy and her two guests.
“Did toi hear about Dr. Brown flirting with the nurse from Pediatrics? I thought he was dati—“
“Dr. House.” A amer voice interrupted from the other side of the room. House cranes his neck to see the fuming face of Detective Gray, and the badly hidden smirk of Detective Condon.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” House sneered sarcastically. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes, toi are actu-” Condon a dit but Gray cut him off.
“Actually, Dr. House we were just finishing up.” Gray walks over to the door, hesitantly followed par Condon. “Goodbye, Dr. Cuddy.” She said.
“Um…Goodbye.” Cuddy responds, only to instantly return her attention to House.
“What in God’s name were toi thinking?” She shouts. House shrugs. “Those people decide whether ou not toi killed a man!” House remains silent. “House, I know toi didn’t kill this guy. I know toi well enough to know that toi wouldn’t kill a guy because he threatened toi with a lawsuit.” She reasoned calmly. “You welcome those kind of things like free Ipods, for Christ’s sake.” She murmured. “I just don’t need toi being a complete cul, ass around them. toi can’t go to jail House. I risked too much keeping toi out of it during the Tritter fiasco, and I don’t think I can do it again.”
“Okay.” House said, and he quietly walked back to his office.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 6: Breaking the News
The morning after diagnosing his latest patient with meningitis, House, wanting to keep his mind off of the troubling police investigation as much as possible, was feverishly searching through a mountain of files, hunting down one that could make a half way decent case to get his mind of things. Finally, he pulled out one that seemed vaguely interesting. Patient: Kevin Carson, Male, 14 years old; came to clinic complaining of nausea, vomiting, and heavy perspiration. Physician originally diagnosed him with the stomach flu until he started having convulsions.
“Cool…” He mumbled. “That should keep the team busy for a few days…” Limping into the conference room, he tossed the file onto the table.
“New case!” He declared, and started to write the symptoms onto the board. The team looked at him quizzically.
“Wait a minute,” Kutner pushed. “We just finished a case last night.” He a dit with a raised eyebrow.
“Prescription Passion’s cancelled today, need something to do.” House proclaimed.
“Why not clinic?” Thirteen murmured sarcastically, earning a snicker from Foreman.
“Because, I have oh so much fun with toi guys!” He joked. “Besides, police have this thing about their suspects returning to the scene of the crime. Looks suspicious.”
“They think toi killed him?” Kutner queried, his features looking rather concerned.
“Figures,” Foreman a dit with a laugh. “He practically pinned toi to the mur the other jour didn’t he?”
“They also find it rather suspicious that I treated Stone in the clinic not long before his supposed time of death.” House said, rubbing the grip of his cane against his forehead. Kutner stared at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t do it though did you?” He stuttered. House pauses. Do they really think I would murder a guy? He sends Kutner a death glare.
“Of course not.” He a dit it slowly and solemnly. His fellows looked at him defensively, slightly scared looking.
“Let’s get back to the case…” He murmured. They all hurriedly got back to work.
* * *
After sending his team off to run a series of tests on their new patient, House figured he should go bother Wilson. Limping over to his friend’s office, he noticed a fifty an looking old man and woman leave the office with somber looks on their faces. He figured that Wilson just landed them the C-Bomb and told one of them that they had cancer, and only ‘insert depressingly short time here’ months to live. After watching them shuffle to the elevators, House slammed open the office door, causing the small book shelf suivant to it to topple onto the floor.
“House! For all toi knew I could have been with a patient.” Wilson sighed, as he squatted down to pick up the fallen books.
“Wilson!” House imitated. “You know better than to think I would actually care!” Wilson rolled his eyes at him as he began to examine the condition of a large, leather bound text. “Besides, I saw your last patients leave, ergo leaving toi here to organize your pens par order the ink couleurs appear in the rainbow.”
“So any particular reason why you’re here, ou do toi just want to bother me?” Wilson groaned from the floor.
“Did I mention I’m a lead suspect for Stone’s murder?” House a dit casually as he picked a aléatoire book off the floor and started to flip through the pages.
“What?” Wilson shouts, standing up again, his eyes popping and his face turning scarlet.
“They. Think. That. I. Killed. Him.” House didn’t take his eyes off the book as he started to read a page.
“They think toi murdered someone, House? Can’t toi take things seriously for once? If they find toi guilty, you’ll lose your job, your license, you’ll lose your freedom!” Wilson clamored. “House. They will wreck you.” He yelled, breathing heavily.
“Don’t worry Wilson, I got it under control.” House a dit calmly as he put down the book.
“The last time toi told me that, a man ended up dead, House.” For the seconde time that jour House was surprised that people honestly thought he was capable of murder.
“Wilson,” House looks at his friend with a serious glare. “I didn’t kill him.” Wilson rubs his temples and returns to his desk.
“No, no, of course not.” He a dit with a sigh. “Just be careful with these guys House. If toi make yourself look like some kind heartless monster, then it will just be twice as hard to get them off your case.” House nods solemnly and limps out into the hallway.
* * *
Stan Parker strutted into the lobby of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, camera in hand, ready to take a much needed picture for his boss’s big project. He managed to find a picture of the guy he needed on the hospital’s website, but he needed one of his own. After asking a nurse where the guy’s office was he was ready to take a quick picture of the dude and get away before he noticed. When he arrived on the third floor, he suddenly got extremely lucky. Making his way down the crossing hallway was the dude for the project! Sweet! He thought, and quickly took a picture as the dude limped down the hallway. Looking at the small screen on the camera, he was pleased with the results. The guy looked grumpy and unpleasant, exactly what he needed.
* * *
“Morning Cuddy!” House exclaimed, slamming open his boss’s door and parading into the office, completely ignoring the fact that just interrupted a conversation between Cuddy and her two guests.
“Did toi hear about Dr. Brown flirting with the nurse from Pediatrics? I thought he was dati—“
“Dr. House.” A amer voice interrupted from the other side of the room. House cranes his neck to see the fuming face of Detective Gray, and the badly hidden smirk of Detective Condon.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” House sneered sarcastically. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes, toi are actu-” Condon a dit but Gray cut him off.
“Actually, Dr. House we were just finishing up.” Gray walks over to the door, hesitantly followed par Condon. “Goodbye, Dr. Cuddy.” She said.
“Um…Goodbye.” Cuddy responds, only to instantly return her attention to House.
“What in God’s name were toi thinking?” She shouts. House shrugs. “Those people decide whether ou not toi killed a man!” House remains silent. “House, I know toi didn’t kill this guy. I know toi well enough to know that toi wouldn’t kill a guy because he threatened toi with a lawsuit.” She reasoned calmly. “You welcome those kind of things like free Ipods, for Christ’s sake.” She murmured. “I just don’t need toi being a complete cul, ass around them. toi can’t go to jail House. I risked too much keeping toi out of it during the Tritter fiasco, and I don’t think I can do it again.”
“Okay.” House said, and he quietly walked back to his office.
