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