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....
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