I'm glad toi guys liked the first one, I have a faint plan in my mind about how this is supposed to go, the mystery I mean, so hopefully it will all make sense eventually. I'm also trying my best to include every character, unfortunatly Chase and Cameron are going to be a little difficult!
House sat in the cafeteria munching on a Reuben, a little perplexed at the information he had just received. Had Cuddy been lying, she did know the man? Was she stupid enough to lie to cops, okay scratch that she has done that before. House’s brow wrinkled in frustrated confusion just as Wilson managed to steal a fry off of House’s plate and sat down.
“I still don’t understand the kick toi get out of taking nourriture from other people,” Wilson a dit waving the fry before popping it in his mouth. He cocked his head at House who hadn’t made a sarcastic reply and a worried frown crossed over the oncologists face. “Is everything alright?”
“Cuddy ever talk about a restraining order to you?” House asked finally diverting his eyes away from his sandwich.
“She’s threatened one against you, but never anything serious. Why?” Wilson asked slightly amused at the idea of a restraining order against House.
“Cuddy’s a fugitive from the law,” House muttered.
Wilson practically choked on the fry he had just swallowed, “What?”
“Two cops are in her office about a murder investigation,” House replied nonchalantly.
“What!?” Wilson replied confused still but now extremely worried.
“You think Cuddy could kill a man?”
“You maybe,” Wilson answered still shocked, “Was he shot or…..”He trailed off uncomfortably.
“Stabbed, I think, which pretty much rules out Cuddy since her weapons of mass destruction are plus for the smothering kind.”
Wilson gave him a look, “Is she okay?”
“Don’t know,” House replied.
“You didn’t stay?”
“I figured she would appreciate handling an accusation of murder par herself.”
“So they did accuse her?” Wilson asked leaning over closer to House, now that the initial shock of the news had wore off, realizing that perhaps their conversation was not the best to have in the cafeteria.
“Nah just implied that she should be pissing herself.”
“Are they still here?”
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Cuddy sighed as she leant into the hand attached to the elbow she was leaning on. “I’m telling toi the truth detectives, I have no idea who this man is.”
Stella sat across from Cuddy and was watching her face carefully as Mac stood at her side thumbing through the pictures he had brought.
“Maybe it would help if toi saw him in his younger years, about 10 years il y a maybe?” Mac suggested.
“Why not?” Cuddy a dit sarcastically, “The fact that I’ve never filed a restraining order against anyone obviously has no importance to itr.”
“But the records say toi have,” Stella pointed out, and handed her the legal document.
Cuddy looked down and saw, without fail the signature LISA CUDDY, at the bottom of the page and frowned. She looked up at Stella with confused eyes, “This isn’t my signature.”
“Can toi prove that?” Stella asked. Cuddy nodded and pulled out the papers she had been working with this morning, pointing at the slightly curvier and elaborate signature that far out-shined the forgery.
“Dr. Cuddy, do toi know of any reason why somebody would forge your name on a restraining order?”
Cuddy gave a helpless smile and shook her head, “Maybe my position,” she suggested wanting to be helpful in some way. Mac handed her the photo of the man he had been looking for.
“No recollection of this man?”
Cuddy stared at the photo slightly shocked, “Did toi say the man in this photo’s name was Charles Baron?” She asked completely confused.
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House limped into the conference room and was pleased to see his four fellows sitting around the table, tableau obviously having a conversation about him.
“I’d just prefer it if he arrived on time like the rest of us,” Taub was saying when he noticed House had entered the room.
“Don’t tell me, speak of the devil,” House a dit with an amused growl and made his way immediately to the white board. He began écriture “symptoms” on the board.
“Do we have a case?” 13 asked, leaning in interested.
“Depends on what toi mean par case,” House replied écriture “Restraining Order” on the board as he spoke.
“What does a restraining order have to do with a-,“Kutner was cut off par House.
“Everything apparently,” House replied now écriture “Cuddy” on the board.
“Cuddy’s sick?” Foreman asked.
“Depends on if you’re talking literally ou figuratively,” House responded écriture “Dead Guy” on the board.
“Stop jouer la comédie like a kid and tell us what’s going on,” 13 a dit annoyed and she sighed when she saw House adding a skull and traverser, croix Bones underneath the phrase “Dead Guy”.
“I’m not sure of what’s going on,” House responded finally turning back to him. He saw his fellows give each sharing a matching look of utter confusion.
“Ever play Cluedo as a kid?” House asked with a childish grin on his face.
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Mac looked at Cuddy, suspicious at her reaction, “So, toi do know Charles?”
“Yes,” Cuddy muttered, “but not as Charles.”
Stella and Mac looked at each other in surprise and turned their attention back to Cuddy when she lowered the photo which had been shielding her face for a moment.
“This can’t be your murder victim.” She responded confidently, handing Stella the photo.
“And why not?” Stella asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Because the person in that photo is my head on oncology, Dr. James Wilson. The last time I checked he was still alive.” Cuddy finished.
Hope toi all liked it ;)
House sat in the cafeteria munching on a Reuben, a little perplexed at the information he had just received. Had Cuddy been lying, she did know the man? Was she stupid enough to lie to cops, okay scratch that she has done that before. House’s brow wrinkled in frustrated confusion just as Wilson managed to steal a fry off of House’s plate and sat down.
“I still don’t understand the kick toi get out of taking nourriture from other people,” Wilson a dit waving the fry before popping it in his mouth. He cocked his head at House who hadn’t made a sarcastic reply and a worried frown crossed over the oncologists face. “Is everything alright?”
“Cuddy ever talk about a restraining order to you?” House asked finally diverting his eyes away from his sandwich.
“She’s threatened one against you, but never anything serious. Why?” Wilson asked slightly amused at the idea of a restraining order against House.
“Cuddy’s a fugitive from the law,” House muttered.
Wilson practically choked on the fry he had just swallowed, “What?”
“Two cops are in her office about a murder investigation,” House replied nonchalantly.
“What!?” Wilson replied confused still but now extremely worried.
“You think Cuddy could kill a man?”
“You maybe,” Wilson answered still shocked, “Was he shot or…..”He trailed off uncomfortably.
“Stabbed, I think, which pretty much rules out Cuddy since her weapons of mass destruction are plus for the smothering kind.”
Wilson gave him a look, “Is she okay?”
“Don’t know,” House replied.
“You didn’t stay?”
“I figured she would appreciate handling an accusation of murder par herself.”
“So they did accuse her?” Wilson asked leaning over closer to House, now that the initial shock of the news had wore off, realizing that perhaps their conversation was not the best to have in the cafeteria.
“Nah just implied that she should be pissing herself.”
“Are they still here?”
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Cuddy sighed as she leant into the hand attached to the elbow she was leaning on. “I’m telling toi the truth detectives, I have no idea who this man is.”
Stella sat across from Cuddy and was watching her face carefully as Mac stood at her side thumbing through the pictures he had brought.
“Maybe it would help if toi saw him in his younger years, about 10 years il y a maybe?” Mac suggested.
“Why not?” Cuddy a dit sarcastically, “The fact that I’ve never filed a restraining order against anyone obviously has no importance to itr.”
“But the records say toi have,” Stella pointed out, and handed her the legal document.
Cuddy looked down and saw, without fail the signature LISA CUDDY, at the bottom of the page and frowned. She looked up at Stella with confused eyes, “This isn’t my signature.”
“Can toi prove that?” Stella asked. Cuddy nodded and pulled out the papers she had been working with this morning, pointing at the slightly curvier and elaborate signature that far out-shined the forgery.
“Dr. Cuddy, do toi know of any reason why somebody would forge your name on a restraining order?”
Cuddy gave a helpless smile and shook her head, “Maybe my position,” she suggested wanting to be helpful in some way. Mac handed her the photo of the man he had been looking for.
“No recollection of this man?”
Cuddy stared at the photo slightly shocked, “Did toi say the man in this photo’s name was Charles Baron?” She asked completely confused.
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House limped into the conference room and was pleased to see his four fellows sitting around the table, tableau obviously having a conversation about him.
“I’d just prefer it if he arrived on time like the rest of us,” Taub was saying when he noticed House had entered the room.
“Don’t tell me, speak of the devil,” House a dit with an amused growl and made his way immediately to the white board. He began écriture “symptoms” on the board.
“Do we have a case?” 13 asked, leaning in interested.
“Depends on what toi mean par case,” House replied écriture “Restraining Order” on the board as he spoke.
“What does a restraining order have to do with a-,“Kutner was cut off par House.
“Everything apparently,” House replied now écriture “Cuddy” on the board.
“Cuddy’s sick?” Foreman asked.
“Depends on if you’re talking literally ou figuratively,” House responded écriture “Dead Guy” on the board.
“Stop jouer la comédie like a kid and tell us what’s going on,” 13 a dit annoyed and she sighed when she saw House adding a skull and traverser, croix Bones underneath the phrase “Dead Guy”.
“I’m not sure of what’s going on,” House responded finally turning back to him. He saw his fellows give each sharing a matching look of utter confusion.
“Ever play Cluedo as a kid?” House asked with a childish grin on his face.
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Mac looked at Cuddy, suspicious at her reaction, “So, toi do know Charles?”
“Yes,” Cuddy muttered, “but not as Charles.”
Stella and Mac looked at each other in surprise and turned their attention back to Cuddy when she lowered the photo which had been shielding her face for a moment.
“This can’t be your murder victim.” She responded confidently, handing Stella the photo.
“And why not?” Stella asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Because the person in that photo is my head on oncology, Dr. James Wilson. The last time I checked he was still alive.” Cuddy finished.
Hope toi all liked it ;)