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dr_gregoryhouse in p_p_t_h

Late for work

Jul 05, 2007 11:18

Who: House, Cuddy (closed)
Where: Cuddy's office
What: House is about three hours late to work
When: Monday 22nd May, the day after House and Wilson return from Atlantic City. Just after midday.

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dr_l_cuddy July 5 2007, 03:56:23 UTC

Cuddy had been burying herself in paperwork all morning. It wasn't hard to do; there were always mountains of paperwork waiting for her. And it was still easier to busy herself with numbers and reports than to actually deal with life. Especially her life ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 5 2007, 04:18:25 UTC

House wondered what would be the smartest way to answer that question. Just be honest? Not honest? He couldn't really scope what mood Cuddy was in - other than somewhat distracted. Normally, Cuddy was on the ball when it came to him being on time or not to work. Then again, things weren't exactly normal between them lately.

"No," he replied, looking down at his helmet, then back up at Cuddy. "Just thought I'd carry my things around with me all day. Best form of theft prevention is to keep all your valuables on you."

dr_l_cuddy July 5 2007, 12:47:25 UTC

Cuddy's jaw tightened at House's smartass response. She figured it was probably the only reason he'd stopped in her office--to rub her nose in the fact he was flaunting the rules again. Normally he preferred to hide his transgressions, at least until such time as it suited him to be discovered. Apparently this time it suited him to be discovered immediately.

"Are you even going to pretend to have a valid excuse for being late?" she asked as she signed off on release of records request. She looked back up at House. "Or did you just stop by to wish me a happy Monday?"

dr_gregoryhouse July 5 2007, 13:46:29 UTC

House pursed his lips. Out of sheer habit, he started thinking of a possible false excuse for being late, seeing being a smartass to Cuddy was way more familiar than being awkward around her.

"It all started off when I was making my way to work this morning," he began mock seriously. "Travelling down the Brunswick Pike, this big sixty foot monster came out of the Carnegie Lake and started eating passing motorists." He gestured to himself with a mock look of relief. "Didn't get me, thank god."

His expression sobered at the look on Cuddy's face. "What?" he argued. "It's true!"

He gave a relenting sigh because he knew Cuddy wouldn't let him get away with being a smartass for long. He decided to just cut to the chase, be frank with her.

"How're you doing?" he asked, a little awkwardly but earnestly all the same.

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