It was late, and she wasn't showing any desire to move. Cuddy had been at her desk for the past eight hours, the only exceptions to the rule being when she'd risen and left her office to make her rounds. At those intervals her shoes had tapped out impossible to decipher rhythms and the doctors who might have been taking a break for a cup of coffee ( Read more... )

The hospital wasn't falling apart. In fact, if there was one thing Lisa Cuddy was well known for it was her ability to keep a seemingly impossible amount of tasks perfectly balanced in the palm of one manicured hand. Seldom did she find any shortage to rumors as to how she did it, but Cuddy had more important things to worry about than who was ( Read more... )

The past two weeks had brought Lisa Cuddy to see little more than the interior of her own office. Aside from grand rounds - as they were referred to among other doctors who weren't as well acquainted with her - she had moved into the hospital before the night shift had ended and stayed until most of the daytime shift was counting down the seconds ( Read more... )

House didn't have any interesting patients at the moment, which meant he didn't think he'd get caught taking a long lunch. By not interesting, he meant that he'd already diagnosed him, which meant all that was left was that boring curing part. He had underlings for that sort of work ( Read more... )

To say that Lisa Cuddy was tense would be a gross assumption, and an understatement at the same time. Those who knew her could claim that sort of knowledge, but she wasn't one to disclose her state of mind lightly and was consequently very good at hiding it. So good, in fact, that people could be milling about, exchanging whispered discussions of ( Read more... )

Sometimes the only time Jack had alone, really alone, was in a crowd. He didn't do petty theft and he wasn't prone to petty heroics, either. The Underground was a place where he could just be one face among hundreds, lost in his thoughts. He'd concluded business for the day and had hit up a couple different places in Siam and New Tokyo, following ( Read more... )

Regardless of daily events, minor (and major) complications, the aching of feet or the omnipresent migraine behind both open and closed eyes, Cuddy loved her job. Not the exhilaration, the pay, or the power but the job, the work that came together in splinters and pieces of the same puzzle. The pieces didn't always fit the first time, but after ( Read more... )