Day 38: Doctor's Office #2 (Dr. House) [2nd Shift]
Cuddy had never answered House's voicemail. The reversing of roles might have been funny under different circumstances; House was the one who was so skilled at dodging phone calls that his boss was constantly dropping into his office in person, but right now, he wasn't in a joking mood. Another week had gone by, and the very fact that House was sitting in his office instead of bugging the hell out of his temporary employer was worrying enough. It occurred to him that he'd only ever met him at the staff orientation (why?), and aside from heckling him from the crowd, he'd never even talked to the guy face-to-face (why?). Any phone calls to the man's office ended at his secretary, and any trips to the third floor ended at the the elevators on the second. How the guy in charge had so much control over his underlings when his line of communication sucked so much was another mystery.
House almost missed the well-endowed chest he was used to. Wait - scratch that: he definitey missed the well-endowed chest, but not so much the voice that went along with it. The voice that never missed a chance to get goaded into hassling him... until now.
Something really damn fishy was going on here, Wilson and his ridiculous excuses for the goings-on of strangers be damned. House's nose was always the first to pick up on a stink, and right now, this "Institution" reeked.
House almost missed the well-endowed chest he was used to. Wait - scratch that: he definitey missed the well-endowed chest, but not so much the voice that went along with it. The voice that never missed a chance to get goaded into hassling him... until now.
Something really damn fishy was going on here, Wilson and his ridiculous excuses for the goings-on of strangers be damned. House's nose was always the first to pick up on a stink, and right now, this "Institution" reeked.