Open if you like roofs and frequent them.

[its_house]

The Who was blasting from the diagnostician's office. However, it didn't mean he was there. Because he wasn't there. Oh no. House wasn't done avoiding people, and the loud music was a distraction. Up on the roof, House stood, watching the soft flicker of light glazing across the horizon. He leaned on his cane, his mouth pursed in thought. Thinking

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[olivia_rn]

Today, instead of merely resting in the stairwell, Olivia pressed up four flights and onto the roof. Predictably, her insurance company had shorted her, refusing to replace the nicked rear tire, so she'd offered to pick up two of Nicki's shifts in order to replace it herself.

As a result, there was a wall of fatigue in her that no amount of coffee would touch, and she knew better than to try.

The door was propped already so without bothering to look around Olivia took her hair out of its tangled bun and lay down, flat on her stomach. Not a typical means of relieving stress, but it served her just fine.

[its_house]

House turned in the shadows to peer over at the nurse. His eye twitched once mildly annoyed by the invasion of privacy, and he blinked,"Bugs infest the ground, you know." Well, they didn't exactly live on cement, but who knew that. Besides him, anyway.

[olivia_rn]

Olivia turned her head to get a look at who had spoken. "Hello doctor," she said mildly. "I don't mind bugs. Not the kind that live outdoors anyway." She was in a sour mood all right, but her voice didn't betray it. "And sorry to have interrupted you. I'll be gone in--" she checked her watch briefly. "thirteen minutes. Or whenever they find me. Whichever comes first." That said, she pressed her face back into the concrete.

[its_house]

"Whenever they find you? Who are you running from. The cops?" House turned to look at her, leaning against the ledge. Faintly wondering how dirty her face might be now.