Having dedicated almost all of his free time and mental energies to trying to figure out Adeline's diagnosis, Jake found himself striding purposefully towards House's office.
House--along with his reputation for being just as gruff as brilliant--was his last hope. Adeline's last hope.
Jake peered through the glass walls to see House and hear the music issuing from his iPod. He'd hate to interrupt House's musical interlude, but in a case like this, Jake doesn't mind in the least.
Jake raised a fist and tapped the glass door loud enough, yet kept it a respectful volume and rhythm.
Well, gee, that wasn't part of the music, was it? House opened one eye and wrinkled his nose -- and then that very same electric blue eye zeroed in on the source. One set of pursed lips later, he rolled his eyes and turned up the iPod, leaning back even further in his chair. And setting his feet on the table just so, putting them right in the line of sight and effectively blocking mister annoying-tapping-guy.
Of course, at the same time, he was just waiting for annoying-tapping-guy to come in. If it was that important, that's exactly what the guy would do anyway, right? And if it wasn't important, he'd wander off. Win-win situation... sort of.
Jake wasn't surprised at the reaction, or lack thereof. He was appalled, but not shocked. A part of him had sensed that he'd have to take an even bigger initiative to getting House's attention.
Jake opened the door and entered, knowing he'd have to invite himself in. Thick red folder in hand, he strode right up to House's desk.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Kill with kindness, "But I have a patient that desperately needs to be diagnosed before she spirals any futher. And you being a diagnostician--and a leader in your field--Adeline could use your help."
Jake hoped his strategy of using several strategies all at once would help: Killing with kindness, complimenting, and using the patient's first name.
Jake kept his eyes straight on House, not faltering.
"Careful. You might get an ass-to-mouth disease if you keep it up." House raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. People really did try the oddest of things in order to get their way sometimes, didn't they. "And the doctor attending should've already diagnosed pretty little Abagail when she first came in. Of course, maybe he had the all too contagious thumb-up-ass disease."
Both eyebrows raised at that point -- though he then lost his interest in mister Jerome John Jay whatever the hell, looking past him and towards the nurse walking all too slowly past the office door. What was this, some kind of mission impossible?
Turning his attention back to Joe Schmoe MD, House readied his ear pieces, thisclose to sticking them back in and going right on back to his prog-rock kick. "Whatever she's got, you can figure it out. Not my problem."
Of course, the flippancy of it all was insane enough in its 'don't give a damn'ness to almost be daring the guy to prove him wrong
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Claire caught herself humming along under her breath with the music coming from somewhere she couldn't identify as she walked down the hall. Glancing around she noticed Jake knocking on a door and setting his shoulders resolutely before entering, as he opened the door the music got louder and she smiled.
The familiar red folder was like waving a cape and she edged her way closer and waited surreptitiously outside the office trying to look nonchalant in case the occupants saw her.
Darn glass walls.
She could see inside but the music and the closed door made it impossible to hear what was being said as Jake stood in front of House, she took a minute to take a good look at the diagnostian as she'd only seen him in passing and then turned her attention to lying in wait.
If House tried to escape she was on hand to implement stage one of the plan Chase had helped her concoct, steal the mans cane and hold him hostage till he listened.
(Not quite sure if I can post under this account or if I am required to make a new one, however, I was hoping if I could join up *glitters eyes hopefully
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House--along with his reputation for being just as gruff as brilliant--was his last hope. Adeline's last hope.
Jake peered through the glass walls to see House and hear the music issuing from his iPod. He'd hate to interrupt House's musical interlude, but in a case like this, Jake doesn't mind in the least.
Jake raised a fist and tapped the glass door loud enough, yet kept it a respectful volume and rhythm.
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Well, gee, that wasn't part of the music, was it? House opened one eye and wrinkled his nose -- and then that very same electric blue eye zeroed in on the source. One set of pursed lips later, he rolled his eyes and turned up the iPod, leaning back even further in his chair. And setting his feet on the table just so, putting them right in the line of sight and effectively blocking mister annoying-tapping-guy.
Of course, at the same time, he was just waiting for annoying-tapping-guy to come in. If it was that important, that's exactly what the guy would do anyway, right? And if it wasn't important, he'd wander off. Win-win situation... sort of.
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Jake opened the door and entered, knowing he'd have to invite himself in. Thick red folder in hand, he strode right up to House's desk.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Kill with kindness, "But I have a patient that desperately needs to be diagnosed before she spirals any futher. And you being a diagnostician--and a leader in your field--Adeline could use your help."
Jake hoped his strategy of using several strategies all at once would help: Killing with kindness, complimenting, and using the patient's first name.
Jake kept his eyes straight on House, not faltering.
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Both eyebrows raised at that point -- though he then lost his interest in mister Jerome John Jay whatever the hell, looking past him and towards the nurse walking all too slowly past the office door. What was this, some kind of mission impossible?
Turning his attention back to Joe Schmoe MD, House readied his ear pieces, thisclose to sticking them back in and going right on back to his prog-rock kick. "Whatever she's got, you can figure it out. Not my problem."
Of course, the flippancy of it all was insane enough in its 'don't give a damn'ness to almost be daring the guy to prove him wrong ( ... )
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The familiar red folder was like waving a cape and she edged her way closer and waited surreptitiously outside the office trying to look nonchalant in case the occupants saw her.
Darn glass walls.
She could see inside but the music and the closed door made it impossible to hear what was being said as Jake stood in front of House, she took a minute to take a good look at the diagnostian as she'd only seen him in passing and then turned her attention to lying in wait.
If House tried to escape she was on hand to implement stage one of the plan Chase had helped her concoct, steal the mans cane and hold him hostage till he listened.
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