With no cases and no clinic, House didn't have much to do. Well, he did - there was a pile of mail that Cameron had opened for him to go through, charts to do, a dictation from his last case which he still hadn't done.
He ignored all of that in favour of sitting back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk and his reading glasses on, perusing the latest supermarket tabloid, Weekly World News, he'd picked up from the newspaper stand downstairs. On the front cover was a loud, large headline declaring, "TRUCKER ABDUCTED - RETURNS WITH ALIEN PROSTATE!"He licked his thumb and slowly turned the page to a new article about how killer babies were on the loose, when he heard his office door open. He glanced up, peering over the top of his glasses to see who it was, and raised his brows as Cade walked in. Definitely the last person in the world he expected to see right now. He still wasn't sure what to make of that night he'd taken Cade home. He certainly still hadn't told Wilson about it, either
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“Just because I don’t feel sorry for you doesn’t mean I don’t care at all. And it’s hardly discrimination,” Cade pointed out, probably needlessly because he was fairly certain House had only said that to have something sarcastic to say. He couldn’t tell at all from House’s expression what he was thinking during the silence that lapsed between them.
Considering House’s general attitude towards him, Cade was betting on a negative reply. He was therefore very surprised by what House eventually did say.
Cade raised his eyebrows and then smirked a little, giving House a salute. “Loud and clear, chief,” he said. “What time is your after work? Because my after work isn’t necessarily your after work.”
Moving in front of his chair, though not sitting down, House once again looked across at the door that led out to the balcony, peering right across to Wilson's door. He couldn't make himself anywhere near as enthusiastic as Cade - he really wasn't sure he'd made a wise decision by agreeing to go out for a drink with Cade. So uncertain was he that he almost felt a sudden compulsion to tell Cade that he was with someone, just to make it perfectly clear that this really was strictly a drink. Nothing more
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“Gotcha. Five thirty, I’ll be there,” Cade said. He had noticed that House had looked out at the balcony - towards Wilson’s office. Cade didn’t think much of it though, other than House might be wondering where Wilson was as well.
It wasn’t until then that Cade remembered that he didn’t have a car any more. Which made things…difficult, to say the least. Cade had too much pride, however, to say anything. He’d get the bus and just hope he got there on time.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your…reading,” Cade said, backing up towards the door until he was close enough to open it.
Flipping the magazine open, House kept his eyes trained on Cade the whole time he backed up towards the door. "Research, actually," he corrected. He looked down and found the magazine open at the page about killer babies on the loose, which he held up at Cade for him to see. "You never know when one of these is going to turn up in the paediatric ward. Forewarned is forearmed."
He dropped the magazine back to his lap and leaned forward for his glasses. He gave Cade one last look before turning his attention down to his magazine, sliding his glasses onto his face. He held the magazine up as though dismissing Cade from his presence.
"Take it you got your car fixed, then," he said just before Cade had a chance to leave his office.
Cade laughed lightly to see the article House was reading. Killer babies? That was definitely something he’d never heard before. Shaking his head, he was on foot out of the office when House spoke again.
Freezing for a moment, Cade then turned back slowly into the office. “No, actually. It was a write-off. I am now officially car-less. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll get the bus. I hear it does show up every now and then.” Cade paused, eyeing House. “Anyway, I figure your lift the other night was a one-of-a-kind deal,” he said, keeping his tone light.
House peered up over the top of the magazine at Cade. That bike ride the last time - the conclusion of it at least - had turned out to be a lot weirder than House had expected. It probably was for the best that Cade caught the bus because that way there was a chance he'd be late and House would be able to make his getaway if Cade ended up taking longer than the specified waiting time of five minutes.
And if he could make a getaway, then he wouldn't have to worry about hiding this from Wilson, seeing it wouldn't have happened anyway. Yeah. Seemed like a good plan.
He turned his eyes back down to his reading and turned the page. "Suit yourself," he replied. He turned the page again and began to read the Letters To The Editor without acknowledging Cade any further.
“Right,” Cade said, scratching at the back of his head. “I’ll do that.”
Shaking his head to himself, Cade turned and left the office. He wondered if he could manage to get off a bit early and that way make sure he’d be at the bar on time. House, in Cade’s opinion, deserved to put up with him - at least for one drink.
He ignored all of that in favour of sitting back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk and his reading glasses on, perusing the latest supermarket tabloid, Weekly World News, he'd picked up from the newspaper stand downstairs. On the front cover was a loud, large headline declaring, "TRUCKER ABDUCTED - RETURNS WITH ALIEN PROSTATE!"He licked his thumb and slowly turned the page to a new article about how killer babies were on the loose, when he heard his office door open. He glanced up, peering over the top of his glasses to see who it was, and raised his brows as Cade walked in. Definitely the last person in the world he expected to see right now. He still wasn't sure what to make of that night he'd taken Cade home. He certainly still hadn't told Wilson about it, either ( ... )
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“Just because I don’t feel sorry for you doesn’t mean I don’t care at all. And it’s hardly discrimination,” Cade pointed out, probably needlessly because he was fairly certain House had only said that to have something sarcastic to say. He couldn’t tell at all from House’s expression what he was thinking during the silence that lapsed between them.
Considering House’s general attitude towards him, Cade was betting on a negative reply. He was therefore very surprised by what House eventually did say.
Cade raised his eyebrows and then smirked a little, giving House a salute. “Loud and clear, chief,” he said. “What time is your after work? Because my after work isn’t necessarily your after work.”
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It wasn’t until then that Cade remembered that he didn’t have a car any more. Which made things…difficult, to say the least. Cade had too much pride, however, to say anything. He’d get the bus and just hope he got there on time.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your…reading,” Cade said, backing up towards the door until he was close enough to open it.
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He dropped the magazine back to his lap and leaned forward for his glasses. He gave Cade one last look before turning his attention down to his magazine, sliding his glasses onto his face. He held the magazine up as though dismissing Cade from his presence.
"Take it you got your car fixed, then," he said just before Cade had a chance to leave his office.
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Freezing for a moment, Cade then turned back slowly into the office. “No, actually. It was a write-off. I am now officially car-less. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll get the bus. I hear it does show up every now and then.” Cade paused, eyeing House. “Anyway, I figure your lift the other night was a one-of-a-kind deal,” he said, keeping his tone light.
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And if he could make a getaway, then he wouldn't have to worry about hiding this from Wilson, seeing it wouldn't have happened anyway. Yeah. Seemed like a good plan.
He turned his eyes back down to his reading and turned the page. "Suit yourself," he replied. He turned the page again and began to read the Letters To The Editor without acknowledging Cade any further.
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Shaking his head to himself, Cade turned and left the office. He wondered if he could manage to get off a bit early and that way make sure he’d be at the bar on time. House, in Cade’s opinion, deserved to put up with him - at least for one drink.
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