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A windy Monday afternoon, Nurse Brenda stood by the counter and felt her day could not get any worse or stranger. Her day so far was nothing short of a small catastrophe. Her car broke down two streets from the hospital when she was driving to work so she needed to walk. Of course it started to rain. When she finally arrived she was soaking wet shivering from the cold. She hoped she would find Cuddy in good spirits and the Dean would allow her to take a day off.

Her hope was shattered when she stepped inside a war zone; I mean the hospital, where two equally dangerous opponents eyed each other. House's blue eyes danced with mirth while Cuddy's flashed with anger. House's mouth curled upward to a smirk, Cuddy's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"House!" Brenda could feel the annoyance and anger mixed in Cuddy's voice in just that one word.

"C'est la vie, ma cherie." House smirked, and twisted around showing his retreating back to his boss. Doctor Cuddy screamed after the bane of her existence, otherwise known as Greg House.

"House!! Come back here we aren't finished. You hear me!?" When House continued like he did not hear Cuddy, she folded her arms around her chest and looked pissed and pleased at the same time.
"Good then you are on clinic duty. All day." and she smiled.

House pleaded, begged, blackmailed, finally lost and with a half annoyed look on his face disappeared in exam room 101, like a sulking little boy. Nurse Brenda knew it would be a long, a very, very long day. The thought crossed her mind again to take out a sick day but seeing Cuddy's frustrated state she opted against it.

And now, now she stood by the counter and listened to a patient complain about Doctor House again. She felt a headache coming on, and to her horror she found that she agreed with House -what a terrible thought - this woman was a stupid, moronic hypochondriac who couldn't recognise a common flu. 'Oy weh, oy weh why didn't she take the day off.'

The moment her desperate thought was born it was quickly followed by the next surprising turn of her day. Two military jeeps screeched to halt in front of the Hospital and four armed man got out the cars. One of them wore a blue Air Force uniform and was flanked by his man as he made his way in to the Hospital. The hypochondriac woman's babbling slowly muted out as she watched the good looking, tall officer step inside the waiting area. His sharp, cold brown eyes surveyed the room, before his gaze settled on her. His eyes softened a bit as their eyes met as he stepped closer to the counter.

"I am looking for Doctor Gregory House." His voice was nice, like silk, as he spoke with authority. And he was looking for House. What?! She just knew she should have taken the day off. She smiled at him nervously and prayed she heard him wrong.

"Doctor House?!" She asked her voice sounding a bit off, but it was not everyday the military was looking for one of their doctors. Not even for this one doctor in particular/. What did that man get himself into this time? He got in more trouble then a five year-old. You looked the other direction for two seconds and he'd burn down the house down. / The Air Force officer just nodded. "Please wait a here, I call Doctor Cuddy, the Dean of this Hospital." Without really waiting for an answer Nurse Brenda hurried to Cuddy's office and opened the door.

"Doctor Cuddy, some military officer is here for House."

"What?!" Cuddy sounded pained as she tried to ease the pain of her own upcoming headache. "What's he done now?" she asked Brenda, but before the nurse could answer she put up her hand to stop her "No, don't answer that. I changed my mind. I do not want to know" she sighed and stood. With Cuddy at her side, Nurse Brenda walked back to the waiting military officers.

"I am Dr Lisa Cuddy, the Dean of this hospital. How may I help you Officer...?" the man dressed in blue smiled charmingly at her, making him even more handsome.

"Colonel. Colonel O'Neill, Air Force ma'am. We are here on official business; I have orders to take Dr. Gregory House with me."

"What's he done this time?" A mildly amused look flickered over O'Neill's face. Brenda could swear the man's expression looked disturbingly familiar, but she couldn't really place it.

"I'm afraid I can't give you that information, Dr. Cuddy. Classified."

"It must be a misunderstanding. I am sure Doctor House could not have done anything this serious." She smiled, but her expression clearly showed she herself didn't really believe it. After the Tritter incident and all the trouble the man caused she should know better. Cuddy, seeing O'Neill won't give her more information, finally looked around to see if she could spot House. When she didn't see him she turned toward Brenda and asked. "Where is House?" Cuddy sounded tired and angry.
Brenda's gaze flickered to the clock on the wall and she gulped before answering
"He is taking a lunch break." Cuddy and Colonel O'Neill's followed her look to the clock on the wall. It was just past 3 P.M.

"This man." muttered Cuddy to herself as she turned on her heels and stormed down the corridor, Brenda would have swore she saw a small, almost knowing smile flicker over the Colonel's and one of his man's face. Nah, she must be just imagining it.

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Cuddy felt like... well there was not a proper word to describe how she felt. Why, oh why did she ever agree to employ House? Because the man was brilliant, and unique and terribly mouthy and annoyingly childish at the same time No, there was something else, but what?? Oh yes, guilt, her guilt. She grimaced. Even now she remembered the accusing blue eyes as they cut deeper then House's words. She needed to help him, he was her responsibility. Like a child who needed protection. Of course in this situation it was more likely she needed to save him from himself and the trouble his big mouth always got him into. If only House could keep his mouth shut. Oh yeah fat chance of that ever happening. But thinking about things she couldn't change was an exercise in futility. She needed to concentrate on the situation at hand.
She looked at Colonel O'Neill and wondered what disaster could come this time. The incident with Tritter wasn't even over and House somehow managed to get into yet another mess. But what did he do that the Air Force came to arrest him? She needed to know for sure before she could call a lawyer, but who? The last few who worked with House threatened to quit if they had to do it again, and she could not allowed that. There was the new girl, Johnson. Nah, she won't throw a lamb to the wolf, even if the wolf most probably would enjoy that. One employee brought to tears per month was enough for Cuddy, and House was over the quota for this year even though it was only June.

Someone with more experience was needed. Stacy. Yes she would be good, but Cuddy was not that desperate just yet to call her. Maybe if she knew what the hell was going on, she would be able to stand the mad house these two lovebirds could make around each other. She turned toward the Colonel to try to gain some information.
"I don't know what House did this time but I am sure we can sort this out. If you could just tell me what he has done." She tried again to clean up House's mess. Amused brown eyes gazed down at her, before looking back at his man.

"I am sorry ma'am. I can't discuss with you why I am here."

"Why?"

"National Security."

"What?! Oh, just wait till I get my hands on him." She fumed. She heard one of the solders mutter under his breath something about small Doctor's are all alike but she couldn't really catch it all and it was not that important just now.

As they neared the cafeteria, she asked a few more question but got the same answers.
'Classified'

'National Security.'

'Needed clearance'

She felt like she was in some cheesy spy movie. She swore if House got out of this alive and free, she would kill him herself.
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James Wilson just shook his head at his friend's antics as the older man yet again stole a french fry from his plate. While House gesticulated wildly as he retold his last clinic patent's moronic actions. Amusement danced in House crystal blue eyes and a smile tugged his mouth.

The tale was really funny if you didn't count the poor patient's humiliation. Wilson was just about to scold his friend when the other man's expression suddenly changed. House's browns frowned in puzzlement and his eyes focused at the cafeteria's entrance. Interested in what caught his friend's attention James turned.

"What is it?" he asked while twisting around toward the entrance so he could see what House and half of the cafeteria was looking at.

What he saw made his jaw drop. In the corridor a very angry looking Cuddy was approaching, which on its own wouldn't be too unnatural, especially if she headed toward House, but at her side there were a well-armed team of solders. "What's going on?" he wondered out loud, unsure if he wanted to really know the truth or not.

His stomach turned in a knot which usually signalled something bad was about to happen. His answer arrived in Cuddy person who stalked toward them. Wilson had a tiny bit of hope she would keep walking on, but this tiny hope was destroyed as well when she stopped at their table with a grim look on her face. He tried to smile at her but he could feel it came out more like a grimace than a smile.

"House these gentlemen want to speak with you in private. And I myself want to know what have you done /this time/." Her calm face broke at her last word, and anyone could plainly hear the anger, worry and frustration in her voice. She had her arms on her hips, and her whole posture screamed annoyance.

"I am deeply wounded " House had a fake hurt look on his face as he took up a nonchalant pose in his chair but Wilson saw his friend's guarded look as he studied the solders' face. "The porno is all Wilson's. " Wilson's head snapped toward his friends as he gaped at him.

"House!!" Cuddy almost hissed in annoyance.

"What?

"House?!" James asked as he looked at House, question plainly seen in his eyes. What you get yourself in this time?

"Since when is it a crime to heck in the Pentagon's system?" House said innocently and smiled. His smile clearly showed if he even he knew what's going on, he wouldn't give it away. Wilson buried his face in his hands, and groaned.