the Mystery (Angel)

[Dr. Gregory House]

House leaned back in his chair, resting his leg on the desk. He focused on the nintendo DS he held in his hands, trying to ignore the muted throbbing in his leg. He was bored, as usual. He had come in late, as usual. There was no exciting puzzle to solve, no mystery to unravel.

The monotony was so repetitive and consistent, one could set their clock by it. Leg pain, take vicodin. Go to work, spend the rest of the day killing time playing games, avoiding clinic duty, playing mind games on his ducklings. Wash rinse and repeat. He looked at the clock; another 4 hours before General Hospital was on.

He sighed. There was something missing in his life. His eye was drawn to his leg. As usual, it gave a particularly strident throb of pain, and he winced. "Thanks for playing," he muttered, setting the Nintendo DS down to free up his hand to grab the pill bottle that housed his precious vicodin. Shaking one out, he popped it dry, waiting for the lessening of pain it would offer him. He closed his eyes, ignoring the quietly beeping game on his desk.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel was on her way down to get a cup of coffee as she passed the Diagnostics department. As she walked by, she noticed a man with his leg on his desk, playing what appeared to be a video game. She approached the door quietly, and leaned against the frame. "I didn't realize Nintendo made medical training games." She said, raising an eyebrow.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House opened his eyes and arched a brow at the dark haired woman's appearance. "Now there's an idea," he said whimsically, "but then what would I do with all my free time? General Hospital isn't on for another 4 hours. This is the episode where the nurse comes out of her coma to see her lover with another man."

He pulled his leg down from the desk as he swung the other off, leaning forward to grab the BoIO, tossing it about and catching it again, "let me guess, you're the new department head for Cardiology? The heart doctor, come to heal all pains of the heart." He peered at her. She was smokin' hot, for a heart doctor. Guess he knew what kept Wilson's attention on her. Now to see if she was needy.

"Got someone's metaphorical heart in your hands at the moment?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"General Hospital?" Angel raised her eyebrow at his comment. "Never was one for soaps, too much drama." She waved her hand, then shrugged. "Don't they always wake up to find their lover with someone else?" Soap operas had never fascinated her, they seemed too ridiculous and over dramatized.

Suddenly it clicked as to who she was talking to. So this was the infamous Doctor House Wilson had warned her about. "How very astute of you, Dr. House I presume." She smirked, moving into the office a bit more. "I do my best with the hearts I'm given." She shrugged again, standing about four feet away from his desk now.

"No, but then again I've been known to break a few hearts." She winked at him.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Interesting, House thought to himself, broke their hearts before they could break hers. He took a moment to check her out. Very Cuddy-esque outfit. Black suit, skirt, jacket and white blouse. Tantalizing hint of large breasts hidden under the folds of the blouse. Black heels boosted her maybe two inches. Well, she was a department head, she could wear heels if she damn well wanted to.

"It's the name on the door," he replied, "I know it must be hard to see past your breasts-- and I'll need to examine them more closely, but they do seem to be very nice breasts-- the name Gregory House M.D. appears underneath Head of Diagnostics. But you're only a heart surgeon, so I suppose I'll have to make allowances for you."

He lifted his cane off the short table behind him, spinning it and setting it on the ground, "you seem to have developed an odd tic," referring to her wink, which he damn well knew was a flirty wink, but he liked to be contrary, "I suppose you've broken a few hearts coming in today. Maybe Wilson's? I'm using my powers of astuteness here; he warned you of the hospital's big bad wolf, which would be me." He hefted himself up, stepping away from his desk, leaning heavily on his cane. He paused, considering his words, the analogy fit quite nicely, "I do huff and puff and eat little girls for breakfast."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Correction, I'm the head of Cardiology." Angel replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "As for examining my breasts, well, you may need to buy me a few drinks first." She added, smirking at him. He was definitely interesting, she thought to herself.

"I highly doubt I've broken Wilson's heart, not my type anyways." She said, her voice showing no indication of the contrary. "Yes he warned me about you, although he didn't call you the big bad wolf. I on the other hand decided to see what all the fuss was about..." She smirked again, watching him lean on his cane. She wondered why he used it, but knew it was inappropriate to ask such questions on the first meeting. "Who says I'd keep you around for breakfast?"

[Dr. Gregory House]

Youch! This woman is saucy! House thought, hiding his grin. He patiently waited through her tirade, leaning on his cane with a jaunty pose. He especially loved it when she crossed her arms, it squeezed her breasts so wonderfully; giving them a boost they really didn't need, and all for his viewing pleasure. "I suppose Benjamin Franklin would, or maybe a few George Washingtons. If only you would hike that skirt up a little more, you might be more successful in your ploy."

He hobble-stepped over to the door separating his office from the conference room where he and his ducklings exercised their diagnostic skills. He turned at the threshold. He looked as though he was going to maybe impart some grand knowledge or maybe insult her some more. Only, he said, "would you like to get some coffee sometimes?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"The skirt gets shorter when I'm not at work." She laughed, watching him carefully. "As for money, save it for the drinks." She smirked, taking all of him in. For a man his age, he was quite handsome. His smile captivated her more, saying more than what he would speak.

When he inquired about getting a cup of coffee, she pretending to think about it for a couple of minutes. "Better make it a couple of beers, coffee is over rated." She replied finally, following him somewhat. "Although I always thought there were rules about fraternizing with fellow employees? Not that I would listen to them, rules are over rated and meant to be broken."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House pouted inwardly when she hardly batted an eye at his insinuation of her class status. She was the devil's work, he decided. If he believed in hell, which he didn't, she was queen of it. Of course, most heart surgeons, having held actual hearts in their hands, eventually believed themselves to be gods. Technically, the devil would be a god. Only a hell god. House shook himself from his thoughts as he hobbled to the sink, reaching for his lucky red mug.

He gasped dramatically, turning at the sink to give her the stink eye, "coffee is not overrated! How could you say such a thing! Oh, of course, you preach the sin of alcoholic gluttony. Well, let me make it more simple for you; I'm a fan of all seven." He didn't need the caffeine, but enjoyed doing something to occupy his hands. He hooked the cane on the shelf and filled his mug, pouring the water into the coffee-maker and starting it.

"There are?" he asked, regarding the rules of fraternization, "tell that to Cuddy, I swear, that woman throws herself at me every day and night."

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Fan of all seven sins hm?" She smirked wickedly. This man just got better and better in her mind. "Let's see if I remember all of them. Gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride, and my favorite, lust." She let the last word come out more seductively. "Hard to believe I was once a good little catholic school girl."

Leaning against the table in the other room adjoining House's office, she watched him pour himself some coffee. "I hardly see Cuddy as the type to attempt to get you in bed." She commented flatly, having met the dean of medicine. "Let alone break any rules. Me on the other hand..." She trailed off.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"You may have been a catholic school girl once, but I highly doubt you were ever good," House replied. "Everybody sins, they all just lie about it. Even Chase, though he actually tries to believe in his own lies. You should know he once kissed a twelve year old girl just because she was dying. Save me from the bleeding hearts," House rattled the coffee maker, wanting the sweet fresh love of bitter coffee. He poked the sugar dish, looking for his brand of sugar packets. The hiss of the coffee makers was loud in the room, and he stuck his cup under the spout, not wanting to wait for the coffee to fill the decanter. Coffee straight from the source, as it were.

House made a rude noise, could this woman be any more blind? "Have you seen what Cuddy wears? She does it to provoke me, hoping that today's the day I take her against her desk. Especially lately, since she's been hard up for a baby. Though that's true. Cuddy sure doesn't break the rules. She makes the rules up, and then makes me follow them. Well, tries to anyway. As for you, well, I've known you all of five minutes, you sure you want to start spreading your reputation as a ho on your first day?"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Oh I'm good, just not at behaving." Angel smirked, watching him make the coffee. "Dr. Chase... he's the surgeon right? Dr. Cuddy mentioned him earlier, I have to talk to him about scheduling surgery. "Aren't there laws against that sort of thing?" She shook her head in reference to the kiss. "Bleeding hearts would be my department, not yours.

"I think you're just a little paranoid, or full of yourself..." She stated after his comments about how Cuddy dressed. "I'm thinking more the latter." She listened to him ramble about rules, wondering if he would ever make a point. When he commented about her being a ho, she looked at him. "And I suppose you would be the one spreading those rumours?" She said calmly. "I'm no ho, but the couple of guys I've slept with, well, they didn't complaining." She moved a little closer to House. "I'm sure you've had plenty of experiences with hos."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House sipped at his too hot coffee and made a face at Angel's comment regarding laws about Chase's "innocent kiss." He shook his head, his lips tipping up in a wry smirk, "I'd be a hypocrite if I made noise about that, given that I have them doing B and Es into patients' homes. Also, we're doctors. We break laws every day, which is fun for me."

House listened to Angel's reply regarding to his comment. Of course he'd spread the rumour, he was House. He spread various rumours about Wilson and Cuddy, no relationship with him was sacrosanct. Of course, he couldn't let Angel know that.

"I'm no gossip monger!" House gasped, mock offended. "Hos are like stupid people, you know them when you see them. I wouldn't have to spread any rumours about your "Ho-ness", because it's true. As for experience, I've plenty of experience with Bros before Hos, maybe," House snarked back.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"B and E's huh? How interesting." Angel stated, wondering how he'd never been caught. Well, his team anyways. When he mentioned breaking laws being fun to him, she rolled her eyes. That didn't seem to surprise her in the least.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Dr. House." She commented. "Besides, if you decide to spread those rumors, I guess I'd have to fire back that you're gay." She added after hearing about his 'bro before hos' comment. "I can see you as a bottom." She laughed, giving him a smirk. "As I said before, I'm no ho. Great in bed, of course, not that you'll ever know."

[Dr. Gregory House]

"It's interesting that you find breaking and entering interesting. I'm sure you've had your share of B and E's yourself to support your crack ho habits," House zinged her back, liking the banter. Golly, this one was a keeper!

"I sleep just fine at night. Like a baby. A vicodin drugged baby. You should try it sometimes, it will do wonders for those bags under your eyes." House snorted at her pathetic challenge, "oh please, you'd have to do better than that. There's already a betting pool with the nurses as to when Wilson and I "come out" and announce our super secret gay love affair that spans the decades we've known each other. Try again, better luck next time."

He put on a worried face that he might never know her great ass, because that skirt left near nothing to the imagination, "you mean, not even buying you alcoholic beverages and giving you a wad of cash will get me in your bed? Oh, the agony. Will it never end?"