Cuddy’s Place. It was nearly lunch but House was still sleeping soundly, after all he knows he deserved a lot of sleep after what happen last night between him and Cuddy. His phone rang and this wakes him up. He tried to lift his heavy arm to get the phone from the bed stand and managed to speak up with eyes still shut.
House: House ---- For God sake, it’s just six in the morning ---- <looked at the clock> Oh, my bad --- Okay, I’ll be there <he turned off the phone>
He stood up and smiled after noticing that he really wasn’t dreaming. He was indeed in Cuddy’s room and even slept on her bed, naked. He put on his clothes and pants and decided to go see her. He found Cuddy in the kitchen holding down Rachel who’s crying.
Cuddy: Did I wake you up?
House: No. Got a call from Foreman, I’ve got a case.
Cuddy: Oh. Your breakfast’s on the table.
House: No, I have to go.
House moved closer to Cuddy as she looked at him.
House: <stammered first> I… I… Hmmm… Thank you…
Cuddy smiled and she was surprised when House moved closer and kissed her before leaving.
In PPTH, House was having his late lunch with his ducklings and Foreman outside the cafeteria. They got up after House ordered them to do some test and medical procedure for the patient. Wilson apparently joined his friend in the table. He looked at his grumpy-turn-happy friend while it ate the food in front of him.
Wilson: I smell something fishy, House…
House: No matter what you say or do, it won’t get in me. I’m hungry.
Wilson: Where were you this morning? Foreman knocked on me asking if I know where you are.
House: Uh-huh. He told me that too. I woke up late, The “L” Word is on last night remember? If I got in early, patient’s in danger, I’m still high.
Wilson stared at his friend who he knew was hiding something from him.
That afternoon, House entered Cuddy’s office where she was signing some papers on her desk. He sat right in front of her as he held his cane and as she was looking at him.
House: Got something up for tonight?
Cuddy: What, another round?
House: <smiled> If you want to, why not? <Cuddy smiled> I have a reservation for two at a nearby diner.
Cuddy: You’re asking me out?
House: Actually, I’m asking you in.
Cuddy: <smiled> Hmm, sure.
House: <nodded> Okay then, pick you up by seven.
Cuddy: Yah.
That night, House brought his car to fetch Cuddy. He was wearing his blue shirt and a nice piece of slacks and was matched with polished shoes. Cuddy, on the other hand, was wearing a beautiful dress suited for the night.
Cuddy: Hey…
House: <Sighed> Love the dress.
Cuddy: Thank you. You do looked great on the shirt too.
House: <smiled> I got it from a garbage sale on my way here.
Cuddy: <chuckled> Bluffing. I saw you wear that tee sometime.
House: Nice.
In the diner, the two were seated opposite facing each other while eating their meals. House was looking at Cuddy almost every minute while she would seldom look at him.
Cuddy: I didn’t know you have a good taste for a diner. I love this place.
House: <smiled> Uh-huh. I don’t usually brought a woman to a date. I usually brought them to a strip club, or a hotel, or---
Cuddy: <laughing> Why didn’t you brought me there?
House: <got seconds before answering> You’re different… You’re different from them <Cuddy smiled>.
After dinner, House drove Cuddy back home and even walked with her until they reached the porch where they stopped and faced each other. She noticed his being timid in spite of his known strong character.
House: <sighed> So, here we are.
Cuddy: Uh-huh --- Thank you for the great evening…
House: No biggie. Actually, I am the one who should say that because of what had happened last night.
Cuddy: <smiled> Oh, that one. No big. ---- <kissed him> Good night, House….
House: Good night, Cuddy…
Cuddy walked in the door and closed it. House began walking back to his car wearing a smile.