I thought I'd have a go at writing a cross-over fic. I wrote it quite quickly so it might be a little bad, I'm not sure. Well hopefully you like it :)
House parked his car in his normal parking space and cocked his head slightly as he saw an unfamiliar neighbor car sitting on his left. Curious, House stumbled out of his car and gave the alien car a sizing up. It was a bulky sort of car obviously meant to give off the impression of importance. House didn’t care about the maker of the car, he was never good at analyzing cars, but what caused his eyebrow to rise was the license plate which did contain the normal printed letter of New Jersey, but instead New York. House was confused but continued on his way, assuming that the car belonged to a patient who had travelled some distance and unfortunately would probably be his responsibility from the moment he entered his office.
“Brenda you don’t have the time do you?” Cuddy asked pleasantly, checking off charts the nurse had just handed her.
“10, got a meeting with a donor?” Brenda smiled knowingly at seeing Cuddy wearing make-up for the first time in a few weeks.
Cuddy nodded and smiled as she handed the files back and turned her attention to the limping figure making his way to the door.
“Right on time as usual House,” she called out sarcastically.
“I’m earlier than usual,” he responded looking thoroughly pleased with him.
“Still not early enough,” she said half heartedly knowing there was really no point in pushing the matter further with House.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” House replied and made his way past her heading towards the elevators.
“Ah ah, where are you going?” Cuddy called out behind him, leaning on the nurses’ station.
House turned around and pointed at the elevators, “To work?” With a fake dumb expression on his face.
Cuddy copied his expression but instead pointed her thumb behind her shoulder to the clinic. “You owe me for last week when you thought it would be funny to pay a man to play hide and seek in my office.”
House smirked when he was reminded of his master plan last week, “I think that might have been the best 20 dollars I ever spent.”
Cuddy frowned, “So instead giving money to charity on Christmas, or maybe buying Wilson a nice tie, you spend it on scaring the crap out of me.” She paused, “Interesting way to spread the holiday spirit.”
“I had a bet,” House answered simply remembering that he had to collect his winnings from Wilson.
“And now you have clinic,” She said with an overly cheery smile and grabbed his arm to lead him into the clinic, House followed moodily.
“But mom,” House whined. “Don’t I have a case?” He said in a last effort to avoid clinic duty.
“Not today so you’re free to spread the Christmas spirit,” Cuddy lightly pushed House through the glass doors and into the clinic, “I’m going to be in my office, so I’ll see if you skip out.” She warned before leaving House with a triumphant smile and entering her office.
House grunted annoyed but figured it would be better to do an hour or so, to get Cuddy off his back, and then he’d skip out, it’d be likely she’d have a meeting or something so she wouldn’t be able to watch him the entire time. House picked up a red file with the name, “Jodie Romp” on it and walked into exam room one where Jodie was waiting for him and suddenly he wondered about the car he had seen parked up front.
Cameron looked at the two detectives before her and rose an eyebrow, “New York, do have jurisdiction down here?” She was a little defensive, after all Tritter was not a great experience.
“We’re following a murder investigation,” came the response of a man dressed in a sharp suit and
had a pretty serious expression on his face.
Cameron nodded and nervously pushed her blonde hair out of her face, “And it has to do with my ER how?”
“Actually we’re a little lost,” came the apologetic voice of the serious man’s partner, a very pretty woman with curly brown hair. “We’re looking for Dr. Lisa Cuddy?”
“I’d be happy to take you to her, once I find out exactly who you are.” Cameron put her hands on her hips.
“You really don’t like cops do you?” Came the woman’s response.
“Had some bad experiences,” Cameron replied still waiting for names.
The man anticipating her annoyance decided to give her an answer, “I’m detective Mac Taylor and this is my partner Stella Bonasera,” he said pointing at the woman.
“And you said you’re from the police department in New York?”
Cuddy glanced up from her work and looked through the glass doors of her office to see Cameron, House and two strangers in a slight argument outside in the clinic. Sighing Cuddy got up from her desk and exited her office to approach the group.
“House,” Cameron sighed exasperated.
“What’s he doing now?” Cuddy asked, finding it a convenient time to enter the conversation.
“Detective Taylor and Bonasera are here from the New York Police department to see you Cuddy,” Cameron replied, not bothering to give House the satisfaction of knowing he had annoyed her.
“And its not about me,” House replied a huge smug smile on his face.
The two detectives gave House a concerned look and looked over at Cuddy, “If you wouldn’t mind talking in private, “ Mac Taylor suggested.
Cuddy’s brow knitted together but she nodded, leading the way into her office, followed by the two detectives and House.
“House get out,” Cuddy exclaimed when she had turned around and seen House there.
“Please sir, it’s a private investigation,” Stella said to House.
“I’ll find out anyway, might as well get it firsthand,” House replied staying where he was.
“Are you comfortable talking to us in front of him?” Mac asked Cuddy, “It’s a bit of a sensitive matter.”
Cuddy sighed and went around her desk defeated, “He’s right, he’ll find out anyway.”
The two detectives gave each other a look of puzzlement. Mac straightened his shoulders while Stella felt uncomfortable under the intense stare of House, who was at this time comparing the nice
view he had of Stella’s ass to Cuddy’s.
“Dr. Lisa Cuddy, do you know a man named Charles Baron?” Mac asked, taking the photographs he had brought with him out of his pocket and handing them to Cuddy. Cuddy took the photos and flinched slightly at seeing a mass of blood and cuts on the dead man.
“No, I’ve never heard of him before. Why?”
“That’s interesting,” Stella chimed in, “Because 10 years ago you filed a restraining order against him.”
House would have done a double take if he hadn’t already been looking at Cuddy, whose eyes had become very wide.
“What exactly are you implying detectives?” Cuddy asked, resuming control over her facial features and not letting any emotion cross her face.
“Why did you lie to us?” Stella replied
“I wasn’t lying I’ve never heard of him.” Cuddy insisted, “I’m assuming this is him?” She said pointing to the photos.
“Yes,” Mac replied, “Then can you explain this restraining order placed against him 10 years ago?”
Cuddy shook her head slowly, “I’ve never filed a restraining order against anyone in my entire life.”