Off The Case
"Stop right there!" Cuddy ordered, barging into the lab House had been occupying for the past hour. Striding across the room to him, she ignored the satisfied smirk that spread over his face and placed a hand over his to prevent him from using the computer he reached for.
"Oh no, you don't!" she muttered.
"Or what?" House shot back. He nodded at their joined hands. "You'll hold my hand to death?" His words dripped with sarcasm, yet they somehow lacked conviction. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't even tried to remove her hand from his and instead seemed almost to be enjoying it. Cuddy could tell by the glint in his eyes.
"House, I'm serious," she said firmly. "You can't do this. A young girls' life is at risk and if you so much as – "
"I'm not going to kill her," he interrupted, a little too loudly.
A nurse who had been standing awkwardly by the door hurried off elsewhere.
He grinned. "Really, I won't."
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Of course not." Disbelief.
She paused for a moment, thinking. "You're off the case."