Taking a break from my other O/C story to have a little fun. I don't own anything related to House.

"What the hell is this?" House froze in front of his office door.

Wilson shrugged, then peered inside House's office. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it looks like…a bouquet."

House rolled his eyes and pushed through the door. Whoever had sent the monstrosity that sat on his desk had surely left a card. When he found out who committed this act of foolishness…well, suffice to say that someone had some serious humiliation coming.

Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub were sitting around the conference room table, evaluating case files, hoping to find a potential patient. House lumbered into the conference room, casting a quick glance at the trio as he poured himself a cup of coffee, dumping two packets of sugar in it and stirring.

"So." House sipped at his coffee as the team turned at the sound of his voice. "Anybody see anyone drop that…thing on my desk this morning?"

Taub shook his head, Thirteen suppressed a small smile behind her hand, and Foreman looked thoughtful. House noticed this immediately and pointed at him.

"You know something! Out with it, or it's my clinic duty and yours for the next month."

Foreman rolled his eyes. "I do that anyway. Some delivery guy dropped them off this morning. I just had him put them in your office." House gave him a questioning look. "Yeah, I thought it was odd, too." Who in their right mind would get House flowers?

"Maybe you've got a secret admirer." Taub deadpanned. "You must have given your last hooker one hell of a tip." Thirteen snorted as House fixed Taub with a deadly glare.

"I'm obviously wasting my time here." House drained his mug and set it on the counter. "I'm out of here. Page me if you manage to dig up something interesting." He limped out of the conference room, muttering something about the incompetence of his team of morons.

After House left, the three doctors looked at each other, finally exploding in laughter. When House found out who sent him those flowers…

# # #

Cuddy was going over paperwork when House came crashing through her office door, standing in front of her desk, an irritated expression on his face.

She looked up, gracing House with a patient look that she certainly didn't feel. "Is there something you want, House?"

House continued glaring. "Someone left a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers on my desk this morning. Now, why would someone do that?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes. Was this really worth interrupting her work? "You barged in here to ask me that? Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nope." House rocked back and forth, leaning on his cane. "I've got a mystery to solve, and the Scooby Gang is no help. Neither are you."

With that parting shot, House turned on his heel and limped out of her office, slamming the door behind him. Cuddy couldn't help the smile that curved her lips upward. Whoever had bought House those flowers had no idea what they were in for.

# # #

After leaving Cuddy's office, House made his way to the clinic. He had noticed a new nurse working behind the desk about a month or so before, and she was working this morning.

"Make a note…" House squinted at her name tag, mostly to check out her chest. Her curves rivaled Cuddy's, and he finally raised his blue eyes to meet her hazel ones. "…Michelle. Doctor Gregory House signing in at 11:00."

Michelle Morrison, RN, chuckled in amusement at House's antics. Of all the doctors that rotated through clinic duty, she found him the most fascinating. He made no secret of his disdain for the mostly idiotic patients that found their way here, and she couldn't help agreeing with him most of the time.

She found him quite appealing despite his acerbic personality. Michelle overheard a good deal of what went on around the clinic, and she had noticed some things about this Doctor House. He had one friend that she knew of, Doctor Wilson, he of the kind brown eyes and sweet demeanor. How those two ended up friends, she would never understand.

"Noted and filed, Doctor House." Michelle handed him a file folder, and his hand brushed hers as he took it from her. "Your first patient's in Exam Room Two."

He flipped it open, ready to automatically roll his eyes. His expression changed from annoyed to curious. If his instinct was correct, this could be his ticket out of clinic duty today.

House's first clinic case turned out to be a major disappointment. So did the third, the seventh, and the tenth. Every time he picked up another folder, he snuck a peek over to the desk. Michelle was still working, her light brown ponytail bobbing up and down as she dealt with paperwork, signed in patients, and chatted with her co-workers. Occasionally she would catch him, smirking at House before he quickly looked away, bellowing for his next patient.

Finally the waiting area cleared out, and House took the opportunity to sign out. "Make a note, Michelle." House casually glanced at her as he signed the clipboard. "Doctor Gregory House, signing out at 5:00."

Michelle checked her watch, amused. "It's only 4:45, Doctor House. Nice try."

House huffed in annoyance. "Close enough. You'll let me slide, won't you?" He made a big show of batting his eyelashes. "Just this once, please?"

"Fine…but just this once." Michelle glanced back up at him, watching his hand as he signed out. She took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with House. "Word on the street is that you got flowers today. Is it your birthday or something?"

House scowled. "How did you hear about that?"

Michelle shrugged noncommittally. "You know how hospitals are. Nothing but gossip mills. Word gets around." She stood up and leaned a little closer, lowering her voice. "I've also heard that you've got a little…thing for someone. But that's probably just a nasty rumor."

House felt a little uncomfortable at the invasion of his personal space. How the hell did she know about the flowers? And he did not have a thing for anyone. He was just…bored because he didn't have a case, and the clinic was sometimes a good source for new cases. Besides, it was close to Cuddy's office, and therefore easier to harass her between clinic patients. The fact that it allowed him to get closer to Michelle was totally irrelevant.

"Did whoever gave you the flowers sign the card?"

"What?" House snapped back to reality with a start.

Michelle rolled her eyes. "The flowers. Surely there was a card with them."

House shrugged. "Didn't get that far."

"Maybe you should." Michelle's mouth quirked upward. "If nothing else, you'll know who to cuss out."

A small light seemed to spark House's eyes. "That could be…fun." He immediately turned and started toward the elevators. Michelle smirked to herself as he waited for the elevator, tapping his cane on the floor. She hoped she was still around when he found out who sent him those flowers. His reaction, she suspected, would be priceless.

# # #

House pushed through the door into his office. It was quiet, his team having left for the day. He regarded the flowers on his desk with suspicion. It was a well-known fact that he didn't want his birthday acknowledged, not even by those closest to him. Whoever sent him these obviously didn't have a clue.

He considered the possibility that the whole thing was a prank. House wouldn't put it past Wilson to pull something like this. It would be just one more battle in their never ending prank war, and totally appropriate.

Finally, House reached into the bouquet, coming back with the card. He pulled out the flap, and pulled out the card, turning it over in his hand. The handwriting wasn't familiar, but it could have been filled out by someone at the flower shop. House took his glasses out of his shirt pocket and shoved them on his face, scanning the card.

A slow smile overtook his rough face, and a deep chuckle emerged from him. He tapped the card against his palm, considering his options. He picked up the flowers and left his office, heading for the elevators, garnering more than a few strange looks along the way.

He stepped off the elevator, headed toward the clinic desk, hiding behind the bouquet as best he could. Michelle was still working the desk, and he set the flowers down with a loud thump, startling her. House poked his head around the bouquet, a smirk on his face, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You…" House was momentarily rendered speechless. Michelle merely regarded him with an equally amused expression. Hazel met blue across the desk, neither one of them speaking.

Wilson breezed by on his way out, and House took the opportunity to grab his attention.


He turned around, dreading what might come next. "Yes, House?"

"Don't bother waiting up for me tonight." House crowed across the clinic. "I'll be busy opening my birthday present…all night long." He jerked a thumb in Michelle's direction. "I've got a big present for her, if you know what I mean."

Wilson rolled his eyes, wishing he had just kept on walking.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow!" House bellowed to Wilson's retreating back, then turned to Michelle, ignoring the titters of laughter around him. "What do you think. Too much?"

Michelle snickered, amused by Doctor Wilson's reaction to Doctor House's announcement. "Nope. Just right, I'd say."

House leaned over the counter, a hopeful expression on his face. "So, about the card…were you serious?"

"Of course I was." Michelle smiled warmly at House.

"Well, then." House looked thoughtful. "My place, 7:30. Bring food." He handed the card back to her after scribbling his address and phone number.

Michelle watched House as he picked up the flowers and limped toward the exit. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, glad her gamble had paid off. It looked like it was going to be a happy birthday for both of them after all.

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