ok I'm sorry that updates are taking so long but i promise that they will come eventually. Promise. Eventually.

Cuddy had made me and Holmes help out at the day care centre as punishment for our behaviour these last few days. So, naturally, we were going to have our revenge.

"Dr House!"

"Yes miss?" I replied sarcastically, in the corner Holmes snickered

"Teasing the toddlers by putting the toys just too high up for them to reach is not appropriate"

The snickering grew louder

"But they're so small! How could you not make use of that for entertainment?!"

The snickering stopped and I glanced over at Holmes, he was shaking with repressed laughter.

"But miss!"

"No buts Greg"

I started at the use of my first name

"Yes Greg I used your first name, if you're going to act like a three year old, I'm going to treat you like one"

I mentally grinned what was it three year olds did when they weren't allowed to do something? Oh yes! That!

"MEANY!" I yelled and threw myself to the floor in the perfect imitation of a full blown temper tantrum. In the corner Holmes exploded with laughter and earned a glare from the day care lady, Marilyn.

"Mr Holmes could you kindly tend to Greg?" She asked, he looked at me, play along, I mouthed.

"Why?" he whined and hidden by my tantrum I smiled man he was good! She sighed

"Because I said so"

"But. I. Don't. Want. To!" he said stamping his foot violently and crossing his arms in the perfect imitation of a sulk.

"Sherlock….." She started but she was cut short by Holmes scream as he threw himself to the floor in his own fake tantrum.

She sighed and turned to the confused toddlers

"Right, its bed time now and……."

"Bed time!" Me and Holmes coursed as Holmes jumped up before helping me to my feet.

"Seeing as you to are so enthusiastic you can get the blankets and pillows out now can't you?" she added a meaningful tone into her voice that meant. You've had your fun, now behave. I limped over to the cupboard and pulled out a pillow, after giving it a meaningful look I turned and threw it at Holmes. He let it hit him and he pretended to be knocked onto the floor, I pulled out a blanket and limped quickly towards him. I check his vitals quickly before standing up, throwing the blanket over his head and announcing with a flourish,

"He's dead!"

The toddlers that understood started screaming, the ones that didn't started screaming anyway so as not to be left out. Marilyn looked a little stressed.

"Children. Calm please! I'm sure he's not really….."

"ZOMBIE!" I yelled loudly as Holmes slowly got up groaning with his arms outstretched, the screaming got louder and all the toddlers ran around trying to get out of Holmes' way. Over the commotion I heard Marilyn pull her phone out and tell cuddy to come get her 'children'. I grinned, mission accomplished.

By the time Cuddy got there Holmes had given up the zombie act and both of us were rolling about the floor in stitches of laughter. She apologised quickly, before storming over to us a hauling us up by our collars. As she dragged us outside, she whispered in my ear.

"Your going to pay for that" I didn't show it but I was scared, very scared.