Hey everyone! I know it's been a while since my last update (end of July?) but the story's back, at least for now. It just randomly hit me to work on it, and before I knew it, I had another chapter done. I don't know how many of you out there are still interested in this story, but for those of you who PMed me and pleaded with me to continue, I hope you like it! Your opinions matter and will determine whether or not this story stays continuing, or dies right here. Extra thanks to huddy_aimee (is that still your pen name? haha) for sending me a facebook reminder to get off my ** and continue this story! (really, she's not that harsh, but it was a great influence nonetheless ^^)

Enjoy :)

"I'll show you who's too weak to stand," Cuddy said, marching over to her and grabbing her by the collar of her shirt.

She pulled Thirteen off the table as their lips smashed together. Both of them wrapped themselves up in this heated, passionate kiss that immediately wiped all of their fears and troubles away. It was only focused on them and their desires for one another.

But it would have to wait. Tonight, they would settle their differences and come to a conclusion after spending time in Cuddy's bed.

Meanwhile, across town, House was settling differences of his own. He opened the door to reveal a familiar blonde standing there, wearing a men's button up formal shirt with loose fitting pants that went all the way to the ground.

"May I come in?" she asked, playing with the uppermost button on the shirt with a grin.

House stepped aside. He lost all his senses when it came to beautiful women. He especially lost it when she tore off the shirt and pants to reveal a one-piece leather outfit with fishnet stockings and knee high black boots. All the blood rushed to his groin instantly.

"Hi, I'm Lexi," she said, approaching him slowly.

House couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Hi, I'm Greg," he responded and then pulled her to him and kissed her, not exactly realizing the type of trouble he would be in if word ever got out.

It was the perfect way to get back at Cuddy. Instead of hurting her directly, she would do it passively and would be able to keep this going a little longer. She loved the chase and Cuddy would certainly want to hunt her down after this one. Ruining lives is what Lexi did best and she wanted to see that she destroyed Remy and Cuddy's relationship, one way or the other. And if this didn't work, Cuddy would be next.

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House awoke at nine-thirty that morning, sprawled out haphazardly on the bed, along with the blankets. Right away, he noticed a sudden throbbing in his temple. He had been drinking last night.

Last night…What happened last night? Who was here with him? It's pretty obvious that sex went on here, for him being naked was the first clue. Second was dried up fluids all over his brown sheets.

House sat up with a groan, holding his head with his hands. The stupid sun that poured in through the windows wasn't doing a thing to help with his headache.

Pushing by the brutal rays, he came to a stand and looked for his boxers. He found them in a heap at the end of his bed. Did he have a hooker over last night? He didn't remember making a phone call. Then again, he didn't remember much that went on last night.

Heading out to the empty living room, he looked around, as if expecting the answer to drop from the ceiling. On his coffee table lay a few full size empty bottles of kettle one. That's right…he purchased those last night, wanting to rid Lexi from his mind, along with everything else that was happening at the hospital. But when has he ever drank so much that he didn't remember what was going on, or didn't remember having sex with someone? It's like he blacked out, but was still mobile. Kettle one didn't have that affect on him, no matter how much he drank in one sitting. If anything, it would make him pass out, not sleepwalk.

Heading into the kitchen to make coffee and free himself from the headache, his mind took him back to yesterday when Lexi trapped them inside the elevator and tried to seduce him. He remembered the look in her eyes. It was the look of evil, no question about that. Behind those baby blues was a plan that would soon be put into action. It wasn't an ordinary, run of the mill plan either—it was dangerous, and it involved Thirteen and Cuddy.

The more he tried to think, the more his head hurt. To top it off, he was late getting to the hospital this morning. Going in with a hangover wouldn't be anything new. He's done worse things to himself AT the hospital to mess with his mind and mobility, but to usually achieve something.

With his coffee, he washed down a few Tylenol and proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. The quieter it was around the apartment, the harder it was to concentrate. Maybe white noise from the shower would help him remember something. The reasons behind him getting drunk was no mystery to him. He didn't even care that he had sex unconsciously. What was really eating at him was who he had sex with. Didn't this person know that he was bombed? Who would take advantage of him in that situation? Not even a hooker would stick around to sleep with someone who was that drunk.

What did he say? What did he do? Was he asleep and whoever was here dragged him into bed and had their way with him? No, that's stupid. He willingly walked into his own bedroom, probably carrying the woman in his arms. He assumed he didn't have pain, for it was probably blocked by the booze.

Could it have even been possible that he was drugged and forced to have sex? But who would do that? Who would want to get even with him enough to do something of the sort?

House finished his shower. White noise didn't help for shit. He was just as lost as he was when he stepped in the shower. He towel-dried himself off and then used the towel to wipe the steam off the bathroom mirror. The shower did help relieve some of the tension though. He felt himself start to relax and decided that he'd let it come to him when it came to him.

"House! You're late," Cuddy said the second House put one foot past the automatic doors belonging to the clinic.

House still had his headache and cowered up at the sound of Cuddy's loud tone that bounced off the four walls of the clinic. "Thank you for the obvious fact, hall monitor. I bet you weren't on time either with your late night booty call and all."

Cuddy just rolled her eyes and slapped a red file against his chest. "You're doing clinic duty."

House stepped away, leaving the file still in Cuddy's hand. "No, thanks. I'm busy."

Cuddy followed hot on his trail. "I'm not going to ask you again. Your team is fine. They're already working on the case from yesterday, running tests."

House frowned. "Since when are you so well-versed on what my team is up to? Oh, I know, since you started messing around with one of my female ducklings."

"Clinic!" Cuddy shouted. "Now!"

House recoiled again. "Christ, woman, stop shouting in my ear!"

He hurriedly pushed the button to the elevator.

"House, I'm serious," she said, speaking a little lower this time.

"Why are you so afraid for me to go see my team? Either they're not doing what you say, you don't want me to see Thirteen, because you're afraid she won't have the hots for you anymore once I get a hold of her, or…she's not there at all. Late night last night?"

"That's none of your business, and that's not the point," she said icily. "I'm your boss, and when I tell you to do something, I want you to do it."

House frowned at her. "Are you sure you're getting laid? You're way too uptight."

The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. Cuddy followed him.

"You're coming up, too? How nice. Your girlfriend will enjoy your company. Do you guys do that public affection thing? I can see her doing that, but you having a difficult time with it. You're the submissive one, right?"

Cuddy immediately regretted stepping into the elevator with him. "I want you to take your ass back down to the clinic and start your clinic duty," she said in a prior matching tone.

"Wouldn't you want your girlfriend to do it? That way she's closer to you and you can occasionally peek out your office doors and become all oogily-eyed at one another. Maybe even slip into an empty exam room, and kill some morning hours."

"Don't be ridiculous," she muttered.

"You guys are practically doing that already. It shouldn't be any news."

They both looked at one another simultaneously. He had a smirk on his face, while Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him. How could he possibly know that? It happened after he was gone yesterday! And that was only because Cuddy wanted to prove a point to Thirteen.

"Better not let Lexi find out you're still boffing her ex. She might end up pulling a cliché and coming after you with a meat cleaver or a scythe. Which do you think is more fitting for a bitch in heels?"

Cuddy was grateful when the doors opened. They both stepped out. "Do not mention her again in this hospital, or I will fire you," she threatened before taking the lead and heading towards his office.

"She needs to get laid more often," House said to himself as Cuddy stormed off.

Just then, Wilson came out of his office, but stopped in the doorway when he saw House just standing there.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Everything but the sky," House said.

"Hangover still?" Wilson asked.

House nodded, but then caught himself. "Wait, you said 'still,'"

Wilson didn't think anything of it. "Yeah."

"Which means you knew I'd have one."

"House, you know you have a habit of calling me when you're drunk."

House's eyes widened a bit. "I called you last night?"

"Yeah—"

"Get back in your office," he interrupted.

Wilson was puzzled, but granted that request and slipped back inside, turning the light on. House began immediately talking as soon as the door was shut.

"What time did I call you?"

"Uh…Ten, ten thirty or so, maybe some time in between. Why? What's going on?"

"I don't remember a thing that happened last night. The last thing I remember is sitting on my couch, polishing off the first bottle of kettle one about nine o'clock."

Wilson shrugged. "So, you passed out."

"Yeah, I thought so, too. The next thing I remember, I'm waking up in my bed this morning after sleeping with someone. The catch is, I have no recollection at all of last night, or who I slept with."

Instead of finding this matter serious, Wilson laughed. "That doesn't surprise me."

"This isn't funny!" House said with all the seriousness he could muster.

"House, it's classic you. I don't find this at all odd."

"What did I say when I called you?" he asked.

Wilson played along. "Nothing much, just that you were drunk off your rocker again and complimented Cuddy's features, much like you always do. I believe you also mentioned Thirteen, but that part was a bit hazy."

"I didn't say who I was sleeping with?"

Wilson shook his head. "Probably because they didn't show up there yet."

House snapped his fingers. "Exactly. If I called a hooker, I would have had to call two hours in advance to get someone. I called you at ten. If I didn't brag about a hooker, or that I was getting lucky, like I usually do, a hooker didn't show up last night."

Wilson shrugged. "Maybe it didn't cross your mind."

"Since when doesn't it cross my mind to brag that I got lucky, Wilson?"

Wilson nodded. "Yeah, that's true. So how about this…how do you know you didn't get lucky with yourself?"

House grimaced at him. "You're sick, you know that."

Suddenly, Wilson's face grew serious. "Wait, House, don't move."

House didn't move. His eyes followed Wilson's that landed somewhere on his neck or upper chest area. "What?"

Wilson moved closer to examine something on the side of his neck.

"What the hell are you doing?" House asked, feeling a tad uncomfortable that he was being examined like this.

"You break out when your skin is punctured by a needle, right?"

House immediately brought up his hand and felt the soft skin of his neck, only to discover the surface was a bit bumpy. Both of them had the same look on their faces after that.

"Oh damn," House said and then found himself looking in one of Wilson's small wall mirrors. A very small, almost unnoticeable puncture mark was there and the area surrounding it was a tad red, like a rash. It's not obvious, which is why he missed it himself, and Cuddy overlooked it as well.

"Someone drugged you to sleep with them?" Wilson asked.

"Son of a bitch," House murmured, having an idea who it could be.

"Lexi," Wilson said after a small pause, taking the word right out of House's mouth.

"That still doesn't explain why I don't remember letting her into my apartment."

"You were drunk."

"Not THAT drunk," he said, turning quickly on his heels and limping to the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Wilson asked, wondering if he should follow him.

"To see my favorite duckling."

He closed the door behind him.

House walked by his outer office to see Thirteen sitting at the table and Cuddy leaning up against it, back facing the window. When he walked in, both heads turned towards him.

"No, don't stop. I'm sure whatever it is you're talking about is very exciting," he said sarcastically.

"We were talking about the case," Cuddy said truthfully.

"Since when do you come up here and talk about the case?"

"Since you don't," Cuddy countered, wearing a grin.

"I'm sure you two have better things to talk about, like whose turn it is to wear the hot leather suit and crack the whip."

"Are you finished?" Thirteen asked, not liking his wry sense of humor and keeping on a straight face.

"Actually, no. Cuddles, please leave the room. I have something to discuss with Thirteen."

Thirteen and Cuddy exchanged glances, both of them facially asking one another what this could be about. Cuddy accepted it with a nod.

"I'll see you later," she said and left the office to get back to work.

"What did I do this time?" Thirteen asked dryly once Cuddy was gone.

"Have you ever had a night of wild, passionate, monkey sex, and not remembered it in the morning?"

Thirteen shrugged after pausing with a frown. "Uh…yeah. I was a teenager once, you know."

"Drug or alcohol induced?"

Her frown grew bigger. "Sometimes both. Why do you ask?"

"Lexi, has she ever injected you with something that caused you to black out and not remember what happened the night before?"

"Why?"

"Just answer the question."

"No, House. I'm not…very comfortable talking about her. Taub and Kutner went to go run some tests and Foreman—"

"I don't care about the case!" House said loudly. "Your ex came to my apartment last night, injected me with some mystery serum," he pointed to his neck, "and then seduced me."

Thirteen laughed, but no humor came from it. " That…is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Why would you say that? It's not like you have anything against her. Don't make mine and Lisa's problems your business. I know this is just another way for you to snoop around in our lives."

"Oh, right, because I always go around with stories about people injecting me with some short term memory stuff and then sleeping with me just for kicks and giggles. If I wanted to get involved with you and Cuddy, I'd stand outside her bedroom window and get cheap thrills watching you two have sex."

Thirteen stood up and left the table. "Lexi has no motive for getting you involved. Excuse me."

Thirteen left the room, leaving House to stand there and possibly second guess everything that he just allowed and convinced himself to believe was real.

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