Own Nothing.

Chapter one.

House walked through the halls, on the way to his office, his cane tapping against the floor, sending an echo through the hollowed halls. Cuddy and Wilson had been acting weird the last few days, secret smiles when they looked at him, running off when he tried to catch up with him. He was going to figure it out, even if he would have to kill the both of them.

He walked into the room, where they held the dialogistic meetings for the patients. His team all sat around the table. Thirteen, Forman, and Chase. What he thought was weird was that their was another brunette sitting next to thirteen. Her curly brown locks were pulled back into a low ponytail. She wore grey slacks and a red sweater underneath her lab coat. She glanced up briefly when he entered the room then back down at the file she was reading.

"What do we have here? Is someone auditing my class?" House asked, walking towards her. She pulled out a letter from her lab coat and handed it to him, without ever looking at him. "What is this?" He asked, taking the envelope.

"It seems to be an envelope." Her crisp british accent cut through the air, now everyone's eyes were on her. They didn't expect her to be british.

"I can see that, what's in it." He asked again, narrowing his eyes at her. He didn't appreciate a smart ass attitude so early in the morning.

"I would assume a letter, but then you would have to actually open it to find out." She replied, turning to the next page in her file. House remained silent for a few minutes before set his cane on the table with a thud, trying to see if she would jump, but she didn't.

House turned to the envelope, opening it up to read the letter. His eyes traveled down the page, frowning. He looked up from the letter, glaring at the small brunette. "You're joking."

"Special delivery." She replied as he grabbed his cane and stormed out of the room to find Cuddy.

"What the hell was that?" House shouted as he barged into Cuddy's office, he glared down at Wilson who was sitting across form her. "You ordering me to take on a british chick? I already have one, his name is Chase!"

"Cute." Cuddy rolled her eyes, looking up from her paper work. "House, stop throwing a tantrum. Dr. Granger is one of the best in the world. And is ranked with high recommendation in Great Britain and France. The least you can do is acknowledge that and take her on."

"I don't need another member for the team." House growled.

"Why not?" Wilson asked, looking up at his best friend. "I think she would be good for you."

"Good for me?" House hit his friend with his cane. "You're insane. She's just another pretty face and she'll leave before the end of the week."

"So you think she's pretty?" WIlson teased, winking at Cuddy.

House rolled his eyes. "One week. I'll give her a one week trial. If she sucks, she's gone."

"Fine, one week on your team and if it doesn't work, she'll be put in another position in the hospital." Cuddy replied, her voice firm. "We are not getting rid of her just because you don't like her."

"Fine." House quipped before walking out of the room. He made his way back into meeting room and walked in. He stared the new doctor's back as she made herself a cup of coffee. "Go draw blood." He ordered her.

She glanced over her shoulder then back at her coffee. "Who's blood do you want me to draw?"

"The patients." House replied, walking around to the white board. "The one in you file."

Hermione finished making her coffee and walked over to her seat, she picked up the file and slid it over to him. "The file is of your last patient, I was reading over your methods and how you approached the illness." She took a sip from her cup, watching as he read through the file. The rest of the team watched them with excitement. "Anything else?"

"Clinic hours." He barked, throwing the file back on the table.

"I've been here for two week Dr. House, I already logged all my clinic hours for this month. I'm not allowed to do anymore." Hermione shrugged, sitting down in her chair.

"Go do my clinic hours." He stated, he didn't know why but this woman was revving him up.

She shook her head. "I'm not your lap dog." She simply stated. "You're down physically half a leg, you're still able to do your own work." She took another sip of her coffee.

"Then why are you even here?" He shouted, slamming his cane down on the table, louder and harder this time.

Hermione raised one eyebrow, smirking as she set her coffee down on the table. "To teach an old dogs somenew tricks." She stood up, winking at him as she walked towards the door. "Page me when we get a case. I'm going to annoy Wilson." She shouted walking out of the room.

"That was hot." Thirteen stated, as they all stared after Hermione as she walked down the hall. "Was anyone else turned on by that?"

"Sadly." House began as he sighed. "Yes..." He picked up his cane and walked into his office, closing the blinds and locking the door.