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*just sits down next to him*

*glances at her, bouncing the tip of his cane against the floor* Shouldn't you be resting or something?

If I had to sit through one more hour of day-time TV, I was going to shoot your TV. I figured I should get out before that happened.

Or just buy me a new one. High-def and the L-Word were destined to be together.

I'll just give you the big screen I got in the divorce. I don't watch much TV.

Then I guess you better go back and break my TV. A deal's a deal.

*snorts* I'll get right on that.

See you back at the apartment then.

*studies him* You're really okay with me living with you?

No. I'm just waiting for you to drop your guard before I stage a coup and throw you out.

*narrows her eyes at him* You do mind, but... but not as much as you expected.

*glances behind him* Did you get a psychology degree since the last time we talked?

I'm a cop, I get how people think. You don't deny it, I notice.

Actually, I did. Your observational skills could use some work, Doctor.

No, you just tried to discourage me from asking more questions with sarcasm. I'm asking you honestly here House, because if you want me out, I'll leave. I really can stay in a hotel room. I know I don't make as much as a doctor, but I can afford a hotel for a few days. I'm trying to give you some say in this.

And that's not answer enough? Alright, try this one on for size:

I don't care.

*lets out a big sigh and runs her hand through her hair*

None of this makes sense anymore. I'm just going to shut up and stop trying to figure things out because nothing makes sense.

And by 'this' you mean...?

My whole world view's gone to hell recently. What did you think I meant? Us? Or the not us?

No, I just like clarification. So by 'world view' you mean the whole thing where people are good, decent and caring, right?

No, the one where I wasn't capable of knifing a guy and being thanked for it. You know, the latest mental scar to add to my collection.

Somebody thanked you? Who? Satan?

Vincent. He thanked me for killing him.

Is that a yes?

Vincent was evil, but he wasn't the ultimate evil.

We haven't talked in a while... or at least, I haven't talked at you. How are things?

That's because being in the same place makes it harder to ignore you. *dryly* I'm just taking a break.

*grins* That's what I'm counting on.

Taking a break? You don't strike me as the break type... everything OK?

Then you're obviously not familiar with my work habits. When did you decide to become my fairy godmother?

*looks down* Just now? *eyebrow raise* Bibbity, bobbity... boo?

And suddenly it all makes sense, just like that. I'm not interested so stop flirting with me.

House. *a nod, and oh, what a fantastic greeting*

You know, they told me this was a secret jogging park. I want my fifty back.

Take it up with them.

I intend to.

So, what happened? Did you use your heightened senses to sniff me out?

Actually, they failed me entirely. I was attempting to get far away from you.

*flops down next to him*

Wow, they just let anybody into the park these days. You know, the Nazis had the right idea.

Cute.

By the way...grandma died...

*there's a conversation opener*

Is that a metaphor?

More like a flat out lie. Check the sent folder of your work email.

It got me out school for the week.

I'm so ashamed of you.

Couldn't you come up with anything more creative?

Not with Murphy breathing down my next, telling me to go to school.

But I think I finally got her beat.

That's because forcing her to stay with us is a unique form of torture. I'd cave to all of your demands too.

Pffft. If that was true, I'd have a pony.