After House had insulted Cal, he walked to the elevator and walked to his office. He threw open the door and walked inside to his personal office. His team was sitting at the conference तालिका, टेबल in the adjoining conference room. Once House sat down in his प्रिय chair, his team came into his office.
    “House!” Thirteen excitedly said, “The patient has to have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis! That explains why he had low thyroid levels in his blood work.”
    “Go run a blood TSH and an antibody test,” House gruffly replied. He knew the patient would be fine, and he really didn’t care. As his team walked out of his office, House began to think. House was concerned about Cal Lightman. This short man was muscling into his territory with Cuddy. Cuddy came walking into House’s office just then.
    “Speak of the devil,” House muttered under his breath, and Cuddy walked over to House’s desk.
    “Why were आप so mean to them?” Cuddy asked. “What if they were donors?”
    “Yeah,” House snarked, “A short, arrogant British man and a really hot woman are donors?”
    “It could happen,” Cuddy retorted. “A tall, arrogant, son-of-a-bitch is the head of the Diagnostics Department.” House just glared at him. Cuddy glared back. Finally, she softened.
    “House, look, their client just got out of surgery, but she has to go back in for more. She’ll be here for a few days, so Dr. Cal and Dr. Foster will probably be here too. I don’t want my hospital to be living hell while आप and Cal battle it out to see who’s the most arrogant. Just be friendly to them, and they’ll be friendly back. It’s not rocket science. Why were आप so mean to them anyways?”
    “Because Cal was looking आप over, he could be a serial rapist for all आप know, yet you’re flirting with him. I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.” House quietly said. Some time, it was bound to happen that it got out that House liked her, but House never pictured it be while a British man was hitting on her. Cuddy got one of her I’m-never-going-to-let-you-live-this-down type of smiles.
    “House, you’re jealous because आप have the hots for me.” She said. House rolled his eyes.
    “Well duh! And आप have the hots for me too,” House pointed out. Cuddy’s smile died down to a sweeter, finally-I’ve-been-waiting-so-long-for-this smile. House stared at her; she was beautiful. He put his hand on her cheek, and brought her head up to किस her. They’re lips were almost touching when Foreman came bounding into the room. The two pulled away from each other.
    “Foreman,” House angrily said. He was about to say something witty, but he stopped. “Why are आप all sweaty?”
    “The patient, Jonathon Hanson, he’s gone. I’ve been running all over the hospital trying to look for him. The last patient we लॉस्ट almost jumped off the roof,” Foreman explained.
    “Did आप call security?” Cuddy jumped back into administrator mode.
    “They’ve been notified. I’m going to the 1st floor to look for them,” Foreman said, and ran off. House chuckled.
    “He’s probably in the park या something. Maybe he didn’t have insurance and ran off.” House stroked his beard. “Smart man,” Cuddy smacked him.
    “Come on, let’s go look for him,” She started walking quickly out of his room and down the hall to the patient’s rooms. House was just exiting his office as Cuddy turned the corner.
    “Hey! Don’t forget I’m a cripple over here!” House shouted down the hallway. When he heard no reply, House shrugged and walked in the opposite direction. He entered the patient hallway and started looking for rooms. At the end of the hallway, he saw Cal, going into a room. House sped his walk up and entered the room. The room was empty, and Cal stood in it, looking around.
    “Have आप seen my client? Sarah Hanson?” Cal asked House.
    “Have आप seen my patient? Jonathon Hanson?” House asked Cal. They stared at each other for a moment, and then the realization hit them.
    “Damnit,” they cursed in unison then looked at each other in shock. The moment passed and they became their old selves.
    “How the hell does a hospital lose a patient?” Cal indicated towards the empty bed.
    “Maybe if आप didn’t bring your client in here, she wouldn’t have found her husband and left,” House replied.
    “She was shot. She needed medical attention!” Cal exclaimed.
    “You could have taken her to another hospital!” House कहा back with the same intensity.
    “That’s the ER workers’ fault!” Cal कहा back. “Why don’t आप like Britains so much? Did one kick आप in the leg and make आप a cripple?” Cal knew he was pushing House’s buttons. He was पढ़ना so much anger when the word ‘leg’ came up; Cal wished he hadn’t कहा anything.
    House grabbed Cal and pushed him up against a wall. He punched Cal in the face, and blood began to drip down his nose. Cal shoved House away from him. They were both evenly matched; Cal could maneuver quicker around House, but House was stronger. House threw a punch, but Cal ran behind him. House stuck out his cane and Cal fell to the ground. House kicked Cal in the stomach, and Cal swung blindly and hit House on his bad leg. House shouted out in pain and kicked Cal again in the stomach. He knelt down on the ground and hit Cal in the head against the metal floor. Cal took a झूला, स्विंग at House, and hit him in the jaw. They both managed to stand up and were about to fight again, when Foster and Cuddy came laughing into the room.
    They stopped laughing when they saw the blood splattered on the walls, and that House and Cal were limping badly and neither were standing up straight; they were both hunched over.
    “What the hell happened?” Cuddy asked them in a bored and annoyed and concerned tone.