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Rating: PG
A/N: House/Chase, written for Robyn. First line is hers. :)


House seen with leggy blonde. Said blonde seemed very familiar. Fear I am going insane. -S.

Cuddy was not stalking. Stalking implied that one had some sort of unhealthy obsession with the target…er, victim…subject, yes, with the subject, which she clearly did not have. No, Cuddy was merely observing, out of professional consideration for Stacey. It wouldn’t do to have the hospital’s top legal consultant go insane, after all. And if her observing happened to take her to a smoky bar playing loud music, so be it. It really wasn’t stalking.

When Cuddy had first received notice from Stacey regarding House dating some blonde, her first instinct had been to ask Wilson about it. Except then she thought it could have been Wilson…but no, Wilson would have been nice enough to tell Stacey first if he and House started going out, and NO, Wilson was straight. So was House. Presumably. Anyway, after some subtle investigating that yielded nothing, Cuddy resorted to…observing. Which led to her being here, now, drinking a beer that wasn’t quite cold enough.

House was at the pool table with his date, who was indeed a leggy blonde in a miniskirt and a blousy top. Every time the blonde bent over to shoot, her miniskirt shifted just a little, flashing some more creamy skin that Cuddy would never admit to being jealous of. Cuddy couldn’t get a very good look at the blonde in the dim lighting, and wondered if she was pretty as well. She was probably pretty. House liked pretty.

Cuddy suddenly frowned. To be honest, the blonde wasn’t exactly House’s type of woman. She was a little too tall, slightly too wide at the shoulders, just a bit too flat, and if she wasn’t pretty like Chase, House wouldn’t have…oh. Oh. OH. The blond, in a skirt, who was Chase, was with House. Cuddy figured she was drunk. And when she turned away, feeling warm and somewhat faint, she missed House smirking in her direction.