You'd had a long day at work. Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was often overrun with patients and you had the burden of clinic duty, assigned and insisted by Cuddy earlier that day. The very second that the clock ticked to 5, you practically ran out the hospital.

Quickly signing out as you threw your bag over your shoulder and had to pretend you hadn't heard Cuddys calls for you to see 'one last patient.' Yeah, you'd likely get scolded for that one tomorrow.

Now, you were calming walking up the street away from the hospital. With each step, it became increasingly clear how tired you were. Home was looking more and more pleasing, as if it hadn't been the only thing you'd thought about all day. Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycles engine came up behind you. When you glanced over your shoulder, your gaze caught onto Dr Gregory House: Head of Diagnostics and widely thought to be the best Doctor in the state. Maybe even the whole country but that depends on who you asked.

He smirked as he pulled up beside you and patted the helmet that sat on the back of his motorcycle. "Want a ride?" He asked. It was clear the man had recognised the exhaustion in your steps but there had to be another motive behind his offer. House wasn't the type to just... do things for people.