The plane had landed and House and Cuddy made their merry way [still not noticing each other] to their separate taxis to take them to the private pier. When they arrived, they laid eyes on each other.
"Shit," they کہا simultaneously, "What the hell are آپ doing here?"
"Me?" کہا Cuddy pointing to herself, "What are آپ doing here?"
"Wilson sent me here, and I'm assuming he sent آپ here too?" he said, watching as her posture changed.
She nodded, "Well, I'll see if we can get another yacht for you,"
"Me?! Why me?"
Just then the pilot of the yacht approached, "Sorry, but I couldn't help but over hear-"
But he was cut off سے طرف کی HOuse, "You mean آپ were eavesdropping?" But before he could continue, he felt a sharp jab to the ribs, he glare at Cuddy, "Sorry," he muttered sarcastically.
"As I was saying, there are no مزید yachts to be hired, and we better hurry as in and گھنٹہ I have to pilot out another boat,"
House and Cuddy sighed before embarking the yacht. They gaped when they saw the interior, however.
There was the entrance and to the left was a galley [kitchen] and to the right was a small dining area. Further آگے there was a lounge with a large leather سوفی, لٹانا and a high definition T.V. with a DVD player. Even futher forward, there was a master bedroom with a connecting ensuite.
House and Cuddy glanced at each other, before House put his thumb to his forehead, "Dibs the bed," he cried.
Cuddy folded her arms and rolled her eys and glanced up and out of the skylight above her at the cloudless blue sky. Both of them had their attention when the pilot yelled "Cast off" in Greek.
They made their way back on deck. House stayed behind in the cockpit and talked to the pilot about how the yacht handled where as Cuddy made her way to the bow. SHe held onto the forestay and leant آگے to watch the light blue sea be pushed up around the stem to turn into white fluff before fading back into the light blue.



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