The Great Meet of Great Minds Ch.4
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jdmcoolTitle: The Great Meet of Great Minds, Ch.4
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,034
Summary: Taub and Adams find themselves doing the bidding of one obnoxious genius while working with another.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, unfortunately. Set after The Reichenbach Fall (Sherlock) and Love Is Blind (House).
It was perfectly rational that now that the patient was interesting and not dying as quickly that House would send them to break in to the patient’s home, regardless of the fact that the man was a hospital donator. After all, it wasn’t like he was putting himself on the line, Taub had always figured. Not that he wasn’t used to the process by this point, but there was a huge difference between breaking into some person’s home and breaking into the home of someone who might go to those in charge of the hospital and make a big funk over it all.
“You coming or what?” Adams asked as she got the door open.
Nodding, Taub followed along, casting aside his nervousness to do his job. Well, his job according to House since he never had to learn to break into homes before working for that man.
Inside, it looked exactly like what one would’ve expected. High end furniture, plaques on the wall alongside family photos and some sparse art pieces. Everything looked perfectly neat and orderly, a place for everything and everything in its place.
“Nice place,” he commented as h headed looked around carefully.
Adams smiled at him before glancing toward the ceiling. “I’ll take upstairs, you take down here?”
“Sure,” he said before stilling. Grabbing her arm, he frowned. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That. There was a noise. Did you hear it?”
At first she looked at him as though he was insane. Her mouth poised to make some sort of comment about his behavior before there was the sound again and she stilled, face paling a bit in the process.
Swallowing, she looked around. “They might have a pet.”
“A pet that’s slamming things in the kitchen?”
“A cat could be in it,” she said, clearly not believing her own comment.
Glancing over at the kitchen, Taub looked back at the front door before giving in to the obvious. “We have to go check it out.”
“Agreed,” she said with a nod.
Straightening up, she seemed to mentally prepare herself for whatever was in the kitchen and Taub followed along, keeping close to her as he went over what it could be. A cat was nothing more than wishful thinking, that much was clear as they crept closer, but Taub couldn’t help but stay alone the lines of a pet. It was better than thinking that they had broken into a robbery, despite how ironic that would be.
Glancing at each other once more on the threshold of the kitchen, they nodded to each other before quickly going into the room and stilling when they saw the man with the security hat staring out the window.
“So you did break in,” the man stated.
Flustered, Taub said, “We’re friends of the family. Getting stuff to bring to the hospital for him.”
“And let me guess, she’s your daughter?”
“Hey,” Taub and Adams said, both taking offense to the comment.
Taking off his hat, the man placed it down on the counter before turning to face them. “Don’t worry. I’m here to see you.”
“You’re that Holmes guy from the hospital,” Adams said, suddenly less threatened and far more leery of the man.
“Yes. Sherlock Holmes, detective.”
“So you work for the patient?” Taub questioned, feeling very out of the loop since Adams seemed to know the man.
Sherlock looked around the kitchen as he shook his head. “No. Looking into your boss.”
“Is he going back to jail?”
Adams jabbed him in the side for that comment, clearly not amused, though equally worried about such a fact based on the look she was giving the Englishman.
“No. It’s part of a game we’re playing.”
“Where you… Wait. How did you even know we would be here?” asked Adams.
Leaning against the counter, Sherlock sighed.
“Dr. House has a patient and is distrustful of people because they lie. So if you want information about a person, you study them. Where they live, what they do. Those things lie in a person’s home along with certain causes of disease. And I knew he’d send you because a gimp isn’t the most effective of criminal.”
“You… understand House’s mind?” Taub asked.
After all, that was far more interesting than anything the man could want to know about their boss since it hadn’t really been since Kutner that someone could figure out the man so easily, and even then it was strange.
Smiling, Sherlock nodded. “It’s a very simple thought process I follow as well.”
“Great. Another House,” he muttered before his phone went off.
Picking it up and putting it on speaker, he couldn’t help but think of the saying ‘ speak of the devil’. Of course, House’s uncanny timing was another thing that he happened to get used to.
“Sherlock there?” House asked.
Looking at them curiously, Sherlock didn’t make a sound. He just watched them to see their reaction. Which was unsettling in a way since he already had the general feeling that as part of the game they were playing that they weren’t supposed to tell.
And Adams clearly had the same feeling as she said, “Uh… No. Who’s Sherlock?”
“The tall Englishman on your right.”
“Left,” Sherlock corrected with a roll of his eyes.
“Fifty-fifty chance,” House said before getting back on topic. “Either way, he’s going to help look for information on the patient.”
“I usually get paid for this sort of thing,” Sherlock remarked, amusement pouring off him in waves.
Glancing at Adams, it was nice to see she had the same look on her face that he was pretty sure he had on his. It was bad enough to think that House was playing more games than usual with a patient at stake, but playing them with a detective seemed to be a bit more dangerous given his criminal history. Not that Sherlock seemed like the most trustworthy individual either.
“Yeah, well, it’s hard to pay a dead man and if you help me, I’ll give you the answer you’re looking for.”
Adams shook her head. “Wait, you expect us to just work with some guy that—“
“Broke into the patient’s home before you? Yeah.”
“So you know each other well then?” Taub questioned, mostly wondering when the man had developed another friend.
But there was a brief silence on the other end that seemed to be filled with House smirking to himself or Chase and Park before he finally said, “Nope. I don’t even know the guy. Now, get to work angels.”
With that he hung up, leaving Adams and him to stare at Sherlock, who seemed fairly amused with the conversation they had all just suffered through. The man didn’t seem particularly threatening, but then there was the question of why House was working with a detective of any sort again and what kind of dirt he had on the other man.
“Are you going to stand there or are you going to look for something?” Sherlock questioned before walking away to set about the reason they were all suddenly there for.
Once he was out of the room, Taub looked at Adams and asked, “What’s House up to?”
“Why would I know?”
“You’re the one that seemed to know him.”
Frowning, she shook her head a bit reluctantly. “I met him the other day at the hospital. He was looking for House. Seemed pretty beat up.”
“And he was looking for House?” Taub asked, knowing that no one short of dying went to see House.
Shrugging, she started to look around the kitchen. “Yeah. It was weird then, but they obviously… know each other in some way.”
“And he’s never going to tell us,” Taub said under his breath.
Nodding in agreement, Adams stopped for a moment to look at him. “We could always try to ask Sherlock.”
“You really think someone who thinks like House is just going to tell us?”
“They’re playing a game. Maybe he’ll give up the information to score points or something,” she offered as she moved on to the cupboard.
Thinking it over, since she did seem to have a point, Taub began looking around as well. “Maybe. Though, how are we going to get him to talk?”
“Ask?”
“Would you just ask House something?”
“No, but it’s a game. So it’s probably best to be one step ahead of them both.”
Taub only looked at her, not so sure that that was the way to get what they wanted. Of course, without a better plan of attack, so to speak, he couldn’t really knock the only idea they had. Instead, he just kept it in his mind as he searched through the patient’s home, not even speaking about anything aside from the important facts until they were almost done.
Sitting on the couch as he watched Adams help Sherlock inspect the living room again. It didn’t matter that he had told the man that they had already looked it over when he was upstairs, he was determined to do his own inspection and Adams was only too willing to help him out.
“It’s always about an accent,” he muttered to himself.
But Sherlock still looked up curiously at him as he asked, “Did you say something?”
“Uh…Yeah. How do you know House?”
“Yeah. Are you two friends or something?” Adams asked as she sat on the floor.
Going back to what he was doing, Sherlock merely shook his head. “No. He already said. We don’t even know each other really.”
“Oh come on.” With a knowing smirk, she said, “You two clearly seem to know each other well enough.”
“And? Someone has to be close to know another? You could sleep with someone and find out intimate facts about them without ever seeing them again.”
“So you’re sleeping with House?” Taub remarked sarcastically.
Except when Sherlock merely stopped what he was doing and stared at the picture on the bookcase, he couldn’t help but look at Adams with a shocked look. That was definitely something he hadn’t actually expected.
Getting to her feet, she rested a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Sherlock?”
“Huh? We can go now,” he said as he grabbed his scarf and started to put it on.
“Stop. I mean… If you’re sleeping with him, that’s fine. No one’s going to judge you.”
“Sleeping with who?”
“House?” Taub offered as he got up as well.
Scoffing, Sherlock waved his hand dismissively. “No. I’m not sleeping with him. I’m in a very committed relationship to my work. I don’t have time for those kinds of distractions.”
“Oh,” Adams said with a nod.
“Now. Can we go?”
“Wait,” Taub said, not letting the opportunity slide by so quickly. “How do you know House?”
“I met him in the hospital.”
Turning on his heel, Sherlock headed out before they had the opportunity to say anything else. Taub shook his head, deciding that he’d just wait until the news made itself known, since not much stayed secret around the hospital.
"We should get going," Taub said as he began to follow after the guy.
Following along with a small frown on her face, Adams nodded. "There's still something up here."
"Well maybe you can figure it out next time if you don't get distracted by how tall, dark and handsome he is," Taub teased her.
"So what if he's attractive?"
"And English."
"He's just like House. Just with more hair."
Snickering, Taub said, "House doesn't have curls."
"Not with it short. But Sherlock is too much like a younger version of House," Adams said as she had clearly already taken out the time to think about the man they found themselves getting help with.
"Yeah. A younger... House."
Stopping, Taub frowned before choosing not to think about it. Just the idea of their being another House in the world was bad enough without considering that the man might have kids. After all, what would they know? It wasn't as if House was the most open of guys. But catching the shocked look on Adams' face as the idea dawned on her, he knew it was definitely best not be considered or talked about.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,034
Summary: Taub and Adams find themselves doing the bidding of one obnoxious genius while working with another.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, unfortunately. Set after The Reichenbach Fall (Sherlock) and Love Is Blind (House).
It was perfectly rational that now that the patient was interesting and not dying as quickly that House would send them to break in to the patient’s home, regardless of the fact that the man was a hospital donator. After all, it wasn’t like he was putting himself on the line, Taub had always figured. Not that he wasn’t used to the process by this point, but there was a huge difference between breaking into some person’s home and breaking into the home of someone who might go to those in charge of the hospital and make a big funk over it all.
“You coming or what?” Adams asked as she got the door open.
Nodding, Taub followed along, casting aside his nervousness to do his job. Well, his job according to House since he never had to learn to break into homes before working for that man.
Inside, it looked exactly like what one would’ve expected. High end furniture, plaques on the wall alongside family photos and some sparse art pieces. Everything looked perfectly neat and orderly, a place for everything and everything in its place.
“Nice place,” he commented as h headed looked around carefully.
Adams smiled at him before glancing toward the ceiling. “I’ll take upstairs, you take down here?”
“Sure,” he said before stilling. Grabbing her arm, he frowned. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That. There was a noise. Did you hear it?”
At first she looked at him as though he was insane. Her mouth poised to make some sort of comment about his behavior before there was the sound again and she stilled, face paling a bit in the process.
Swallowing, she looked around. “They might have a pet.”
“A pet that’s slamming things in the kitchen?”
“A cat could be in it,” she said, clearly not believing her own comment.
Glancing over at the kitchen, Taub looked back at the front door before giving in to the obvious. “We have to go check it out.”
“Agreed,” she said with a nod.
Straightening up, she seemed to mentally prepare herself for whatever was in the kitchen and Taub followed along, keeping close to her as he went over what it could be. A cat was nothing more than wishful thinking, that much was clear as they crept closer, but Taub couldn’t help but stay alone the lines of a pet. It was better than thinking that they had broken into a robbery, despite how ironic that would be.
Glancing at each other once more on the threshold of the kitchen, they nodded to each other before quickly going into the room and stilling when they saw the man with the security hat staring out the window.
“So you did break in,” the man stated.
Flustered, Taub said, “We’re friends of the family. Getting stuff to bring to the hospital for him.”
“And let me guess, she’s your daughter?”
“Hey,” Taub and Adams said, both taking offense to the comment.
Taking off his hat, the man placed it down on the counter before turning to face them. “Don’t worry. I’m here to see you.”
“You’re that Holmes guy from the hospital,” Adams said, suddenly less threatened and far more leery of the man.
“Yes. Sherlock Holmes, detective.”
“So you work for the patient?” Taub questioned, feeling very out of the loop since Adams seemed to know the man.
Sherlock looked around the kitchen as he shook his head. “No. Looking into your boss.”
“Is he going back to jail?”
Adams jabbed him in the side for that comment, clearly not amused, though equally worried about such a fact based on the look she was giving the Englishman.
“No. It’s part of a game we’re playing.”
“Where you… Wait. How did you even know we would be here?” asked Adams.
Leaning against the counter, Sherlock sighed.
“Dr. House has a patient and is distrustful of people because they lie. So if you want information about a person, you study them. Where they live, what they do. Those things lie in a person’s home along with certain causes of disease. And I knew he’d send you because a gimp isn’t the most effective of criminal.”
“You… understand House’s mind?” Taub asked.
After all, that was far more interesting than anything the man could want to know about their boss since it hadn’t really been since Kutner that someone could figure out the man so easily, and even then it was strange.
Smiling, Sherlock nodded. “It’s a very simple thought process I follow as well.”
“Great. Another House,” he muttered before his phone went off.
Picking it up and putting it on speaker, he couldn’t help but think of the saying ‘ speak of the devil’. Of course, House’s uncanny timing was another thing that he happened to get used to.
“Sherlock there?” House asked.
Looking at them curiously, Sherlock didn’t make a sound. He just watched them to see their reaction. Which was unsettling in a way since he already had the general feeling that as part of the game they were playing that they weren’t supposed to tell.
And Adams clearly had the same feeling as she said, “Uh… No. Who’s Sherlock?”
“The tall Englishman on your right.”
“Left,” Sherlock corrected with a roll of his eyes.
“Fifty-fifty chance,” House said before getting back on topic. “Either way, he’s going to help look for information on the patient.”
“I usually get paid for this sort of thing,” Sherlock remarked, amusement pouring off him in waves.
Glancing at Adams, it was nice to see she had the same look on her face that he was pretty sure he had on his. It was bad enough to think that House was playing more games than usual with a patient at stake, but playing them with a detective seemed to be a bit more dangerous given his criminal history. Not that Sherlock seemed like the most trustworthy individual either.
“Yeah, well, it’s hard to pay a dead man and if you help me, I’ll give you the answer you’re looking for.”
Adams shook her head. “Wait, you expect us to just work with some guy that—“
“Broke into the patient’s home before you? Yeah.”
“So you know each other well then?” Taub questioned, mostly wondering when the man had developed another friend.
But there was a brief silence on the other end that seemed to be filled with House smirking to himself or Chase and Park before he finally said, “Nope. I don’t even know the guy. Now, get to work angels.”
With that he hung up, leaving Adams and him to stare at Sherlock, who seemed fairly amused with the conversation they had all just suffered through. The man didn’t seem particularly threatening, but then there was the question of why House was working with a detective of any sort again and what kind of dirt he had on the other man.
“Are you going to stand there or are you going to look for something?” Sherlock questioned before walking away to set about the reason they were all suddenly there for.
Once he was out of the room, Taub looked at Adams and asked, “What’s House up to?”
“Why would I know?”
“You’re the one that seemed to know him.”
Frowning, she shook her head a bit reluctantly. “I met him the other day at the hospital. He was looking for House. Seemed pretty beat up.”
“And he was looking for House?” Taub asked, knowing that no one short of dying went to see House.
Shrugging, she started to look around the kitchen. “Yeah. It was weird then, but they obviously… know each other in some way.”
“And he’s never going to tell us,” Taub said under his breath.
Nodding in agreement, Adams stopped for a moment to look at him. “We could always try to ask Sherlock.”
“You really think someone who thinks like House is just going to tell us?”
“They’re playing a game. Maybe he’ll give up the information to score points or something,” she offered as she moved on to the cupboard.
Thinking it over, since she did seem to have a point, Taub began looking around as well. “Maybe. Though, how are we going to get him to talk?”
“Ask?”
“Would you just ask House something?”
“No, but it’s a game. So it’s probably best to be one step ahead of them both.”
Taub only looked at her, not so sure that that was the way to get what they wanted. Of course, without a better plan of attack, so to speak, he couldn’t really knock the only idea they had. Instead, he just kept it in his mind as he searched through the patient’s home, not even speaking about anything aside from the important facts until they were almost done.
Sitting on the couch as he watched Adams help Sherlock inspect the living room again. It didn’t matter that he had told the man that they had already looked it over when he was upstairs, he was determined to do his own inspection and Adams was only too willing to help him out.
“It’s always about an accent,” he muttered to himself.
But Sherlock still looked up curiously at him as he asked, “Did you say something?”
“Uh…Yeah. How do you know House?”
“Yeah. Are you two friends or something?” Adams asked as she sat on the floor.
Going back to what he was doing, Sherlock merely shook his head. “No. He already said. We don’t even know each other really.”
“Oh come on.” With a knowing smirk, she said, “You two clearly seem to know each other well enough.”
“And? Someone has to be close to know another? You could sleep with someone and find out intimate facts about them without ever seeing them again.”
“So you’re sleeping with House?” Taub remarked sarcastically.
Except when Sherlock merely stopped what he was doing and stared at the picture on the bookcase, he couldn’t help but look at Adams with a shocked look. That was definitely something he hadn’t actually expected.
Getting to her feet, she rested a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Sherlock?”
“Huh? We can go now,” he said as he grabbed his scarf and started to put it on.
“Stop. I mean… If you’re sleeping with him, that’s fine. No one’s going to judge you.”
“Sleeping with who?”
“House?” Taub offered as he got up as well.
Scoffing, Sherlock waved his hand dismissively. “No. I’m not sleeping with him. I’m in a very committed relationship to my work. I don’t have time for those kinds of distractions.”
“Oh,” Adams said with a nod.
“Now. Can we go?”
“Wait,” Taub said, not letting the opportunity slide by so quickly. “How do you know House?”
“I met him in the hospital.”
Turning on his heel, Sherlock headed out before they had the opportunity to say anything else. Taub shook his head, deciding that he’d just wait until the news made itself known, since not much stayed secret around the hospital.
"We should get going," Taub said as he began to follow after the guy.
Following along with a small frown on her face, Adams nodded. "There's still something up here."
"Well maybe you can figure it out next time if you don't get distracted by how tall, dark and handsome he is," Taub teased her.
"So what if he's attractive?"
"And English."
"He's just like House. Just with more hair."
Snickering, Taub said, "House doesn't have curls."
"Not with it short. But Sherlock is too much like a younger version of House," Adams said as she had clearly already taken out the time to think about the man they found themselves getting help with.
"Yeah. A younger... House."
Stopping, Taub frowned before choosing not to think about it. Just the idea of their being another House in the world was bad enough without considering that the man might have kids. After all, what would they know? It wasn't as if House was the most open of guys. But catching the shocked look on Adams' face as the idea dawned on her, he knew it was definitely best not be considered or talked about.
