Sorry it took so long. I had difficulty righting the board review scene. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. As always pleaxe comment. =).

“Did you give her the names of those psychiatrists I recommended,” Sarah asked when Wilson walked into her office.
“Yes, disguised as patients I want to admit into a drug trial.”
“Nice job.”
“You think she’ll go for it?”
“No, but she’ll at least look at them if she thinks they’re something else. She’ll pick up on the hint, not that I haven’t told her explicitly, but if you’re annoying enough she’ll pay attention.”
Meanwhile House pulled into the police station and shut off the car wondering what the hell he was doing. He did not care about Lisa Cuddy. If that were true then why was he at the freaking police station about to involve himself even further in what was probably going to be the end of Cuddy and Sarah. This is stupid, he thought as he opened the car door and began walking to the police station. Yet as stupid as he was trying to believe this was he didn’t once consider turning back. This isn’t rational, he thought angrily. Without preamble he barged into Tritters’ office.
“Dr. House, always a pleasure,” Tritter said sarcastically.
“Cut the crap. We both know why I’m here.”
“To defend your girlfriend.”
“Cuddy is not my girlfriend you idiot I just don’t think you should be able to pin her down and have your way with her anytime you please.”
“The girl’s a whore, you know she wants it.”
“Did you get that from her screaming and trying to get away from you? Let me make things clear for you. If you don’t leave her alone I will take the liberty of killing you and I will make it as painful for you as possible. You have had your fun with her now let her get on with her life.”
“I can’t do that and if you try to stop me, I’ll destroy you just like I will her and Sarah.”
“Really? Cause my money’s on Sarah destroying you and I’m pretty sure once Cuddy gets over the initial shock of this you’ll regret fucking with her as well. Neither of the three of us are going to go down without a fight. Leave her alone, this is your final warning.”
“Dr. Cuddy, I was hoping that your first review would be a good one,” The head of the Board of Health started.
Sure you were, Cuddy thought.
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be,” she said placidly, “The hospital is making more money now than it ever was. Our mortality rates are the lowest in all of New Jersey. The budget report is done. The checkbook is balanced to the penny. Patient satisfaction is at an all time high. None of those seem like problems to me.”
“And yet you still find time to involve yourself in situations worthy of the Soap Network. You have performed the mechanics of the job in an exemplary manner that frankly, none of us expected __”
“Since I haven’t run the place into the ground like you all assumed I would, what is the problem,” Cuddy asked unnervingly calm.
She knew very well what the problem was. She leaned forward in her chair and stared the head of the board down, looking him directly in the eye. Fear pulsed through her with every beat of her racing hear. She wanted to look away more than anything, but that’s what they were expecting, her to just roll over and take what they dished out.
He’s not going to do anything to you. He’s not Tritter, she recited over and over in her mind.
You also though Tritter wouldn’t do anything to you,” part of her argued.
Subconsciously she turned her head slightly not breaking eye contact as if she thought he was going to slap her.
“What is your involvement with detective Michael Tritter,” the director asked.
If the girl really though she could single-handedly under-mine the entire Board of Health and more importantly, him, he was going to have to strike hard below the belt. If she had just kept her mouth shut he would have gone easy on her.
“Non-existent,” Cuddy dead-panned.
“Really, cause I’ve got a court-transcript here that says otherwise.”
The head of the board waited, watching her reaction, waiting for her to back down. Little did he know that Cuddy never backed down, no matter how hard it was for her not to. She stared at him with the same confident, platonic expression she had maintained throughout the meeting. She opened her mouth to reply, to say that the judicial system was not infallible, to say that just because the court-records said something did not mean it was true, but then Tritter’s voice interrupted her.
“Breathe a word of this to anyone and your friends will die.”
But she couldn’t just surrender the hospital she had worked so hard for. The picture of Sarah with the word “decease” stamped over it floated into her mind. Then she thought of House and Wilson. There had to be some way she could keep both, but she knew the choice she had to make, the choice that would leave one final solution if the consequences she foresaw took place.