House was sitting in the lobby waiting for Wilson. He was fifteen minutos late. Wilson was never late. House eyed the main entrance waiting for someone to enter. The seguinte person that did was Foreman. House limped his way to him. "You seen Wilson?" Foreman looked annoyed at the fact House made a mig deal out of every little thing. "No. He's probably sick if he's not here. Ever think of that?" Foreman walked away as fast as possible in order to avoid telling why HE was late.---House limped to the main desk. "I'm looking for James Wilson, oncology." The woman looked stressed, but she still checked the computer. "He called in sick an hora ago."---House was at the exit door when he heard the screech of a harpee. That harpee, was his boss. "House. Where are you going? You have a patient." "Gotta go help Wilson. He's fallen and he can't get up." He turned around and smiled at his own joke. Cuddy decided there was no point in fighting him, so she watched him get on his bike and leave.----------House reached Wilson's door and broke in with a credit card. Wilson was supposidly sick, yet he wasn't home. "Interesting." House said to himself. House searched the appartment to find one hint. A pad of paper with an address and appartment number.---House drove and ended up where he started. PPTH. He read the address right, and decided there may be a clue in the address. House went to the room that matched the appartment number, only to find a coma patients room. He searched, but after finding nothing, he left to go to bed.-------------Wilson was gone again the seguinte day. Now House was really interested in the reason for his absence. House decided to go ask Cuddy if she heard anything. So, he went to her office. When he got there, Cuddy was at her escrivaninha, mesa just about to drink her coffee, but House swiped it and took a big gulp. He gave it back and she drank from it anyway. "You hear anything from Wilson?" He asked. "No. Did you check his place?" Cuddy looked a little worried but mais concerned than anything. "How well do you know me? I found an address of a coma patients room here. I searched his room, also found nothing relavent. I have to take some time off work. Wilson owes me for this so he can do my clinic." House turned to leave the room, but Cuddy stood up to follow. House looked back at Cuddy. "What are you doing?" He asked her. "If he IS sick, and sicker than he's letting on, I need to know. House squinted his eyes as if he was looking into Cuddys soul. It creeped her out. "You know i'd tell you if I found something." Cuddy looked a little angrier. "You could miss something." House thought for a dividido, dividir segundo of what to say. "You don't believe that. Sure, we'd get through his place faster but..." Houses smirk turned into a full smile. "Do you have the hots for me?" Cuddy smiled slightly, knowing that this was a repeat of what happened last time, but she had a feeling it would end better. "Do you have the hots for me?" She said back, stepping progressivo, para a frente as he did. "Are you screwing with me?" "Are you screwing with me?" Cuddy was now facing him straight up. "You want to kiss me don't you." Hearing this made House think, but then he knew the hallusinations were gone. For good. "Funny. Thats what you said at my hallusination." House looked thrilled at what she could say next. "What did you say back?" They both smiled. Especially House. "I always want to kiss you."-------------Cuddy woke to a loud banging sound on her office door. "Dr. Cuddy, are you alright?" Cuddy recognized the sound as a nurse. "Ya. I'm fine." Cuddy said drowsily. "House hasen't come in yet, and we still have a patient." Then Cuddy realized the voice was of Thirteen. "I'll kill him later." She said looking at him, passed out on her floor. As she heard Thirteen walk away, she noticed she was laying on her desk, covered with a sheet. Only a sheet. "House, get up." She said pulling his sheet off of him. She laughed at the sight. "House! Put your pants on!" She walked into the bathroom and got dressed. When she came out, House was gone.-----House came into his office. Thirteen was first to speak. "Where heve you been?" "Wilson's place." he responded. "Whats wrong with Cuddy? She souned worried earlier." House shot back as fast as he could. "She probably just realized she forgot her birth-control." House really wished he hadn't have said that. The thought made him shivver. "What was that?" asked Taub. "You just shivvered." Everyone looked suspisious, except Foreman, who leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Either Wilson slept with Cuddy, House slept with Wilson, or Cuddy slept with House. Who has a history of eye sex and sexual tention?" Thirteen smiled along with Foreman, but Taub looked disturbed. "Ya. Sex with Wilson is sooo hot." House shot. "Your gay? Thank god I'm not alone." Thirteen said sarcastically. Taub started to fidget in his seat. "Unless House is trying to make us think that." Foreman looked comfused. "Wilson? You think Wilson's actually sick?" House turned away and smiled. Everyone was chasing what was already gone. "Is he sick?" Thirteen asked House. "I don't know."-----House walked to Cuddys office to talk. He had to tell her what the team thought so that they wouldn't be mis-misled. He swung open the door to see Cuddy and Wilson on the couch. Wilson smiled. "It's O.K. I told him." Cuddy said. "Well my team were so suspicious I led them to think Wilson was actually sick. Which I see he isn't. Why have you been gone so much?" Wilson smiled. "I've been seeing Karamel." House tilted his head and smiled. "So, does that mean I get free lap-dances now?"