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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 24, 2009 21:45:19 GMT -7
"Give it a rest, House," he said, more playfully than harshly, "You don't need to know every little dirty secret of the people on your team."
And, out of the clear blue sky, Wilson's pager went off a moment later. He looked down and saw that it was an emergency he needed to attend to immediately. Looking back up at House, he said, "Duty calls." He got up from the couch and took one more glance at House. "I'm glad we talked...friend," he said, smiling.
He exited his office...leaving House to snoop around to his heart's desire.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 25, 2009 16:17:18 GMT -7
House watched his friend leave and smirked to himself. He drew himself to his feet and took a moment to look around. He felt oddly lighter than usual. He didn't want to think about why. He paced over to the desk, realizing that Wilson had steadily worked through the whole stack, leaving only two or three reports left to fill out and review. He shook his head, Wilson worked too hard.
He eased himself in the chair and spun around for a minute. He put his cane down, stopping his spinning movement, and started opening drawers. He didn't touch anything, only looked. Office supplies in one drawer, paperclips, pens, white out. Remnants of an old sandwich House had stuck in a bottom drawer and promptly forgotten. It seemed Wilson hadn't taken much notice of it either, though someday soon the colony would achieve sentience and possibly try to dominate the world. House shrugged and closed the drawer, shifting his cane to his other hand and opening another drawer. His breath caught as his gaze alighted on a photo frame containing the image of... her.
Sitting there thoughtfully for a while, staring at the image, House finally closed the drawer and cursed his mischievous ways that compelled him to snoop. He picked up a pen and doodled a crude picture of two stick figures in the throes of passion on one of Wilson's reports he had yet to fill out. Then he pulled a latex glove from his pocket and blew it up like a balloon. Tying it off, he pulled open the drawer that held the photo and taped the balloon to the back. Half closing the drawer, he taped a needle to the top part of the drawer frame and closed the drawer.
Smirking, House stepped out of the office and headed back to his own. It was getting close to that time when he should leave to avoid Cuddy and her valiant yet ineffectual crusade of forcing him to do clinic duty.
Heh.
He thought "duty."
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