House is not mine. Sob. Please don't sue. I only borrow the characters temporarily to play with their heads…
"What was that Wilson?" House bellowed loud enough for the whole foyer to pay attention to,
"You have a picture of me in your wallet?!"
Ignoring the grins that were piling up around him, Wilson just shook his head and stepped into the elevator.
"You're pathetic House"
"Sorry, was that I want to rub you real good House?!" House questioned sarcastically as the doors closed in his face.
Wilson leant back against the walls of the box. It was going to be a long day.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Sure enough there was House.
Not that the big headed diagnostician needed to know he was right all the time.