"Quick close the door." Came a voice from inside the room in darkness.

Wilson quickly closed the door behind him, took two, or maybe three, steps into the room before promptly bashing his knee against a stray chair, which caused him to let a string of curses fly loose. After the pain subsided he allowed his eyes to grow used to the dark and navigated around several chairs and tables before arriving at the glow and muffled sound of where House was situated.

"You can't spend the rest of the day like this." Wilson gestured at Houses' hunched form.

"I can." was the reply.

"What about Cuddy?"

"What about Cuddy."

"She's on the prowl."

"What did you tell her?"

"I didn't say a word."

"Liar."

Wilson chose to ignore this and pulled a chair up to sit down.

"What game are you playing this time?" He referred to the handhold games console House clutched in his fingers and, temporarily, held his attention.

"It's a Nintendo DS." He replied.

"I can see that, I asked which game are you playing?"

"Nintendogs." Wilson nearly fell off his chair.

"Why?"

"Because, unlike you, this dog actually listens to what I tell him to do."

"When did I not listen to you?"

"You told on me."

"I never!" Was the indignant reply, and just at that moment as luck would have it, Cuddy appeared outside the door, she knocked twice before entering and switching the light on. Both men visibly paled from the light. House saved his game, switched it off and stood up,

"At least she knocks first." He commented before turning around on his good leg and addressing Cuddy,

"And what brings you to my," House glanced around his office, "Humble abode." Fixing an angry glare on her face Cuddy replied,

"The lack of progress your team seems to be having lately. Does it have something to do with your feeble attempts to bypass life through video games?"

"Possibly. What's your point?" Wilson watched the ­­­­battle of words (and wit) with interest and Cuddy sighed,

"My point is that I'm not paying to sit on your ass and play your game boy all day!" In his defence House said,

"It's not a game boy it's a Nintendo DS." He decided to let the ass comment drop and use it as ammo for future House/Cuddy handbags at dawn meeting.

"My point still stands." And with that Cuddy lunged for the DS and successfully grabbed it.

"Hey, give that back!" House grabbed his cane and started poking Cuddy with it. Of which she ignored this and backed away, the precious DS in her grasp.

"Tell you what House, you finish this case, and you'll get your game back." And with that she left the room leaving House to contemplate the future of his dog. Wilson stood up,

"What you gunna do?"

"Work."

He got his game back within the day.

My first House fic. I love the show. Please comment!