Title: Vices
Warnings: drug use
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Nope.
A/N: man, have I been in a depressing mood lately. At least this time nobody died.
"Even Holmes had the cocaine bottle," said House, putting the ever-present bottle of Vicodin back into his jacket pocket, and ignoring the look Wilson was giving him.
It was a loosing battle, these conversations that began with some variation on "I wish…" and ended with Wilson walking away. This time was no different. It never was. "And Holmes knew exactly what Watson thought of it," said Wilson, as a parting shot, before giving into the inevitable, and walking away, the glass door swinging shut behind him.
House watched him go, but didn't say anything. It wasn't the way things went.