Monday afternoon, Wilson's office, House storms through the balcony door - needless to say - without knocking:

"Hey, Wilson!" A well known voice came from out of nowhere, interrupting his paperwork for the third time today. He sighed and put down his pen.

"I've made some interesting observations..."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Well Sherlock, what happened? Did you just realize that the planets rotate around the sun and not around you?"

"No, I just congratulated myself for hiring Thirteen, it's so much fun to watch her courtship behaviour" House said with a bright smile.

"Congratulations from me too. Could you please let me work now?" Wilson sighed.

"Where would be the fun in that?" House's eyes flickered. "She's in love – with another girl." House paused to flash Wilson a kicked puppy look. "I asked her who it was, but she wouldn't tell me."

Wilson rolled his eyes again. "How surprising. And as I know you're a diagnostician, and you love interfering into everybody's love life - what's your plan to find out?"

"Don't know yet... She's writing text-messages the whole day and grins like a cat that ate the canary while doing it. And then she sneaks out and chirps into her cell, so it can't be anyone working at the hospital. "

"Impressive, you managed to exclude 1500 people. Only a few million possible love-interests left. By the way - how do you know it's a girl? I thought she was bisexual."

House explained in a theatrical manner, "Nooo, she has to be a lesbian. She didn't try to jump me like Cameron or Cuddy did."

Wilson sighed. "Neither did I. You obviously have the biggest ego known to man."

House interrupted, grinning mischievously, "You're not looking forward to hot girl-on-girl-action in the hospital's exam rooms? Are you gay?"

"Yes," Wilson batted his eyelashes "I'd love to jump you right now, but I have work to do. Could you please leave me alone now? Steal her cell, break open her locker, do the usual stuff."

"I have to say, those are some really good ideas, killjoy. And no, no time for a naughty office quickie." House almost jumped the balcony divider and disappeared into his office.

Wilson wondered what methods House would use this time to find out what Thirteen surely didn't want him to find out and prepared himself for the first complaint from House's latest underling.