Wilson barely looked up as his office door flew open.
"Ah ha! I knew you'd be hiding in here. Pay up!" House charged through the door with a triumphant look on his face.
Wilson sighed. "House, if this is about the nurse in radiology, yes, she is attractive but no, I am not sleeping with her."
House moved around to the other side of the desk. "I'm not talking about that you idiot. I'm talking about this". He threw the file he was holding down on the desk.
"But as for Mandy," he leered, "based on the way she's lost all her seasonal cheer I had assumed you'd already had that conversation. Pity. She seems just your type."
Wilson rolled his eyes and cut his friend off before he had a chance to elaborate. "OK, what am I looking at here?"
"That there's a patient file Jimmy. We doctor folk to use them to record information about the people what we're trying not to kill."
"Yes," Wilson lifted the file, "and why am I interested in this one?"
He studied the contents again. 26 year old male, admitted with chest pain after falling from a tree. "He broke his ribs…So what?"
"So…check out the name," House demanded.
"James Partridge" Wilson read the name aloud and automatically began to scan his mind for any significance. "I don't get it. Is this guy sleeping with her?"
House's eyes flashed as he grabbed back the file. "Stupidest Christmas related injury by far. Easily tops your guy overheating in his Santa suit."
The pieces started to click into place for Wilson. "Where did he find the pear tree?"
"He didn't. It was an oak." House shook his head as he turned toward the door. "Better be getting my money ready."
Wilson laughed as he raised his hands in submission. "OK I admit. That's pretty good." "But I've still got to the end of the week right? I'll find something to blow your mind."
House was already halfway through the door. "Save it for Mandy!" he called over his shoulder.