Closet Case

Closet Case
By: JazzyCriminologist

Rated: M, NC-17, R, what ever you want to call it, for the swearing and suggestions in the beginning, and for when the heat turns up later on.

Summary: House drags Wilson into a storage room in PPTH to get the dirt from Wilson's date last night and gets the two of them locked in, leaving the ducklings to work on a case alone and Cuddy to try to hunt her two missing department heads down.

Characters/Parings: All characters will tip their hats, but it is very House/Wilson focused.

Author Notes: Normally I pre plan my fics out and take my time writing them. This one I'm just gonna lay it all out for you all. This is also my first one here on the boards (originally on HBMD)

Enjoy the first Chapter of Closet Case! (Later to be referred to as CC)

Oh and yeah…as we all know I don't own House. Or am I secretly David Shore?! No..I'm not. DAMN! .

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Closet Case
Chapter 1
Why You Should Never Follow a Grinning House.

"You're avoiding me."

Wilson sighed and looked up from his desk where he had paperwork scattered about. "So what if I am?"

House limped his way in, standing in front of Wilson's desk, lifting up a file a random and glancing at it. "I doubt it's this keeping you from me." House threw the file back onto the desk. "I bet it's because you don't want to tell me about your date last night."

"House..." Wilson started in a warning tone.

"I'm hurt Jimmy. I though we were BFFs and all that jazzy middle school girl stuff."

"Sorry to inform you House but I am not a middle school girl. You I'm not so sure about." Wilson kept at trying to work on his files, but House was good at preventing this.

"You can't be enjoying all of that."

"You mean doing my job so I don't have to stay up late to do it while you rant about how you'd just make your lackeys do it? Oh yeah, totally hate it. That's why I do it everyday."

"Minus the days I bother you." Wilson sighed and threw down the file, officially giving up. House was grinning when Wilson finally looked up at House. Wilson did not like that look.
"Why are you looking so smug?"

House's smug grin was replaced by a false look of confusion. "You make that sound like it's a bad thing..."

Wilson sighed and rubbed at his forehead. "Because it usually is."

"Ok true, but this time isn't not. I want to show you something!" House's grin returned and Wilson let out a groan.

"Now House?" Wilson complained, but was already out of his chair.

"Yup. Follow the cripple brick road!" House said as he lifted his cane out in front of him as he walked out of Wilson's office.

"Only you would want your own road House!" Wilson called after House as he shut the door to his office. He quickly caught up with House who'd finally decided to use his cane more properly. "So where the hell are we going?"

"Don't make me turn this hallway around James!"

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Why can I never get an honest answer out of you?"

House glanced over at Wilson, "Why won't you tell me about your date?"

Touché.

A few more feet down the hallway an open door appeared along the right side. Wilson looked at it in interest because it's not like people just keep open doors in a hallway of a hospital. "Here we are." House was now leading Wilson right into that same doorway.

"House were the hell are we-" House cut him off as he used his cane to usher Wilson in.

"Just hold onto your horses, or lack there of, and get in." Wilson sighed and let himself get pushed in. He jumped a bit when House quickly followed behind him and closed the door.

"Ok, now, where the hell are we?!" House laughed and Wilson took note that House must be standing close to him because he could feel the laugh. He heard a shuffling sound then a click as House turned on the light.

Wilson took in a breath of air then belted out, "House, why the hell did you drag me into a supply closet?!"

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