House sat in his office, looking up at the ceiling. He'd just wrapped up his last case and such a fact sat so within him, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He tossed his oversized tennis ball up and down, catching out with ease. Sometimes, things made sense to him and solving his latest puzzle was one of them.

Most would view his satisfaction as the happiness one might experience after saving the life of another human being. House knew better than to pretend that was what he felt. House actually cared very little about the actual life of his patient, it was more the kind of feeling or would get after solving a really difficult jigsaw puzzle. House smiled to himself if not for a moment and went on tossing his ball.

House took note of the silence. It seemed like for that short period in time, the world let him have his satisfaction in peace. Of course, just as he noted such a thing, his pager buzzed. House tried to ignore it and as the few minutes of continued silence spanned on House wished the world would just leave him be. Of course, that wish was answered by the ringing of his telephone.

He grunted and snatched the receiver up, holding it to his ear he grumbled, "What?"

It was Cuddy. "House," she said. "We need to talk."

House rolled his eyes. "Did you think it was possible that I didn't answer your pages because I specifically didn't want to talk?"

"Shut up," Cuddy sighed, it was almost a reflex to tell him to shut up, but there was very little force behind it. "Come to my office in the next ten minutes or I'm coming to yours, which you won't like. Trust me, just be here."

House chuckled. "Funny thing you said." he mentioned. "See how well your plan works when the door's locked."

"House, I swear to-" he hung up.

House limped over to his office for and flipped the lock. He drew the shades shut so nobody could see through the glass walls and he went back to his desk chair. He wondered how long it would take Cuddy to get her copy of the key to his office considering he'd flushed it down the toilet nearest to Wilson's office on the oncology floor last week. He figured I'd she discovered where out had gone missing to, he could just blame it on Wilson. House let himself feel clever for a moment. He liked to challenge Cuddy just because he could.

Funny thing actually, he thought as Wilson crossed his mind, his friend had actually been mostly MIA from his regular shenanigans lately. As first, House had thought nothing of it, but now he began to wonder. Wilson had been acting strange for the past few weeks, but up until now, House had marked it up to his usual drama over some girl or another and that Wilson would soon be over it, however, now that he thought about it, House was curious.

He stood up, gripping his cane and headed for the door. He swung it open just to meet the harsh gaze of the Dean of Medicine, Lisa Cuddy.

"How's your Wednesday, House?" she said with a sly smile.

"Its a Wednesday, everything's fine." he answered in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Where were you off to?" Cuddy went on.

House studied her, almost hating himself for caring enough to go check on his friend, for it had landed him in this situation.

"Nowhere," he answered shortly.

"You're sure you weren't going to find my key. House, I know you took it."

House gave her a sideways glance. "Is that what this is about?"

Cuddy tapped her foot. "Really House, you're like a child. Where is it?"

House shrugged, "In the gutter somewhere. I dont know."

Cuddy held out her hand. House looked down at it as if it was the most foreign thing he'd ever seen.

"Give me yours, I'll need it to make a new copy." House frowned, but reluctantly handed it over. "And this is coming out of your paycheck!" Cuddy added as she walked away.

House watched her and mumbled to himself, "To hell with Wednesdays."