The shades were all drawn inside the boardroom where House sat alone. His feet were crossed at the ankle and his forehead was pressed flat against the table. When the door opened House didn't move to see Wilson observing him, hand still pressed against the knob of the door and eyebrow slightly raised in amusement.

Wilson continued to wait a few more seconds in silence expecting House to look up and face him with a smirk and snarky remark. None came though, House continued to breathe slowly in and out with his hands clenched on the tabletop. Wilson saw House's cane strewn recklessly on the floor and unable to resist picked it up and jabbed House in the side with it. That got his attention.

"Jesus Christ! Wilson, assaulting a cripple with his own walking aid? What's next, stealing candy from babies or pushing old ladies in front of cars?" He said as he grabbed his cane away from Wilson. "Don't you have some sort of sick patient to cure, or better yet a wife to cheat on?" Wilson just continued to silently stare at House. "What? What the hell do you want?"

"You look miserable. Well you always look miserable-"

"Thanks BFF." House muttered under his breath.

Wilson continued as if he had not heard him, "but you look more miserable today. This is like a whole new level of miserable. In fact, I haven't seen you look this miserable since you injected yourself to cause that migraine."

"Now I'm wondering why I even injected myself when I have you." House said rubbing his fingertips in circles on his temples in mock agony. He stood up and stretched his leg gingerly, walking his way over to the coffee. He grabbed out a pill and swallowed it down with the bitter tasting liquid. "Disgusting, why did I ever let Chase touch the coffee pot?" He asked eyes directed heavenwards.

"I'm just going to pretend those are tic-tacs." Wilson said shaking his head, "Now I know this cannot be medical. You love a good medical brainteaser. Hell, it's like foreplay to you." Wilson chuckled at his own joke and stopped suddenly, raising his eyes to House's. "That's it."

"I don't care how pretty you are Wilson, you wouldn't put a smile on my face."

Wilson caught himself before he sputtered and raised a hand to his well groomed hair. He continued to pace and smiled brightly, "You, my friend, have it bad." House opened his mouth to comment but Wilson just plowed on with the persistence of the the common cold. "I never thought I'd see the day, God. Who is it?"

House shuffled over to Wilson, putting his hand on Wilson white lab coat. He started pushing him towards the door, "Okay, girl talk is over. Get out. Some of us have actual work to do, lives to save."

"I just need a name. Just tell me who!" As House was pushing out Wilson poor Cameron was barreling in, eyes cast upon a folder. As she started to stumble ass-bound House immediately let go of Wilson's shoulder and grabbed onto her upper arm.

Wilson, smiling like a baboon opened his mouth. House pushed him further out the door, hand still grasping Cameron's upper arm and fixed him a glare. "If you value this pathetic thing you call a life I'd shut up."