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Closet Case
Chapter 2
Why You Always Check the Door Before You Let it Close.
"Where the hell is House?"
The trio of ducklings looked up from their spots at the table. "He should have been in the clinic two hours ago!"
Cameron was the first to offer an answer. "House hasn't been here all morning. Did he even come into work today? Did you try his cell phone?"
Her questions were answered with a look from Cuddy that, if House were to define it, said bitch please. Chase took this pause to jump in with an answer of his own.
"House is here. He was early actually. Said something about getting Wilson to come out of the closet."
The other three gave him a what the hell look and Chase put up his hands defensively. "His words, not mine!"
Cuddy sighed. "So he must be distracting Wilson, preventing yet another doctor from doing his work."
"Maybe they're off somewhere admitting their feelings for each other that they've kept secret from each other for as long as they can remember."
Chase, Cameron, and Cuddy looked wildly at Foreman.
"It was sarcasm!"
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "I'm going to go see if Wilson's in his office."
She then turned on her heels and went out the glass door, clicking her way down the hall to Wilson's office. Quickly she gave the door a rap. "Dr. Wilson?" A pause, followed by another rap of the door. "Dr. Wilson?"
Cuddy tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. "Dr. Wilson have- Oh god damn it." Cuddy swore into the empty room.
"Where the hell have you dragged him to now, House?!"
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(Two Hours Earlier)
"House, why the hell did you drag me into a supply closet?!"
House gave Wilson a look as if he should already know the answer. "Better lighting. That and have you seen the stuff they keep in here?!" House said as he picked up a bottle of cleaner and read from it. "Cleans up blood, urine, semen, and other bodily fluids. How could you not want to be in a room full of this kind of stuff?!"
Wilson looked at House, trying hard not to just leap forward and take his cane from him to beat him with. "What-what- what the hell are you on?! Are you high?!" Wilson moved his hands about him in a wild manner.
House tapped his cane on the ground in though as he tilted his head to the side. "Nooot yet. But hey I'm sure we could change that," House held up yet another bottle, "You think a swig of this'd do it? You go first though. If you die in a room with me most people will think 'Well hey, we saw that coming." But if I die in a room with you-oh wait they'd say the same thing," House shrugged. "Either way, you go first."
Wilson just stared at his friend, not that Wilson was thinking of such nice words to describe the man in front of him right now. "House, I don't have time for this. I've got appointments, paperwork, and clinic duty. I'm going." With that Wilson turned around, taking hold of the doorknob in his hand and gave it a turn.
Wilson furrowed his brow and looked down at where his hand had a hold of the doorknob. He gave it another turn in the opposite direction. As realization dawned on him his eyes opened wide. "House..." Wilson called out in a drawn out manner.
"Yes dearest Jimmy?" House said in a too sweet tone.
"Do you know how to open this door?" Wilson kept his voice in a worried tone as he asked.
House pushed Wilson aside from the door and tried to open it himself. "Hmm, well what do you know...it only opens from the outside."
"WE'RE LOCKED IN HERE?!"
"Ooops, my bad."
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