Chapter two is here. Sorry it is so short. The others will be longer. READ READ READ; REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! – but I'm pushing you or anything.

Part II

House walked over to the door of the office he knew all to well. He slowly opened it. He still couldn't hide the squeak.

"I can never get rid of you can I?" Lisa was sitting at her desk looking through files.

"I just came in to tell you I'm leaving, actually. So you are getting rid of me. And to tell you about something else too."

"Until tomorrow anyway. What else is it?"

"Just wanted to say that you may not need to punish Wilson."

"And why not?" Lisa was amused at this statement.

"Because the father of the deceased just told Wilson that they were going to sue him for everything he's got and then he well, let's say "pushed" him around a bit." House was about to walk out when Lisa stopped him – now she was interested.

"What are you saying? Is he okay?" She put the file she was looking at down and stared suspiciously at House.

" I don't know. He ran off before I could ask."

"Could you do me a favor before you leave?"

"Aw come on. . . can I go home?" House complained. Lisa stared. House put his hands up and limped out to find Wilson.

He looked in the first logical place – Wilson's office – and there he was indeed. He was sitting in his chair, holding his hand staring at nothing in particular.

"Am I interrupting private time?" House peeked in and getting no response walked in all the way. "If your dead, can I have your stereo?"

"Do I look like I'm dead Greg? I'm starting to wish I was though." He sighed.

"Oh, don't. . . look. . ." House tried to find the right words. "Is your hand okay?" he finally asked moving closer to Wilson.

"I don't know. It. . . it hurts, okay? Is that what you want to hear? 'Wilson's a baby' , 'poor Wilson can't fight for himself'. . ." he kept going. " 'poor Wilson kills children'" he began to sob, still holding onto his hurt hand. House didn't know what to do. He couldn't decide if he should stay or leave. He decided to stay.

"Well if you're going to cry about it. . ." House began but stopped himself. Maybe it wasn't the right time for sarcasm.