Note: I'm sorry I stopped updating, between school (and all the papers I seem to have gotten at once) and outside activities I haven't really had any time to do much of anything, never mind without the new episode of House I'm forgetting what has actually happened in season four. I will try to update more regularly. Since the semester is drawing to an end, it should start to get easier. After re-reading the story so far, I am not sure I like where it is going, and am not sure I will continue writing it…I will have to see how this chapter goes and if I still like it when I wake up tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I only wish I owned House, so don't sue me.

"You think we should do what?" Chase was dumbfounded as to why he should want to go out to dinner with the people who worked for his ex boss. The ex boss who had fired him. He continued walking towards the elevator; he had a department meeting he had to get to, Dr. So-and-so was having a baby and the rest of the staff used the disguise of a staff meeting as a way of throwing her a surprise baby shower and it wouldn't look so good if he got there after she did.

"Chase. Its only one dinner. Besides, I'm thinking I might be a little too drunk to drive home to my house." Cameron knew that if there was one way to convince Chase to go with her, it was the hint of sex after dinner.

Chase knew it was an offer he couldn't refuse. After all, once you drink enough, it doesn't really matter who you're with.

"Fine, I'll go. Just don't expect me to take part in the conversation. And we're leaving before dessert. I gotta go." Chase couldn't believe he was actually doing this. It sounded like the worst idea he had ever heard of. And there was no way House wasn't going to find out about this since he can figure out who all of the hospital staff is sleeping with.

"Patient presents with uncharacteristic behavior: sudden e-mailing to the boss's previous employees, whispering in the hallways about dinner plans…" House knew he had this one nailed. And he wanted in. As far as he was concerned, there was no better way to spend his night than ruining six people's nights.

"You interrupted me from telling a woman was dying to tell me that Thirteen is dragging Kutner and Taub out to dinner with Cameron, Chase, and Foreman out to dinner?" Wilson wasn't really telling his patient she was dying, but that was besides the point. He was in his office with a patient, that should have been enough. "And I take it that means you want me to go with you and pretend we didn't know they were going out to dinner so you can satisfy some strange urge to not let any of your minions, past or present out of sight?"

"You forgot the future minions. But yes, that's exactly what I plan to do. You can pick me up at my house at 6:00; we have reservations for 7 at Bensi's in Whitehouse Station." This was going to be good. Real good. Almost good enough to make House excited.

"I don't even know how to get to Whitehouse Station." Wilson has to hand it to Thirteen, at least she tried to go somewhere far enough away that even if House found out he wouldn't want to go. Apparently an hour away wasn't good enough. And where was Whitehouse Station, anyway…Wilson had a vague recollection of taking 202 North past Flemington, but he was lost after that.

"I'll navigate. Now get back to that dying lady."