Dr. James Wilson – Head of Oncology read the door. Inside Wilson sat at his desk. He lifted his head once he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in." He said, and tried to smile.
Cuddy walked in.
"Is everything okay?" She asked, seeing through his phony smile.
"Yes, it's just. It's nothing, okay?"
"No, not okay. I can't have my Head of Oncology dragging his head around the hospital. Wilson, you of all people should know it's better to talk about it."
"Look, Cuddy, I know. But, not now okay? Later, maybe."
"Okay, anyways, I didn't come here to lecture you. Someone called to set up a lunch with you. So I set it up for one pm tomorrow."
"Okay. Thanks Cuddy."
"You welcome Wilson."
Cuddy slipped out of Wilson's office quietly and left him to deal with what needed to be dealt with.
***
Meanwhile, House had made his way back up to his office. Sitting at his desk, he picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd gotten from Cuddy's office.
"Hello? Yes, I'm Doctor Greg House calling from Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Are you Jack?"
House listen to the voice on the other end as it responded. Jack had agreed to meet him at two the next day. He was having a luncheon around that time in this part of town so it was really to trouble at all.
***
The next day, Wilson sat at his desk, still moping. It was twelve thirty and he had to get ready for his mystery lunch. Standing up, he walked down to the hospital café and had a seat. Soon after, a young man walked in. He walked over and sat across the table from Wilson.
"Dr. Wilson?" The young man asked.
"Yes, and you are?" Wilson replied.
Any guesses as to who it is??