Author's Note: I am extremely sorry about the amount of time it's taken me to continue this story. I didn't mean to drag it out so long, and I hope to have the last chapter up relatively soon. I just have to write it first. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me for the reviews and the adds. They're really great.

Disclaimer: Season 6 of House starts on Monday, and season 5 of Bones started this past Thursday. I didn't know what was going to happen on Bones, and I don't really know what's going to happen on House. If I owned either one of them, I think I would've known that. Since I don't and didn't, I don't own either show.


"Wilson," House said by way of greeting, as he entered the oncologist's office. He smiled to himself as he saw that Wilson was eating. Getting lunch would be just too easy.

"What are you doing here, House?"

"Waiting for my patient to die and hoping to score some lunch in the process."

"Is there something that tells you when I eat, or do you just show up when I happen to be eating by coincidence?"

"I've stalking you. I know all your habits. Fortunately, that means I can eat while my patient dies."

"The FBI agent?" Wilson asked, as he made way for House to take some of his food. "Cuddy's going to kill you."

House shrugged. "We don't know what's wrong. Can't treat him if we don't know what's wrong. Means he'll die."

"Why don't you know what's wrong?"

"Usually reason, patient lies." House reached over to take a piece of Wilson's sandwich and a couple of chips.

"Ah," Wilson said. "Well, according to you, that's what makes the world tick."

And suddenly, House had it. That was the answer. It had to be. He stood, taking Wilson by surprise.

"You're leaving already? My lunch not good enough for you?"

"You were right about Cuddy being mad, so I've got to go save a life," House said, as he headed out the door.

Wilson just shook his head and kept eating his sandwich.

House walked back to the patient's room. Twice in one day, this patient should feel lucky. He rapped on the door frame again. "Wake up. I have some more questions."

The woman glared at him from her chair, but she didn't interrupt this time.

"Yeah?" Booth mumbled when he'd woken up enough to talk.

"Before you got here, did you have any headaches?"

"Some, I think. Why?"

House ignored that. "Did you have soreness in any part of your body?"

"His back hurt," the woman spoke up. House nodded slightly.

"Did you have to walk through any tall grass recently?"

"Yeah, of course. I have to walk through tall grass all the time. Part of my job."

House nodded. "Good. I know what's wrong. Someone will be around soon to start you on doxycycline and get the tick. You have Lyme disease."

He turned around to leave, but just like before, the woman came after him.

"Thank you."

He nodded at her. "You're welcome."

She went back in room, settling back in the chair. As he watched, House noted that she looked happier now. At least, they knew what was going on with their FBI agent. Time to tell the ducklings.

House walked down the hallway, grinning at the fact that they were all pouring over the man's medical files, trying to figure out what was wrong.

He burst through the door and went straight over to the whiteboard. "Who did the history?"

Foreman looked up. "I did, while those two didn't do anything."

Chase and Cameron both looked thoroughly abashed as House turned a critical eye on them. "Looks like they did something all right, just not the history. All right, what do headaches, soreness, fever, and encephalitis spell?"

"The patient didn't complain of headaches or soreness," Foreman said.

"He didn't?" House looked up from writing the symptoms on the whiteboard. "He did to me. Are you sure you interviewed the right patient?"

"You talked to a patient?" Cameron asked.

"Lyme disease," Chase said.

"That's right. Lyme disease. Someone get the man some doxycycline and remove the tick before he dies. Foreman, you do it, make up for the missing information in his history."

He turned to Chase and Cameron as Foreman, shaking his head, got up and left to do as he was told. "You two, next time, take a time out from doing stuff to make sure the history gets taken properly. Go help Foreman."

Chase and Cameron scurried out of the office too, and House smiled to himself. Not only had he solved a case, but he got to embarrass and harass his employees at the same time. Today had been a good day. Except for the patient almost dying part, but that wasn't really his concern.