Ch 10

He had been busy the previous evening with doctor duties and patients and all, but the need to talk to Wilson had yet to leave. House stopped by his best friend's office before even bothering to enter his own. Wilson looked up as though expecting him. "I heard that you confronted Cuddy yesterday," the oncologist said with a smirk.

"I did. I assume you already know that I know that you're doing Cuddy," House said, dropping into a chair.

"I'm not 'doing' Cuddy. I told you, there's a lab tech on 2 who…"

House cut him off, not caring about any excuse or explanation he was about to be offered. "Don't care. Why are you denying this so fervently if you don't have anything going on with her?"

"Because I really don't have anything going on with her."

"Bullshit. You think she's hot."

"You think she's hot."

"That's not the point. The point is that you're either doing Cuddy or you want to do Cuddy and I want in on the info."

"You want me to sleep with Cuddy to get you information about her?" Wilson asked, a bit confused. "That's probably illegal, House. It would also be much easier to spy on her if you were doing her."

"Right. That's the enabler I know. Slipped right back into Wilson mode after I pointed out that you're dropping your guard about sleeping with her by denying that you're sleeping with her."

"I have no idea how you work anything out," Wilson told his friend. "Your reasoning capabilities must be alien."

"Ok. Avoid the comment, I'll break you eventually," House replied standing.

"I'm not avoiding the comment. I addressed the comment. I'm telling you there's nothing to tell you about me and Cuddy."

"See you at lunch, Wilson," House said. He left Wilson's office and headed for his own, avoiding looks from Foreman that told him that he had a possible case. Foreman followed him into his office with a case file, however.

"You should look at this," the younger man said.

"I should, but I probably won't," House responded.

"Fifty year old man presenting with recent onset seizures."

"It's either alcohol or age," House said dismissively. "Either way, I don't care. Not interesting. Now leave me alone so I can do my journal. Cuddy will be hell to deal with if I miss a day." Foreman left the office reluctantly and went to check out the patient himself, taking Thirteen and Taub with him and House set to writing.

'Day Ten:

He broke a bit. I had to point out that he was slipping to get him to do it, but he immediately fell back into his evasive ways instead of denying his relationship outright. I knew that they were sleeping together. He must be saved before he gets dragged in too deep. Administrators are pure evil.'