Chapter 9:
"How can this be?" Was all Maredeth coulde utter. She gaped at House's unshaven face and began to cry. Music was all she had.
"Well, your temporal lobe didn't develop right, so that leaves you unable to play any music with that particular note in it." House explained for the third time.
"It's no problem unless if I play a high high high E-flat?"
"Correct. All you have to do is stay away from that note. You'll be fine."
"Okay," Maredeth sniffled, reached for the tissue box and plucked a kleenex out. She blew her nose daintily.
"Okay. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go."
House got up off of the rolling stool that he had been sitting on, he grabbed his cane and made his way out of the room. When he was out of sight, Maredeth spoke.
"You know, besides being an ornery ass, he's not so bad looking." Cuddy's eyes widened. How did she know?
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House was on the computer once more. He was on the Internet, of course. He had been on it before during the day, but only for a minute.
He clicked on the link.
'Thank you for your purchase. It will arrive to your home in one to two business days.' Read the screen. He sighed. He wanted it now! Then he heard a knock on the glass door.
"Where were you?" House growled. Chase came through the door.
"I had a break today, remember? It's Saturday."
"It's Saturday?" House cried loudly. "Now I will have to wait four days!" He spun around in his swivel chair and pushed the power button on the computer monitor, turning it off so Chase couldn't see. He would have been embarrased.
"Yes, its Saturday! I heard you solved the case. Music, huh?"
"Yup. No thanks to you guys. Where was Foreman?"
"Uh, getting a blood transfusion!" Chase began to think that House was losing it.
"Oh, I forgot." Something must have been filling his mind for the past three days.
"Yes, you did. I called Cameron, she knows about the case. She just doesn't believe me. And Wilson is on his way. He was visiting his mother."
House tried not to laugh. He couldn't let anyone see him laugh.