Three weeks later, Robin was surprised to see Doctor James Wilson walk through the main entrance of the rehab center with a look of determination plastered upon his face. Meeting the nurse sitting behind the reception desk with a friendly nod the oncologist handed her an envelope which he had kept in his back pocket and without another word left the room. Letting curiosity get the better of her, Robin walked over and met Jenny's gaze with a glare.

"What was that about?"

"I've never seen doctor Wilson so serious. He told me to give this letter to doctor House when he had a moment."

Arching an eye brow at this comment, Robin gestured for Jenny to give her the letter with the sincere confidence that it would be delivered to House the next time she visited his room.

"Okay, but you better do it soon. Whatever's in that letter could be pretty important."

"You have my word Jenny, I'm going over there now."

Nodding, Jenny smiled her appreciation towards Robin as the two parted ways for the time being. As she reached the door leading into her patient's room the faint sound of snoring could be heard from within. Then, after a few moments of impatient knocking a voice could be heard to say…

"Go away."

"Wake up sleepy head, you've got mail."

From his position safely tucked away in bed, House yawned and scratched his head a moment before considering what to say in reply to this comment. Who would be sending him a letter while he was in here? Why would someone…shut up Greg, just let her in. Thankfully, the diagnostician didn't need to say anything as the door opened and his nurse walked in looking as though she expected this all along.

"I believe this was left for you?"

"Give it here."

Handing over the vanilla envelope with anticipation hanging in the air, Robin watched as House tore it open and unfolded its contents so that it could be easily read. He recognized the hand writing immediately as Wilson's but that's not what surprised him.

House,

I would have come to see you sooner but there just wasn't enough time. Cuddy has been in meetings with the board all week trying to convince them that you checking in to rehab was not a hoax and that you really are getting clean. I think the only way their going to be convinced is if you appear before the committee so that they can see first hand how much you've progressed. It looks as though you were right House, I'm sorry you had to find out this way but look on the bright side, at least it can't get any worse. Take care, good luck and we'll talk soon.

Jimmy

P.S. Keep an eye out for any man or woman dressed In black. There may be a few members of the board around asking questions. Be aware.

Smiling at the use of his given nick name House folded the letter back up and put it to the side while slowly getting up from the bed. Watching him as this action went underway Robin couldn't help but feel an heir of heaviness enter the room.

"What did the letter say?"

At this comment, House dropped his head while completing to rise from the bed to his feet.

"Just that I might lose my license sooner then I thought."

"What?"

"See for yourself."

As she read the letter to herself, Robin just could believe it. How could the board still accuse House of being an addict when he had checked himself into rehab voluntarily? Sure, the last time he had lied but that was only to avoid doing time in jail. The anger she felt could be clearly seen as she furrowed her brow and glared at her patient.

"You can't take this lying down! You have to fight."

"What would you have me do? I'm already here, taking care of something that should be my own damn business. I don't need it broadcast to the masses."

"You may not have a choice in the matter."

Hearing this sent chills up House's spine as he raised his head and leaned heavily over his cane while limping slowly over to Robin as she continued to glare at him from the door.

"Of course I have a choice." (Even though his voice had remained calm there was a hint of anger with every word as House's voice took on a low but strong baritone presence.)

"Either I can take it like a man and face my demons as they come or I can stay here talking to you. Now, get away from the door I have to formulate a plan."

Stepping aside to let her patient pass, Robin couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride and respect for the man she had once called mysterious and bitter but now considered a friend.

(Dun, dun, dun! What do you think will happen next? Once again thank you all for reading and more to come soon.)