The interview had gone well. Elizabeth had sat in Cuddy's office and listened to speeches and went over paperwork that would ensure her a proper place in the hospital. As young as she was there wasn't any doubt that news of her hire would circulate quickly. She had expressed the desire to speak with both James and House before the rumor mill got going too fast. She decided to go directly to James' office first and let him know before House. He was her boyfriend after all.
As she neared the room she could hear him trying to calm down a patient's mother. The girl, about fifteen was visibly sick and her mother was in hysterics. Liz walked into the doorway and cleared her throat. "Need anything Dr Wilson?" she asked in her 'work tone'.
He looked up at her with a "help me" expression on his face. He looked tired.
Liz stepped in and skirted the mother and daughter. "I'm Dr Sullivan. I work in the pathology lab. I'll be running all the tests on this pretty young lady." The girl smiled. "I can assure you that Dr Wilson is the best Oncologist in the state. He takes very good care of his patients, as do I. His patients are my patient too." She cleared her throat and addressed the girl. "If there's anything you want or need, no matter what it is I might be able to get it for you... " At that moment Chase walked by, heading down to the ER to talk to Cameron. Liz smiled and leaned in closer to her. "I can even get you the phone number of the cute blond surgeon that just passed the room." The girl beamed and blushed. Liz could see the relief on Wilson's face when the girl smiled, which caused the mother to calm down. He sighed.
"Well then, should I make another appointment?" he asked the mother.
The girl spoke up first. "Can you really get his number?"
Liz grinned. "I can get him to visit you in your room even." she replied. "I'm cool like that."
The girl turned to her mother and said "I want to come back here mom. Not the other hospital." The mother nodded to her daughter and then to Wilson who quickly scheduled the appointment for later next week.
"Thank you." he said to Liz once the pair were out of the office. "You didn't have to lie though."
"Lie?" asked Liz.
"About working here."
Liz smiled. "Who said I was lying?" She leaned over the desk and kissed him.
"But you work at Freehold... Don't you?"
Again Liz smiled, laughing along with it. "I worked there yesterday. Tomorrow I work here."
Wilson's face flashed with a sudden recognition. "That's why you called House to get Cuddy's number." Liz nodded.
"I wanted to talk to her before I quit my job at Freehold. I needed to make sure I had a place here before I did something drastic." She smiled at James and slipped into one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"So... you really work here, then?" he asked her. Liz nodded the affirmative. "Wow. This is going to be different." he mused.
"Hows that?" she asked.
"Well, I've never worked with someone I date before."
Liz gave him the 'yeah, right' stare. "I really find that hard to believe. From what House has said..." she trailed off, leaving it up to him to talk.
Wilson sputtered. "So I took out a few nurses. Nothing ever came of it. They were just dates."
Liz laughed. "I don't care who you took out or when or what you did. All I care about is whether our relationship can survive us working together." She looked James in his eyes. "Can it?" she asked.
Wilson smiled. "I hope so.. But remember, you also work with House. And he has a tendency to screw with people. Namely me. I don't want you to get caught in the middle of things when he goes off on one of his rampages." Liz giggled. "What?" he asked.
Liz pointed to herself. "Lived with Jesse." she said, knowing he'd understand what she meant.
"Oh, right. I keep forgetting." he murmured.
Elizabeth smiled at him again. "I have things to do, people to talk to. I can't stay. How about we pick up on our conversation during dinner. Say, seven?"
Beaming, Wilson nodded. "Sounds good. See you then."
Standing up Liz leaned over the desk and gave James a small kiss. What Amy would have referred to as a "work kiss". "See you then." she reached over and opened the door and stepped into the hall. With a heavy sigh she headed off to House's office. She hoped he'd be there and she didn't have to search the hospital to find him. James had told her about his tendency to hide somewhere and watch his soap opera. As she neared the glass walls of House's office she could hear him leaving her a voice mail. She smiled, remembering that she had decided to leave her phone turned off and charging in her car while she was inside.
Poking her head in the door she said "I'm currently unavailable to take your call." The words that she had programed as her voicemail message. House looked up and sighed, dropping the receiver back onto the cradle of the office phone.
"Have you been here all day?" he asked her. His tone was that of a worried parent. Liz tried to keep from laughing, but her sarcastic nature got the better of her.
"No, I'm a figment of your imagination. It's time to switch meds Greg. They're not working the way they should." She stepped into the room and made ghost sounds as she walked to his desk. When she got close enough, House reached out and swatted at her with a rolled up magazine. She only laughed.
"You're such a smartass." he told her.
"Tell me something I don't know." she retorted.
"I've been calling you all morning." he replied.
Liz sat down on the corner of his desk, much in the way he sat on Wilson's. "About what?"
Now was the moment of truth. His time to actually say what he had been thinking all weekend. Taking in a deep breath House, eyes lowered to the desktop, asked "I was wondering if you could give me Jesse's new number."
He sounded so fragile, Liz thought. If she told him no, it very well might make him cry. Her gaze softened. "You really want to talk to Queenie, don't you?" she asked as she reached for a square of paper from his desk. "Why didn't you just say so. I would have given you the number a long time ago." She scribbled down a nine digit number on the paper and slid it across the desk to him. "She's five hours ahead of us here so consider that when you call. It wont look good on your part if you wake her up."
House stared at the numbers as if they were the Holy Grail. He didnt think he was even breathing for that moment in time. "Thanks." he said quietly.
"Now." said Liz in her cheerful voice. "I have good news. Ask me what it is?"
House looked up at her, a glint of terror in his eyes. "You're not pregnant are you?" he asked warily.
Liz laughed. "No, no, no." she giggled. "Why would you think that?" Through her laughter she managed to get it out that she was working at Princeton-Plainsboro.
House looked relieved which made Liz laugh all the harder. She sank down off the desk corner and into a chair. She was holding her sides and tears fell from her hazel eyes. "It isn't that funny." House muttered.
"Yes it is." Liz said through gasps for breath. "You would never think that about anyone else but me. It... the look on your face... you were terrified." She sighed. "You would have marched right to James' office and punched him if I'd said yes, wouldn't you have?"
It was House's turn to laugh now. "I don't know what I'd have done. I panicked, that was all."
"Well it's not like it would have been your baby... You wouldn't have had anything to worry about."
"Yes I would have." He rolled his eyes. "I would have had Wilson in my office every afternoon asking me what he should do." Me assumed a mock Wilson voice. "What do I do now? Do I marry her, or not? What do you think she'd want me to say? Should I have handled things differently?" Liz was in stitches. The tears fell again as she laughed harder than she'd laughed in a long time.
"You two... I swear." she said after she calmed herself down. "You're like the odd couple."
House looked insulted. "And which one might I be?" he asked defensively.
Looking around the office, Liz said, without looking at House directly. "Well, sweetie, you're not the clean one, are you?"
House tried to look hurt. Liz only scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Get over yourself." she chided him. He stuck his tongue at her. Her response was an unamused "How mature." Then she smiled. "I have to get back to Cuddy's office to finish filling out my paperwork.. See you tomorrow."
As Liz stood to leave, House reached out and took hold of her hand. "I meant it." he said. His icy blue eyes looking into her own hazel ones. "Thankyou."
Liz smiled modestly. "It was nothing. You should have asked me on Saturday. You might have gotten ahold of her that night." She squeezed House's hand in hers then pulled it free. "Goodnight Greg." she said as she exited the room.
House sat at his desk for a few minutes just staring at the little slip of white paper. It had been that easy. The simplicity of the whole thing struck him as ironic. He sighed. His glance drifted to the phone. Would he call her from work of should he wait and dial from home? His mind was racing but his body remained still as a corpse, save for his breathing.
Liz walked down the hall toward the elevators. As the doors opened a voice called out "Hold the door." Placing her hand to keep the doors from shutting she watched as Robert Chase slid into the elevator. A smile crept its way onto her face. "What?" he asked her. The suspiciousness of his question made Liz snicker.
"Nothing." She sighed and told him about the young Oncology patient and her promise to get her his phone number or at the very least an in-room visit. Chase laughed.
"Oh, well. If it'll help the patient then I guess I might be persuaded to drop by and make her afternoon." The suspiciousness had been replaced with amusement. "You're Wilson's girlfriend aren't you?" he asked her as they rode down to the ground floor.
Liz nodded. "I am." The doors opened adn the two doctors stepped out into the lobby. "I also work here now, so we may be seeing each other around more often."
Chase stopped in his tracks. "What's your department?" he asked her curiously.
Elizabeth stopped too. "Pathology." she replied. "I'll be doing your tests... Doctor Chase."
Chase smiled. "Well then, I guess we will be seeing one another around from time to time. Have a good afternoon." he said to her with a slight bow of his head.
As Liz stepped out into the warming afternoon air she smiled. "At least there was another doctor there besides James who was polite. She's have to rub it in with House how sweet he was to her and that he was an idiot for firing him in the first place.
It was about an hour later whe Liz finally trudged through the door of her apartment. Amy was lying on her couch, eating yet another bag of microwave popcorn and watching daytime television. "How can you watch that crap?" she asked as she slipped out of her shoes.
"Easy, I look at it and the pictures magically adhere to my brain. It's nifty, you should try it sometime." Amy retorted from the sofa.
Liz threw her purse onto the couch, purposefully aiming for her best friend's stomach, which she hit dead on.
Amy made an "oomph" sound as the bag landed on her middle. "What'd you do that for?" she asked.
"Cuz I could." she shot back with a smile. "I'm starved!" Liz complained as she walked into her tiny kitchen. "Oh, by the way." she started. "You're on your own tonight for dinner, James and I are going out to celebrate my new job."
Not even bothering to look back to her, Amy shrugged and mumbled "I'll order a pizza then." She sat up and asked "Mind if I have Dan over?"
"Only if you promise not to screw on my sofa... stay on the floor for that, I can use a rug to cover it up if you..." she trailed off and made a shiver followed by an audible "blugh!"
Amy laughed. "Alright, mom. I promise we womt make too big a mess... and no prank call either right?"
It was Liz's turn to laugh. "Only if you make them from your cell phone..." she said with a smile. "And stay out of my room and away from the liquor cabinet, that wine is for ritual next weekend."
Amy stood and saluted Liz and said, rather loudly "Yes, Ma'am!" Liz gave her the finger. Amy laughed again.
Greg House was still sitting in his office staring at his phone when Wilson walked by and saw him. Poking his head in he asked "Is it going to do a trick? Should I stay to see?"
House waved him off and said quietly "Liz gave me Jesse's number." He lifted his eyes to his friend and asked "Should I call her from work or from home?"
James Wilson thought it through for a second. "Well, if you call from work ti tells her that you're really busy and you're just sticking in a call to her while you're on a break. But.. if you call from home it says you have time to talk. Which scenario are you going for?"
"I don't know." House answered. "I just want to hear her voice."
"So wait the extra ten minutes and call her from home. You wouldn't want her to think you didn't have time for her, would you?"
House agreed with a "No."
Wilson nodded. "So call her when you get home and sit and listen to what she has to say and tell her what you have to tell her. I know you. You'll be more apt to talk freely if you're by yourself."
Again House nodded and said "Yes, I think I will wait." Wilson nodded and went to leave.
"I have a date with Liz tonight so I have to get home to change."
"Hey, Wilson." House called out. James looked up from the door. "Thanks." was all House said. James smiled and walked away. There wasn't anything he needed to say back. It was something unspoken between the two of them. Something Liz would have referred to as 'a guy thing'.
It was nearing evening and James would be getting off work shortly. Liz watched the clock anxiously. Five thirty. "Damn." she swore. "Why does time have to go so slowly when you just wish it would hurry up?" She mused aloud to herself.
"You shouldn't talk to yourself. People will start to think you're nuts." Amy put in from across the room, in the kitchen.
"People already think I'm nuts, Aim. I quit my job on a whim."
Amy glanced up from her book. "Yeah, that really makes you crazy doesn't it? Ooh, crazy lady quit her job.. I'm scared." She feigned a fit of terror that prompted Liz to throw a sofa pillow at her. "Hey! Careful, you'll knock something off the table." Amy chided as she stood the pepper shaker back up.
Liz stuck out her tongue. "I hate you." she said.
Amy went back to her bowl of cereal. "I know." she answered. "That's why I'm the one you turn to whenever you have a problem."
"No, I really hate you." Liz said, looking directly at her best friend. Amy looked up at her. Liz had one eye crossed and her tongue sticking out. The face was enough to do what Liz had hoped. Amy started to gag and she sputtered and spit milk all over the table. "Gotcha!" she laughed.
"Ugh!" Amy groaned as she wiped her face off. "It came out my nose, you bitch!" Liz could only laugh. Amy was about to get up and come after her when the phone rang.
Liz picked up the phone and answered with a very happy "y'ello?"
The voice on the other end only laughed. "You get funnier and funnier the longer I know you." said a familiar voice.
"Aww, you shouldn't compliment me like that. I might get the wrong idea." The voice laughed again. "So, I suppose you 'd like to talk to Amy, huh?"
"It's be nice."
Liz stretched out her hand. "Aim, phone, Danny, for you." Amy took the phone and walked away from the kitchen toward the bathroom. Liz relaxed back onto the couch and waited for her own phone call.
Greg House sat in his living room and stared at the phone. What time was it in Ireland anyway?, he thought. He looked to the wall clock and counted the time difference. "Five and a half hours." he muttered. Which meant that where Jesse was it would be pretty close to midnight. "She'll be up." he assured himself. But what if she wasn't? What it he called her and woke her up? She's rant and rave on about how she hated to be interrupted and how he was always getting things wrong, or something like that. His mind was a blur and he had to rub his eyes to get back to the issue.
Still looking at the phone he sighed and reached for it once more. But before he could pick it up to dial... it rang.
With a startled yelp, House jumped a few inches in his seat and looked at the phone in an accusing way.
Warily he picked up the receiver and said questioningly "Hello?"
"Call her yet?" asked Wilson.
"Christ Wilson, you scared the hell out of me. I had the phone in my hand and was about to dial it when you called. At first I thought it might be her, doing her witchy mind meld thingy." Wilson simply laughed on the other end. "Stop it, you know as well as I do that she's capable of things like that."
"Yes, I am." Wilson answered. "I just wanted to see if you were actually going to call her or if you were going to get all scared and not call."
"I was going to call." House shot back.
"I'm sure you were, just don't get all freaked out when she answers, OK."
"Why would I get freaked out?"
"Umm... because it's Jesse."
House sat and thought for a second before replying "You have a point."
"I usually do. That's why I'm the straight man of the group."
"Does that make me the comic relief?" House asked his eyebrow raised.
"No." Wilson said. "You're the crotchety old man. Cameron is the eye candy.. Chase is the plucky sidekick and Foreman the streetwise one... the comic relief is usually the patient."
House laughed. "You've really though about this haven't you?"
Wilson laughed as well. "Nah, it was something Lizzie came up with."
House nodded. "I see. That makes more sense." He looked up at the clock. "You gonna call her tonight, aren't you guys supposed to be having dinner or something?"
Wilson paused. "Or.. something." he said cryptically. Then, he laughed.
House grimaced. "I dont wanna know." was all he needed to say.
"I'll let you go then so you can mull over the decision to call Jesse or not."
"Thanks, you're a pal." House replied before Wilson hung up the phone.
James dialed the phone again. He listened to it ring a few times before the voice of his girlfriend answered.
"Hello?" Liz asked on her end.
"Hi." he replied.
"About time. I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten."
James laughed. "No, I had to see if House had called Jesse yet."
Liz snorted out a laugh. "And has he?"
"He said he was about to when I called. Said he had the phone in his hand when it rang." James snickered. "I startled him."
Liz rolled. "Oh, that's great. I wish I could have been there to see that. I bet he jumped and nearly dropped the phone."
James laughed too. "Yeah, I'd have liked to have been a fly on the wall then too." He cleared his throat and said "So, I was thinking about dinner. What about Italian?"
"Hmm," said Liz. "Italian food... sounds good, it's a date."
"Pick you up in a half hour?"
"Sounds great, I'll be ready." Liz said with a smile.
"OK, I'll see you shortly." Wilson hung up his phone and went to get ready.
Liz too flipped her cellphone closed and walked back to the bathroom to tell Amy that James would be there in about twenty minutes. "Hurry up, I need the bathroom." she said impatiently from outside the door.
The door opened slightly and Amy stuck out her head and grinned. "Out in a sec." she said with a smile.
Liz tapped her foot on the floor while she waited for Amy to come out. "You've been in there for almost ten minutes already. What are you doing in there?"
The voice from behind the door came out with a giggle. "I'm doing my nails."
Liz let out a sigh of disgust. "You can do that in the kitchen. Come on, I want to be ready when James gets here."
The door opened and Amy appeared, toilet paper tucked between her toes and nail polish painted on three of the five toes on her left foot. The right foot was still bereft of color. She smiled at Liz as she hopped out of the bathroom on one foot and down to the kitchen. Snickering, Liz stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Greg House was still staring at the phone. With a heavy sigh he dialed the number written down for him by Elizabeth. The dial tone was replaced by the steady pulsing ring. The line connected and a feminine voice answered.
"Well hello, stranger! I was beginning to think you forgot about me." As ever, Jesse's sweet voice washed over House like a cool drink of water on his parched soul. He said nothing for a moment, lost in the sound of her voice.
"Great minds think alike."
"Ah, it's my fault? You know better, my warm lover." Jesse cooed into the phone.
My warm Lover... House didn't realize how much he missed her pet name for him until he heard it spill from her ruby lips. "I know. I was busy. I"m sorry I was so short with you. It's been chaotic. I'm still busy." House managed, trying to sum up... how long had it been?
There was a pregnant pause. Jesse rolled her eyes. He called to talk but had not a clue what to say. She set her work aside and wondered what manner of delicate surgery it would take to glean a worthwhile conversation in the time he had. "I felt terrible for interrupting. We're merely doing lesson plans and interviewing instructors and the like. Yours is the business of saving lives and I hate taking you away from all of that when you're so bogged down." Jesse hesitated. "And how busy are you anyway?"
"I'm home. I'm having a drink."
"And missing me?" Silence. "I've been missing you." Jesse said, trying to make the words come easier for him.
"I have..." House admitted. He waited. He only wanted to hear her voice. House had not a clue what to say after all this time. The separation was maddening... unending. "So how much longer are you going to be missing me?"
"It'll be a while yet, I fear. One thing bleeds into another and another. Maybe it's a good thing with you being so busy these days. Better out of sight than under foot?"
"It isn't my foot I want you under." House hinted, not missing the chance to express his frusteration.
"I've been missing that too. Maybe if things ease up a bit, if our schedules permit we might arrange a get together."
House breathed a sigh of relief. She still wanted him. Of course she still wanted him! How could she not? Her words, her voice, the intoxicating elixir that was Jesse was already working its magic on him. House was getting full of himself just listening to her.
And he continued to listen, leaning back and getting more comfortable as Jesse prattled away about the school she and Lily were building. Her voice soothed his nerves. House jumped in here and there whenever she stopped to take a breath or ask him if he was still awake.
"You're so quiet! I thought maybe I put you to sleep." Jesse joked.
"Fat chance." House answered back. Jesse thought he sounded distracted.
Little did Jesse know House was imagining her naked body and lying beside him in bed as she rattled on. He was practically lying down on the couch at this point, letting his imagination run wild. "Is that a hint of an Irish accent I'm hearing?" House asked as he poured another drink.
That special musical laugh washed over him through the phone. "It is, I'm sure. I've always been bad for that wherever I hang my hat. And Lily and I talk so much it stands to reason.." Jesse sighed as her fingers started to close her laptop. She stopped as an idea came to her.
"I like it. It's different." House interrupted.
Jesse thought for a moment. He sounded so forlorn without her. House?"
"Yes?"
"Since we're up for different, I have an idea."
"I'm up for anything that pertains to you, you know that. House reminded his absent lover.
"Oh, you're wicked. I love it. Turn on your computer, the web cam? I can say goodnight properly."
"Trying to get rid of me already?"
"Not at all. Turn it on. You'll see." House grabbed up the laptop and turned it on settling back on the couch. To his delight he watched Jesse's smiling face appear in front of him. "I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner." Jesse giggled as she blew House kiss in front of the camera.
"Cute jammies." House commented and he watched Jesse roll her eyes in response. House was glad Jesse wasn't wearing the lingerie she usually wore for him. As long as she was in flannels his property was safe. Still... "You'd look even hotter without them!" House had to say in spite of himself.
"Well now that all we have is the lens I bet we can do something about that." Jesse cooed. To House's delight he watched as Jesse seductively removed her pajamas. She waited for a response but there was only silence. And it was cold. Jesse threw up her hands laughing and jumped under the blankets on her bed. "Well, not all at once now." cat got your tongue?"
"I was enjoying the view."
"Anything else you'd enjoy... my warm lover?" Jesse teased as she eased the blankets down to just above her breasts and shimmied suggestively.
"I can think of a few things." House said after a moment.
"And?"
"I was making myself more comfortable. It looks like we're not quite ready to say goodnight after all."
Jesse could hear the smile in his voice. She was ecstatic. "You're still dressed."
"Only from the waist up." House wiggled his eyebrows at Jesse and lifted his glass to her. "So, how do we want to do this, now that you have my undivided attention?"
"Your wish is my command." Jesse whispered leaning back against the pillows.
...
House woke up in the wee hours of the morning with a smile playing at his lips. His empty glass was on the coffee table. He was still naked from the waist down. And he'd slept better in the last few hours than he'd slept in as long as he could remember.
There was a lovely picture of Jesse on the monitor with "Good night my warm lover" written across it. House smiled and dragged himself off the couch. It was time to take that memory to bed with him. Yes, indeed, why hadn't either of them thought of this sooner?
House shook his head as he collapsed into bed for the remainder of the evening. He doubted if it would be an early morning. But it had been a wonderful night!
James walked up to the door of the apartment building just as a tall younger guy did. "You're Lizzie's new boyfriend right?" he asked
Looking up to met his eyes James nodded. "Yeah. I'm James."
The younger guy nodded. "I'm Dan, Amy's life partner."
James nodded in recognition. "I've heard a lot about you from Liz. She says you have infinite patience."
Danny laughed. "Yeah, to be able to handle Amy I have to. She's a fiery one. I think it's her Irish heritage that gives her that."
James smiled. "I know what you mean. Liz seems to have that same characteristic."
Danny laughed. "That she does." They walked to the elevator and stepped in. Dan pressed the button labeled "2" and the doors closed. "So how long have you and Lizzie been dating?" he asked, trying to not make the situation awkward.
James thought for a second before saying. "I believe it's been a little more than a month, maybe six weeks."
Danny snickered and patted James on the shoulder. "Longest relationship she's had in ages." The doors opened and the two men stepped out. Danny reached the door to the apartment first. He knocked heartily.
From her seat at the kitchen table Amy hollered out "Who is it?!"
Out in the hall Danny's face split into a grin. "Housekeeping!" he said in a cheerful tone.
Amy smiled. "Not today!" she called back. "Unlocked." she added.
Dan laughed when he heard Amy's reply. Seeing James' confusion he said simply "It's an inside thing." James could only nod.
The door opened and the two guys stepped in. Seeing James with Dan, Amy hollered down the hall "Elizabeth... your man is here."
James went slightly pink around his ears. He walked over at sat down n the couch to wait for Liz to come out.
Liz hurried up with her makeup and straightened her shirt and slid out of the bathroom to her room to get her shoes. Sliding into her sneakers, as she didn't really want to be too dressy, she trotted down the hall. Peeking out into the living room she spied James on the sofa. Creeping up behind him she whispered into his ear "You're early."
"I know." he replied. "Big change for me."
"So..." Liz started, turning to her friends. "You guys know the rules?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Jeez-us, you're like a Nazi... we get it... alright!" she spat at Liz. The whole time she kept painting her toes.
Liz suppressed a scowl and walked over to Amy and reached down and ran a finger over the freshly painted nails, smearing the polish. "And be nice to your hostess, or you'll have to go stay at the Brownstone with the rest of the band and its groupies."
Amy scoffed and gave Liz an annoyed look when she smeared the nail polish. "You're such a bitch." she said with a slight laugh. After Liz's comment she scowled and with a heavy, pouting sigh she went back to painting her nails over again. Out of spite she stuck her tongue out at Liz.
Liz, having walked over to the sofa and picked up her purse saw Amy's face. "Mature." she said blandly. She turned her attention to James. "Ready?" she asked him.
Standing up he smiled. "When you are." he offered his arm to Liz.
"How come you never do that for me?" Amy ashed Dan, who was sitting with her at the table.
Stammering for a second he looked to James as if to say "good job... now help me out."
Smiling James stuck his comment in. "Maybe he tries to but you don't notice."
Amy opened her mouth to reply but shut it again. She bit her lip and looked at Dan who shrugged. "I guess." she said. She smiled at Liz. "You two kids have fun, OK."
"We will... be safe.. and careful.." Liz replied as she and James stepped out into the hall. Once out of earshot from her friends Liz higged James and told him "I think you made a friend for life with Danny. You saved his skin big time. He owes you and he wont forget that.
"I think I'll wait to call on him until there's a good reason."
"Like what?"
"Like when It's your birthday and I cant think of anything to get you."
Liz laughed as they walked out into the parking lot to James' car.
The evening went on without much incident for Wilson and Liz. They ate dinner; burgers and fries as they watched a ball game at his place, then they turned in. Liz forgot to call Amy and let her know that she wouldn't be home but she figure her friend wasn't a total idiot and she's figure it out.