The morning comes early for all of the doctors at PPTH. House's team is in the conference room sitting around waiting for their boss to arrive. They glance around at each other appearing bored out of their mind. The doors swings open revealing an angry looking House carrying a cup of coffee. He limps off to his office, laying down his things next to his desk. He returns to the conference room placing his coffee onto the table in front of him.
"Rough night with a hooker?"
Chase can't help but ask judging by the expression upon House's face.
"I almost didn't recognize you Chase with your head shoved so far up my ass."
Chase gawks realizing he just crossed the line.
"You ok? You don't seem like your normal assy self."
Foreman gives it a shot figuring that he'd better ask now, or deal with Cameron and Chase's annoyances later.
House picks up his coffee taking a sip of it, gazing wildly at his team.
"Foreman you're familiar with breaking and entering."
"Look, if this has anything to do with my race then I'm-"
"No you idiot. You know how to get into someone's place easily in and out right?"
Foreman nods figuring that he'd might as well just go a long with it.
"Alright."
House replies limping out of his office.
The team gives him a strange stare following him.
"House? Where are you going? We don't even have a case yet."
Cameron says trying to keep up with him.
"Do you really want to find out?"
"Yeah I think we all do. Your not acting right, is something wrong?"
Cameron expresses her concern.
"What was your first clue? Was it my devilishly good looks or my bad ass looking cane?"
"Where are you going?"
Chase asks walking behind Cameron.
"You're about to find out."
House steps into the elevator watching his team follow behind him.
The doors close before any of them have a chance to make it inside without being smashed.
"Should we follow him?"
Cameron is the first to ask.
"No, let's just stay here if he needs us he knows where to find us."
Foreman points out not wanting to be a part of House's game.
"Yeah there's no point in us tagging a long."
Chase agrees strolling back to the conference room.
"We should follow him. What if he needs us?"
Cameron continues on eager to see what House is up to.
"You can fall into his trap if you want to. I'm going to get me some coffee. Some people actually have lives."
Chase gives a smirk continuing to walk. Foreman nods his head following Chase. Cameron lets out a long sigh, giving up.
House limps toward Cuddy's office poking his head inside of the doors trying to get a better view. He glances inside of her office quickly noticing that she isn't inside.
The one time I go to see her she's not here.
House limps on glancing around trying to find her. A few seconds pass after he decides that he doesn't need Cuddy's approval for what he's about to do. House ambles across the lobby, leaving the hospital. Cuddy's heels can be heard a mile away striding down the hallways.
She opens the conference room door looking for House.
"Where's House? You all have a case."
"He's not here."
Chase replies.
"Where did he go?"
Cuddy's anger rises to a breaking point.
"We don't know. We tried to follow him but he got away in the elevator."
Chase responds.
"Why didn't you stop him?"
"We tried."
Foreman adds.
"Do any of you have an idea of where he went?"
"No, but he had an evil look in his eyes."
Cameron tries to help out as much as possible.
"That doesn't tell me much."
"Why don't you try calling him?"
"I tried, he turned his phone off."
Chase holds up his small cell phone giving emphasis.
"Sorry, I don't know what to tell you. We are just as confused as you are."
"Did he mention anything? Say anything weird?"
Chase's eyes widen.
"Yeah he mentioned something about breaking and entering."
"Oh god. I think I might know where he is."
Cuddy closes her eyes trying to take the image out of her head. She stares around the room eyeing the team.
"Where is he?"
Cameron asks.
"I don't know but I think he might be at Wilson's."
"Why would he be at Wilson's?"
Foreman sits there confused.
"I think it has something to do with the whole Wilson trying to commit suicide, plus Tritter thing."
Cuddy informs the team of her idea.
"Tritter?"
Cuddy nods.
"Don't you remember all of the history between House and Tritter?"
"Yeah but I didn't think that House would be that stupid to try and do anything."
Foreman ponders for a second, wondering himself.
Cuddy froze as if she saw a ghost.
Wait a minute…
"House isn't at Wilson's. He's at Tritter's."
Foreman gives a perplexed look.
"Why would he be at Tritter's?"
Cuddy pauses remembering what she had seen that day between Wilson and Tritter. The kiss that she can never get out of her mind no matter how hard she tries.
"Cuddy?"
Cuddy avoids eye contact trying to make this as comfortable as possible.
"I saw something."
"What did you see?"
Cameron can see how nervous Cuddy has become.
"I saw Wilson and Tritter kiss."
The team is in complete shock realizing how serious this has become. Now wonder House is pissed off.
"They…kissed?"
Cuddy nods at Cameron.
"I think House might go off and extract some sort of revenge against Tritter."
"Did House see them kiss?"
Jealously is shown in Cameron's voice.
"I don't think he did."
"Then why would he go after Tritter?"
Chase doesn't have the slightest clue where this is going.
"You know how House is. If someone he doesn't like is around Wilson he freaks out."
"What do we do now? Should we call Wilson?"
Chase suggests.
"I don't think that Wilson will be able to help us."
Cuddy responds ambling away.
Cuddy gives out a long sigh not knowing what to do. House rides his bike down the highway speeding towards the police station. He parks his bike in the first handicap spot he sees, waiting. He sits there perched upon his bike, helmet still attached to his head. He glares over at the station watching everyone going in and out.
He gets bored fast, spying on people isn't as glamorous as it sounded. A figure catches his eye, he sees a man with short grey hair wearing a dark grey suit, walking down the stairs. He locks his eyes on Tritter about to make his move. He starts up his bike revving the engine. Tritter looks around hearing the noise disturbance. He can clearly see a wild-eyed House glaring at him with pure hatred, with ideas running through his mind.
Tritter smirks laughing at House. He walks down the rest of the stairs going out into the parking lot.
"What are you going to House, run me over in front of a police station and a bunch of eye-witnesses?"
The engine revs up louder.
"Are you an idiot or a bastard who is jealously in love?"
The engine revs up even louder.
"You don't have the balls to do it."
House revs up his engine going after Tritter with increasing speed. Tritter jumps back barely able to get out of House's way. If he would've stayed there a second longer, he would've been hit. Tritter glares angrily at House, ready to strike.
"What in the fuck is your problem!? Are you fucking insane?!"
House mumbles something inside of his helmet to where Tritter can't hear him. House widens his eyes, puts an evil smile on his face, and prepares to run down Tritter. He takes a giant leap back even further going onto the steps almost swallowing his gum. House speeds up aiming his bike right at him. Tritter jumps back with all of his might falling flat on his ass gazing up at House.
"Do you want to go to fucking jail!?"
House removes his helmet with a smile on his face, laughing evily.
"I don't have the balls to do it? I'm not the one on my ass with a piss stain on my crotch."
Tritter looks down seeing that he filled his pants with piss. He slams his fist onto the concrete steps cussing under his breath.
House places his helmet upon his messed up hair, speeding off, doing a wheelie in mid-air. Tritter sits there in his own mess, surveying the damage to his khaki pants. Tritter pulls out his cell phone angrily dialing a number. He waits for the other person on the end of the line to pick up.
"We need to talk."
He says in a stern tone almost yelling.
"Meet me at the small coffee shop near Plainston Plainsboro."
He hangs up the phone shoving it into his jacket.