Author's Note: I understand that House's actions were a bit extreme. But, you have to admit, it does seem like something he could do. (Also, if you hadn't realized by now, I am very much of a non-planning-ahead type of writer. What pops up in my head is what ends up getting written. I think I may have to start making outlines or something soon, or else my crazy ideas are going to get me in trouble.) Anyways, on with the story. And as always, please review!

"I think I made a huge mistake," House said as he barged through Wilson's office door, having jumped across the adjoining balconies.

"You're right. That shade of blue does nothing for your eyes. You should have gone lighter, like that shirt you wore on your first date with Cameron. It absolutely made your eyes sparkle," Wilson answered.

"Hey, I just admitted that I made a mistake here. Shouldn't you be on the phone calling everyone at this point?"

"You're right. I should, but what did you make a mistake about?"

House paused for a moment, trying to figure out just how to explain what he had done in the best possible light. Finding that there was no positive way to spin it, he decided to just tell the truth. "I bribed an exterminator to tell Cameron that her apartment needed fumigating and then moved out all her stuff."

Wilson feigned shock, having already been updated by Cuddy a while ago. Wilson took a few seconds as if to process the information, then said as calmly as he could, "And what was the point of this little prank?"

"It wasn't a prank, idiot. I was trying to get Cameron to move in with me." House rolled his eyes at Wilson, as if it was obvious.

"And you couldn't just ask her?"

"I did. Last night."

"What? Did you say no?"

"Not exactly…she fell asleep."

Wilson let out a laugh. "So, you were too afraid and impatient to ask her again and decided to just speed up the process without even telling her? You're right. You did make a huge mistake. Cameron's going to kill you."

"I've already heard this part. Can we move along to the part where you tell me what I should do to fix this when she finds out?"

"What makes you think I can help?"

"Come on. Your dying patients thank you for telling them that they're dying. And, you've got through like a billion wives – all of whom are still friends with you. This should be easy for you." House gripped his cane tighter and started pacing back and forth in front of Wilson's desk.

Wilson leaned back in his chair, lounging there as he watched House worry himself silly over a girl. It was joyful sight to see. Wilson stroked his chin, acting like he was considering House's options. Instead, he was thinking about how great it was for House to have finally found his match.

While House had been stewing in his office for an hour before finally coming to Wilson for help, Cameron had been getting in touch with the storage facility to go get her stuff. House wasn't the only one who was good at persuasion. It also helped that Cameron was very attractive, and the man who ran the storage facility was not used to having such a beautiful woman flirt with him. At this moment, Wilson imagined that Cameron was already moving the stuff she needed or wanted to bring with her into House's apartment. House would get the shock of his life when he went back to his apartment and saw the newly added feminine touches to his previously masculine bachelor pad. Too bad Wilson wouldn't be there to see it.

"Have you thought of something yet?" House asked, interrupting Wilson's train of thought.

Wilson snapped out of his stupor and refocused on House. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking really hard. I got it. You should buy her flowers. Women love flowers. And you should get her a present. Something nice, like jewelry. Women can't stay mad for long after getting some really expensive jewelry."

"Flowers and jewelry? That's your answer. I can't believe you're good with women. Maybe I should just have you tell her…" House said, getting a gleam in his eye.

"No way, House. This is your problem. Plus, she'd forgive you a lot faster if you were the one to tell her. Not me."

House sighed in defeat. "Flowers and jewelry it is. Here," House said, handing Wilson his credit card. "Go find something you think that Cameron would like, and charge it to my credit card. Your taste is better anyways."

Figuring that there was nothing else he could do, House went back to his office to sulk and prepare for his impending doom.

Wilson waited for House to disappear before calling Cameron. Reaching for his phone, he moved his chair far enough so that he could both be mostly out of House's sight and be able to see House in his peripheral vision should House decide to visit him again. Dialing Cameron's number from memory, Wilson hummed as he waited for her to pick up.

"Hey Wilson," Cameron said, slightly out of breath from the physical labor of moving stuff around and redecorating. Although the movers had done most of the heavy lifting, she was still left with the organizing. She hadn't brought any furniture out from storage, since House's apartment was already furnished. Also, she figured that she could get House to do that later, should she need anything. "What's House doing now?"

"He went back to his office. You owe me ten bucks, by the way. It only took him one hour, not two, for him to finally come see me."

"Wow, Cuddy must have done a good job of getting him worried."

"I guess acting is just one of her many talents. Oh, you're also getting flowers and a pair of diamond earrings, courtesy of House. Don't worry. He left the actual picking and choosing to me."

Cameron laughed as she placed her books in House's bookshelves. "How did that happen?"

"They're supposed to sweeten your mood before he tells you what he did."

"Nice. Thanks for the update. I got to let you go. I still have some more stuff to unpack, and then I have to rush back to the hospital before he realizes I'm not there."

"Okay. I just wish we could've prolonged his suffering for at least another day."

"You know that House would've found us out if we had kept this up any longer. You can only fool House, the master of games and trickery, for so long."

"Yeah, you're right. Anyways, I'll let you get back to your unpacking. Plus, I better enjoy this moment of peace and quiet, since House is bound to get back at me tomorrow."

"I'll see if I can do something about that. Thanks again for all the help, Wilson. And thank Cuddy for me, too."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye."