Arrrrghhh...two WEEKS to a new episode?? What is this?!?!? I definately can't survive that long....

On the up side, Halloween is this Saturday! I'll try to post before then. I'll try to not let this cliff hanger hang for too long this time!

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Chapter 24

He was in the middle of another episode of that show, which he figured out was called "A Bit of Fry and Laurie", when he remembered something from a week before. It should be here by now. It was only six, so Wilson would still be at work.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" House asked before Wilson even had a chance to say 'hello'.

"Yeah sure. Is Lisa okay? Why are you whispering?" Wilson asked as he packed his briefcase to leave for the night.

"I ordered something for her last week and it should be at my place by now. It was supposed to be here by today."

"Yeah sure. Need anything else?"

"No, that's- wait. One more thing." After a bit of hesitation, he went on, "on the coffee table or around there somewhere, there's a piece of sheet music, front and back all crammed in really tight. There's nothing on the title line. Could you bring that too?"

"Yeah, sure. But why? Lisa doesn't have a piano."

"I'll figure that out myself."

"Okay. I'll be there in half an hour or less," Wilson said as he locked the door to his office.

"Thank you, Wilson," House said before hanging up, leaving Wilson slightly shocked. House had thanked him. And asked a favor. And it seemed like he was actually doing something nice for Lisa. Wilson grinned as he headed for his silver Volvo, genuinely happy that something was finally going right for his friend.

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Greg pulled the door open with his finger to his lips, signaling Wilson to be quiet. He took the paper, standard shipping box and duffle bag from his friend, set them in the foyer amongst flowers and fruit baskets, and stepped out into the warm summer night air to talk to his friend.

"I grabbed you clothes too," Wilson explained.

"Thank you. I got Lisa a present last week for when we go on our bike rides. I guess we won't be going on any for a while, but I thought it might cheer her up anyway."

Wilson grinned.

"What?" House replied to the stupid grin on Wilson's face.

"I'm just not going to say anything, because after this all that's gonna come out will be a children's playground song."

"Oh God," House said, pulling the door open and stepping back inside. "Go get a life, Wilson."

Wilson chuckled as he turned and headed back down the walk.

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"Was that Wilson?" Lisa asked groggily, gripping her lower rib cage as she stretched.

"Yeah. Just dropping some stuff off for me." Greg slipped behind the couch and stealthily smuggled his package to the extra bedroom on the lower floor. He knew he wouldn't be able to get Lisa upstairs. He dropped the duffle bag on the floor next to the nightstand and slipped the folded up sheet music inside for another day. He grabbed the box and headed to the kitchen to grab some scissors.

"I have something for you," he said, plopping down next to her. Lisa pushed up against his side.

"Oooh like what?" she said, eyeing the package. He handed her the box and the scissors.

"I ordered it before any of this happened, so its going to have to wait to actually be put to use for, well, a while, but I wanted to give it to you now anyway."

Lisa smiled at him and then tore at the box. Throwing a piece of tissue paper aside, she pulled out the smooth leather jacket.

"Oh," she gasped. "It's beautiful, Greg, you shouldn't have!"

"It's nothing," he said, slightly embarrassed. The look on her face was worth it though. While she stroked the jacket, he explained. "It's the same jacket as mine, a Model B in the woman's version. I didn't get the red armbands like on mine because, well, that's just too fruity for me. But it's synthetic leather, 'cuz I know you're a vegetarian and everything, so…yeah."

Lisa looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Greg, that's so beautiful, so thoughtful," she searched for words. Greg looked away, he didn't like that she was so moved, that she was so…full of emotion. He was too. He didn't like that. It was too foreign.

Lisa took his face in her hand, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"Thank you," she said before grinning. "I love you."

After a short pause, Greg whispered, "I love you too," before locking his lips with hers.

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Three hours later, as the credits for "The Sting" rolled across the screen, Lisa was asleep on Greg's shoulder. He flicked the power button and slowly stood so as not to wake her. Looking at her peacefully sleeping, he knew he couldn't wake her, but he also knew he couldn't leave her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. Leaving his cane on the coffee table, he carefully picked Lisa up, supporting her head and her leg.

It took him ten minutes to get to the extra bedroom. He set her down carefully and gingerly pulled off the jacket, which fit perfectly and looked great on her. He placed a pillow under her cast and pulled a blanket over her before shrugging off his t-shirt and jeans and laying down next to her.

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He heard the sirens before he opened his eyes. He looked up to see a paramedic applying a bandage to his forehead.

"What…happened?" He heaved, his chest in severe pain.

"You were in a motorcycle accident with your girlfriend, she's in the ambulance behind us."

"My girlfriend?"

"Yeah, Stacy something. You probably have a concussion, we'll be at the hospital in no time."

"Which…hospital?" He stuttered, noticing the lack of pain in his leg.

"Mercy," the paramedic replied.

"No…no, go to Princeton P-P-Plainsboro."

"Well, don't you want to go to the hospital where you work? You have a hospital ID in your wallet that says Mercy."

"Wh-what?"

"We're at the hospital. Stay with me," the young paramedic said, placing an oxygen mask over Greg's mouth and, with the aid of the other paramedic, pushed the gurney through the open ambulance doors.

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