Wilson was sitting at his desk updating his patients' files when the door to his office flung open. His body jolted, and his heart began to race at the sound of his door swinging and hitting the bookcase behind it. He calmed down when he saw the cause of the raucous.

"Wilson!"

"Don't you ever knock?"

"And miss that look on your face, never." House limped over to the chair in front of Wilson's desk and plopped down.

"What do you want?"

"Why do you always assume I want something? Can't I just talk to my BF?"

"No, and what's a BF?"

"Best friend or maybe it means boyfriend. I have been getting weird looks from Cuddy's assistant. You think there could be something to it?"

"You don't just come in here to talk-" Wilson finally looked up from his paperwork and stared at House. "What happened to your face?"

"My hooker slapped me, because I kissed her on the mouth."

"Today's Thursday and Tuesday NOT Wednesday is hooker night."

"Wow! You keep track of when I have sex? No wonder your wives left you."

"No, but every Tuesday I call you, your message on your answering machine changes. During the week it says 'I'm not here. Leave a message after the beep…Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep' and I can never leave a message, because you use the damn tape up. On Tuesdays it says 'Wilson, leave me alone. I'm getting my jollies off.' So what really happened?"

"Cameron felt the need to grace my cheek with her hand."

"Well, she obviously did it for a reason."

"No, she just likes to go around and slap her bosses."

"This might seem like a stupid question, but what did you say to her?"

"Why do you think I said something? Maybe she likes it rough."

"A girl doesn't slap you, because she wants to sleep with you, she slaps you because you said something hurtful."

"You're impossible. I just mentioned to her that her outfit was a little bit trashy."

"What is she wearing?"

"Why do you care?" House's eyes peered through Wilson's, but regretted it once he saw the look on Wilson's face. He knew Wilson could sense the hidden jealously.

"Ah-ha!" Wilson pointed an accusing finger at House, while House rolled his eyes in frustration. "She looks beautiful, and you don't want any younger hotter guys to hit on her, especially Chase."

"Bye Wilson." House got up and proceeded to walk out the door, but was stopped by Wilson.

"House? Here." Wilson handed House some money. "Go buy yourself some lunch. I'd join, but I got to finish up these files."

"Thanks, Jimmy. I'm glad we had this talk."

House left Wilson's office and headed for the elevator. Wilson peered his head out the door and waited until House was safely behind the elevator's closed doors, before he made his way to House's office to talk to Cameron.

"Knock, Knock." Wilson clenched his fist, knocked on the door and opened it at the same time. He was met with eyes of sadness. In attempt to hide traces from her crying, Cameron quickly wiped her cheeks one more time.

"Hey, Wilson, what's up?"

"What did he do?"

"What are you talking about?"

"There's no way checking the mail can be that depressing. If I know House as well as I think I do, then I know he said something hurtful." Cameron stood up and ran into Wilson's arms, grabbing tight around his torso.

"Oh Wilson!" Tears just poured out of her eyes, forming a wet spot on his chest.

She noticed this and lifted her head up. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, don't worry about it. You want to talk about it?"

"Not here."

"How about this, we'll talk about it over dinner tonight?"

"I'd love that. Thank you, Wilson."

"I'll pick you up at 7."

"You need directions?"

"Those would be helpful."

Cameron ran around House's desk and grabbed some paper from the printer. She scribbled down her address and phone number just in case Wilson got lost. She handed the paper to Wilson and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you. You're the best."

"Just don't let him get to you."

"I'll try. See you tonight."

"Bye, Cameron."

Unbeknownst to Wilson and Cameron, House had forgotten the latest test results of his patient in his office, and he had planned on going over them while he was having lunch. As House took the elevator back up to the third floor and got off, he came across Wilson and Cameron in his office just as Cameron kissed Wilson on the cheek. Rage surged through his body as he saw his best friend kiss his Ally. House refused to see the opposite that in fact Cameron had initiated the kiss, if it was even a kiss at all. A peck on the cheek hardly constitutes as a kiss, but it was a kiss no less in House's eyes. He had half the mind to break into his office right then and there, but realized it would serve no purpose. He needed to calm down. He needed to find solace in the bottom of a bottle of scotch. House waited until Wilson and Cameron left his office to go and grab his backpack and the test results. He took the elevator down to the clinic and limped out of the hospital. He headed home, eager for a taste of that bittersweet liquid as it trickles down his throat.