I am sorry for posting this chapter so late. I have been very busy lately with school and other miscellaneous projects. I shall post the next chapter in a week or so. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

House makes his way up to Wilson's office as quickly as he possibly can.

He darts past anyone coming in his direction. He even manages to hit a few people in the legs with his powerful cane. Opening the door, he notices that Wilson is sitting in his chair messing with his patient's folders. Wilson glances up watching House saunter into his office. House shoots him a warm smile, he returns it.

"Why House I thought you were tending to your dying patient?"

He addresses him in a low sarcastic tone.

House lets out a light laugh.

"I was until they didn't need me any longer."

Wilson places his folders back in their neat pile, joining House next to the door. House's expression is laced in confusion. Wilson steps right in front of his slender body blocking him from coming any further into the nice, clean office. They both peer into each other's deep, curious eyes.

"How is your pa-"

House doesn't let Wilson finish his sentence. He pushes Wilson back into the office quickly closing the door with his cane. He presses his lips firmly onto Wilson's giving him a light kiss. They stare into each other's eyes, blushing with embarrassament. Wilson returns the kiss, kissing back with more force. This sparks a twinkle in House's eyes, leaving him to open his mouth and inviting the other man's tongue inside. He takes the invite shoving his tongue in, exploring his warm mouth. House fights to place his tounge into Wilson's mouth, but to no avail Wilson is fighting back.

This shocks House. He didn't expect that he would go against him on something like this. He expected him to submit and except what was happening. Wilson was in control just as much as House was, and he loved it. House never knew that swaping spit with your best friend could actually get somewhere. He was wrong. House is finally able to shove his tongue inside the deep, and warm crevice. His tongue explores like crazy. His tongue goes over every single inch of Wilson's wet mouth.

House plants a few more kisses on his soft, wet lips. Wilson returns them. House lets their mouth's separate, stepping back a few inches. House's back is against the door, he's breathing heavily. His face is a bright cherry red color. He gazes into Wilson's loving eyes, seeing the man he has always truly been. Wilson is blushing deeply, he breaks eye contact feeling embarrassed. He takes a few steps back taking in the moment with his best friend.

Wilson slides his hands over his face letting them wonder to his hips. A smile spreads on House's face. He loves watching Wilson quiver in embarrassment.

"My patient isn't doing so well."

Wilson instantly becomes perplexed not understanding what he was saying.

"Huh?"

Wilson completely forgets about the question he asked him a few minutes ago. He suddenly becomes lost in a sea of his own emotions and desires. House continues to speak.

"We're not sure what is wrong with my patient. Our next idea is Cancer, that's why I'm here."

"Ohh. Yeah I'll look at the scans and see if your patient has any masses."

Wilson avoids eye contact with House, feeling completely embarrassed and akward. He returns back to his compfty seat, removing a few folders off of his desk. House's slender body crashes into the chair in front of Wilson's desk. House watches him closely, eyes wide open. Wilson lifts up a folder, burying his face within the papers trying not to show the redness of his handsome face. House's lips curve up into a small smile feeling a little sorry for causing his best friend so much trouble.

House peers at him intently almost waiting to strike. Wilson palces the folder down from covering up his features. House's eyebrow shoots up on his forehead. Wilson's face is as red and plump as a wild cherry. A strong knock at the wooden door catches them off guard. The door slowly opens, revealing an angry, red faced Cameron.

"House what in the hell was that back there?! He could have died!"

A shocked expression soars over Wilson's face. He didn't invite her in. He certainly wouldn't anyway due to her attitude. Her yelling causes an uneasy tension to spread through the atmosphere. Both men give her a questionable peer of disgust. She has no right to barge in Wilson's office like that. Who in the hell does she think she is, House?

"The patient didn't die get off of my back!"

"But he could have! Stop being so fucking selfish and do your damn job!"

"I'm doing my damn job if you haven't noticed. I was standing right there the entire fucking time. Don't tell me that all of you couldn't handle a seizure without my help!"

Wilson glances down at his folders feeling as though he has no room to talk here. After all it is none of his business. He did however play a huge part in House's recent behavior.

"That's not the point! You stood there and did nothing! Instead you-"

"What I do in my spare fucking time is none of your goddamn business! Get the hell out of my face before you never see this place again!"

House is seething, his teeth are clenched together tighter then a bear trap. Cameron's eyes grow wider then saucers, she cannot believe that House just threatened to fire her. Her mouth hangs open like a door, shocked at House's rude statement. Wilson's expression is priceless. His face is mixed up in questionable emotions.

Cameron lowers her eyes in disgust. She strolls out of the room without saying a single word. She knows her place in this business. She understands how House is the alpha wolf in charge. House ponders, lowering his head in deep thought. Wilson gazes with concern at him, he hasn't seen him behave quite like this in some time. He has only seen that when House is highly upset over something. Either that or completely wasted off of his ass. Wilson tries not to think too much about it.

"You alright?"

Wilson gives his friend a sympathetic small grin.

"Just peachy."

"Were you serious about firing her?"

House is silent almost as if wondering about the question himself.

"Yeah."

Wilson's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. House seems to be on the verge of a breakdown either that or a really good high. A loud thunderous knock at the door startles the men. The door flies open, Cuddy makes her way into Wilson's office glaring holes at House.

"Heat vision doesn't really work you know."

"What in the hell did you do this time!?"

Cuddy's voice rings in House's ears like a bolt of lightning. House presses his hands firmly over his ears blocking out her enormous yelling ability.

"I'm trying to prevent my ears from bleeding! Wilson! Cover up your ears before she combusts!"

House schreches out in their ears making sure everyone can cleary hear him.

"Why in the hell is your team so upset? I saw Cameron crying coming from this room. What in the hell did you do?"

House uncovers his ears giving her an annoyed stare.

"I was doing my job and she clearly had a problem with it. She has major issues."

"What really went on?"

Cuddy gives a sharp glance at Wilson seeing if he had anything to do with House's absurd behavior. He quickly breaks eye contact feeling very uneasy.

"I went to the patient's room and watched them handle a seizure."

"Do you honestly believe that I will fall for that lie?"

"I-"

House gets interrupted mid-sentence.

"It's not a lie he's telling the truth."

Wilson backs his friend up, for once House is actually not lying. A surprised expression comes across her face. She gives Wilson a suspicious stare. She crosses her arms around her waist waiting to hear the truth.

"House isn't lying. That's all he did was go up there and watch. The team handled it by themselves, he felt no need to get involved in something they could clearly handle."

Cuddy eyes Wilson all over studying him for herself. She never knows when House has blackmailed Wilson for this type of situation.

"Are you telling the truth House?"

Cuddy never takes her vicious eyes off of him.

House gives a huge, fake grin.

"I swear on it."

He replies in a sarcastic tone.

Her eyes slant giving House a suspicious glare.

"You better be or it will be your ass."

With that in mind, the mighty Cuddy leaves the two men alone. House releases a deep sigh.

"Damn I actually thought she caught me in that lie! That was a close one!"

Wilson's eyes grow wide.

"I just lied for you? But you said you actually did that!"

House lets out a light laugh.

"Relax Jimmy I'm joking. Why else would Cameron run in here bitching me out? Maybe her special friend is visiting her this month."

Wilson rolls his eyes watching House intently.

The irritating noise of a pager rings in their ears. House glances down reading it off. His face becomes twisted in an annoyed tone.

"Patient dying again. Damn this patient sure knows the perfect times to die on me. It's like he is a psychic."

Wilson receives a 'yeah right' experssion from House who quickly leaves heading in the direction of the Operating Room.