House sauntered into Wilson's office, and took a seat opposite his desk. Usually, Wilson would have glanced up by now, and made a sarcastic comment as to why he was in his office.

But Wilson was engrossed. He had what appeared to be a patient's file, with papers scattered about, and Wilson frantically reading them, and scanning back and forth, as though trying to find the answer. They looked to be test results.

House picked up his cane and banged it on the desk.

"Yoo hoo! Anyone home?" House said, in a sing song voice.

Wilson looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh hiya, House", and went back to studying the file.

"Wassup, bro?" House tried again.

Wilson let out a big sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up at House.

"This doesn't look good", he lamented.

"What don't look good? Your tie? I coulda told ya that, you have horrible taste in clothes!" House sneered.

"No, these tests...looks like the guy's got cancer, testicular cancer, to be exact", Wilson said flatly.

"So what? Lance Armstrong's doing perfectly fine with one nut. He almost got married to that Sheryl Crow...she doesn't seem to mind that he's not half the man he used to be!"

Wilson shoved the file at House. House merely glanced at it, wondering why Wilson seemed so troubled. After all, he was a seasoned oncologist, he should be used to telling patients the bad news. He often complained about how soft Cameron was, and here he sat, more upset than a doctor should be.

"Why all the fuss with this particular patient?" House asked, feeling suddenly boredm, so he grabbed a paperweight from Wilson's desk and began tossing it from one hand to the other.

"Because it's Cameron's brother, that's why", Wilson replied.

House stopped tossing the paperweight, and looked at his friend, surprised.

"Her brother?" House repeated.

"Yeah, her brother came to Cameron, asking her if she knew a good oncologist so he could get a second opinion. Lots of patients go into denial when they're told they've got cancer...they'll go to great lengths going from specialist to specialist, waiting for the one who'll tell them it's benign".

"When did this brother show up, I didn't even know she had any siblings!" House's curiousity was now at its peak. "And what does he look like?"

Wilson thought it strange...why would anybody ask what their brother looked like? He shrugged. "I don't know...tall, dark hair like Cameron's, good looking, slim build...he arrived in town from Connecticut the other day..."

House felt his surprise turn to relief. Wilson noted this. He was attuned to his friend's many emotions, some of which changed within seconds.

"I wish I could feel as relieved as you apparantly do, House...what have you got cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?"

"Well, I went for a walk to rend a movie at Blockbuster's, and I wasn't looking up, when I stopped, I was in front of Cameron's apartment building, and saw her hugging and kissing a man who fits that description you just mentioned".

"House! What the hell were you doing taking a walk? You walk only when necessary, you hate to walk! And you've got a Blockbuster's two blocks down from your place, why the hell would you walk 2 miles to a Blockbuster near Cameron's house?"

"Because the movie I wanted to rent was sold out at my Blockbuster's?" House answered Wilson with a question, and smiled at him sheepishly, when Wilson raised an eyebrow at him.

"I said it before, House, you are in BIG trouble!" Wilson wagged a finger in front of House to further emphasize his point.

House ignored him and looked at the test results from the file. It didn't look promising, but technology was changing every day. Suddenly House looked up at Wilson.

"Let me take the case!" he piped up.

"House, there isn't a 'case'...these are just test results from the other specialists he's seen...he's waiting for me to tell him that these are all wrong".

"Does Cameron know yet what you've found?" House asked, taking on a more serious tone.

Wilson shook his head. "Not yet. She asked me to look these over as a favor. Whatever I come up with, she wants me to tell her first, then she can tell Jake...her brother, that is".

House nodded, but kept the file tucked under his arm.

"Where are you going, give me that!" Wilson demanded, as he jumped up from his desk to chase House, who had already started limping rather quickly out of his office.

"I don't think you should be the one to tell Cameron, you're too wishy washy! I'll relieve you of that burden!"

"House! What are you doing? I can't allow that, she asked me to keep this confidential!"

House smiled and winked at Wilson. "Since when do I adhere to policy?" he snickered, and limped down the corrider, leaving Wilson standing there helplessly. He knew that when House went into "mission mode", there was no sense in trying to stop him.

Wilson walked back to his desk, sat down and let out a long, tired sigh. He hoped that House would go easy on Cameron. In fact, he prayed that he would.

to be cont'd.