Yay my first House MD fiction. It'll be a House/Wilson friendship pairing with that will also be a Wilson/Cuddy fic. Because I think the two of them would be so cute together.

Its seven am Friday morning when James Wilson's alarm goes off. He rolls out of bed and turns to see his wife roll over back to sleep. No good morning, nothing. He turns back and sighs when he hears his wife stir again. "James," she mumbles, he turns to her hoping for some sign of affection from her. But he knew better, she hasn't even touched him in nearly a month, "Don't forget to pick of food for your dog. I'm getting tired of hearing him whine." Wilson nodded.

"Yes Julie," he replied. He gets up and goes through his normal daily routine of getting read to go to work. As he gets into his car he checks his wallet to find he had no cash. He curses silently to himself, as he pulls up at the bank, he knew it was going to be a bad day. He drive up to the ATM to find it's not working, "Damn," the cursed out load as he checks his watch. Well he thought I'm already late I might as well just go in. He fumbles around with the pen filling out the withdraw slip and trying hard to remember his account number. He finally gets in line when his beeper goes off, it was Cuddy, and he calls her back on his cell.

"Hello, Dr. Cuddy's office,"

"Hi Cuddy, its Wilson, what's up?"

"I, was just wondering where you were, It's not like you to be late." She sounded a bit worried. Wilson always liked that she seemed to look out for him. He looked at his watch again and saw that a half an hour had passed while he was waiting in line making him an hour late.

"Yeah, I'm sorry; I'm at the bank I've got to get some cash to buy dog food. He'll only eat the stuff from the breeder's place, and he doesn't take anything but cash. Julie won't have anything to do with the dog so I've got to pick it up too." Cuddy caught his sigh.

"Don't worry about it thing are slow down here anyway. I was just wondering if anything was up."

"Yeah listen, I shouldn't be too much longer…" the he hesitated and saw out of the corner of his eye a guy looking really nervous and sweating profusely. Wilson's first though was that the man was ill but then he saw him pull out a gun. "Cuddy… Cuddy, Lisa…" he screamed into the phone, but she had already hung up.

"Everyone get down," the man screamed, a young girl who was two people behind Wilson screamed and the gun went off. No one was expecting that to happen, even the criminal looked shocked at what he had done. Everyone just stood there and looked at the girl who had been shot; she couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old. "Oh God," the man screamed, "See, See, you all have to listen to me get down now, now you," he pointed the gun at the teller, "all the money into this bag." While the man was collecting the money Wilson scooted himself closer to the girl and felt for a pulse. He found one. It was week but she was still alive. He started taking off the girl's shirt to get a look at the wound when the criminal turned around. "Hey you, what are you doing? Get away from her." the crook yelled.

"Sir, I'm a doctor, this girl is still alive," he said while standing up with his hands out to show he was unarmed. "Please if you let me help her, she will live. You're the boss here, but you can't let her die."

"That's right I'm the boss and I said get down," the crook yelled back him.

"Please, just let me help her. I know you didn't mean to shoot her, so please you don't want her death on your conscience. At least let me call 911 for her."

"And have every cop in the city come after me, No Way." Wilson looked and saw that one of the tellers had tripped the silent alarm.

"Please," the teller pleaded with the man, "the police are already coming, just let the doctor take her out so she can get help." The crook got furious. Wilson winced; he knew that teller should not have told the crook that at cops were coming. The crook then turned towards Wilson who was reaching for his pager that was going off again and fired two shots.

Meanwhile back at the hospital, House went up to Wilson's office to talk to him. "Wilson's going to be late he got stuck at the bank," House turned around.

"Ahh Dr. Cuddy to what to I own this pleasure." He said to her.

"Just want to remind you, you owe still own me three clinic hours this week." She gave him a small smile. House grimaced, and walked toward the clinic. He passed a TV in the waiting room that had some daytime show on it. But a breaking news alert came across the screen. He gave it a glance as he passed. Something about a bank robbery in progress and the criminal was holding the people inside hostage. He didn't give it a second though except in the back of his head he heard Cuddy's voice saying, "He's going to be late, he had to stop at the bank. He Had to stop at the bank… Bank… Bank"