The next morning, Dr. Wilson walked into the hospital on cloud 9. Dr. Cuddy was the first to see him, and she could tell he'd had a good night. "Well, Dr. Wilson, looks like you're feeling better." Cuddy smiled at him knowingly.

He smiled back at her. "Yes, things couldn't be better. Fine morning we're having, don't you think?"

"Fine morning," Cuddy replied cynically. "Watch out for House."

"Oh, he can't get to me today."

"James," Cuddy said, earnestly. "You are not as sly as you think. If I can figure out that something is going on between you and Dr. Cameron, then so can House. Just be careful."

"I'm not worried." James replied cheerily.

"You should be." Cuddy nodded behind James. He turned around to see House approaching. This was it, Wilson thought. If he could make it through the first encounter with House, he would be home free.

House stormed past and Wilson and stopped in front of Dr. Cuddy. "Cameron's out sick."

"OK. And you want me to…?" She questioned a touch of amusement in her voice.

"She's not sick. She just doesn't want to come in. She can't get away with that." House was in rare form.

"But you do it all the time." Cuddy was finding it hard not to laugh. She had never seen this side of House. It amused her to no end.

"I'm never out."

"Not physically. But how many times have I caught you in your office playing video games, or taking extra long lunches with Wilson," she made a sidelong glance at Wilson, who looked down to avoid her gaze. "And don't get me started about clinic duty. You are…"

House cut her off. The last thing he wanted right now was a lecture about clinic duty. "But you know where I am. You can contact me if you need me. I haven't dropped off the face of the earth."

"Dr. Cameron has hardly dropped off the face of the earth. If you need her, call her at home. I am sure that is where she is." She peeked over at Wilson, wondering if she really was at home, yet. He was starting to turn red.

"I don't need her." The word need was much too strong for House, and had the desired effect of lowering his voice. " It's just, she knows where my case files are, and I had to look something up."

"Look it up tomorrow," Cuddy shot back, then walked away. She would have loved to stay and taunt House some more, but she had a meeting with a very important donor, and she couldn't be late.

House turned toward Wilson. "That woman needs to get laid." He smiled. "Do something about it, would you?"

Wilson felt relieved. Maybe House wouldn't ask him about Cameron after all. "You want me to sleep with our boss so she will leave you alone?"

"You're a slut. I didn't think it would be a problem." House took a moment to scrutinize his friend. Something was different. Wilson had been in such a funk the last few months. But today he looked happy, downright giddy.

"What?" Wilson could feel House eyeing him. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Yes," House replied, "the stupidest grin I've ever seen. So, who is she?"

"Who's who?"

"The latest victim of your desire."

"We've been through this already, House." Wilson couldn't believe he'd gotten himself into this conversation again.

"Yes, and we came to Cameron, but I know you let that drop, so who is she?"

"She's none of your business." Wilson turned and walked away. He could feel House trying to catch him up, so he walked faster. He felt bad, knowing House wouldn't be able to go as fast, but he needed to stop this conversation before he said something he would later regret.