A little Epilogue presented itself to me last night, and I thought I would share it. You've all been so kind in your reviews. It is just a little bit of closure for the dynamic duo. You can decide if they are talking about the vicodin or something else. Just to be clear, I still own none of the characters.

"What's this?"

"Hmmm?" Chase looked up from the folded paper in his lap. "Oh. Coffee."

Cameron frowned as she put her briefcase on the floor beside the table. "I can see that. Where did it come from?"

"Wilson, I think." Chase pointed his pen towards House's office before picking up his own cup from the table and going back to what he was doing.

"Wilson?" She glanced up. "His car is not in the parking lot."

"What? So?"

"So. Its Monday morning, Wilson is sitting in House's office, and his car is not in the lot." Chase just blinked at her. "None of that strikes you as strange?" Chase said nothing, just shrugged. "What do you know?" She stood in front of him, insinuating herself into his peripheral vision.

"I found a bottle of vicodin in House's desk drawer Friday afternoon."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Chase noticed she did not bother to ask what he was doing in House's desk. Was he that despised that even she would not question it? He bit the end of his pen. Let her think what she wanted. He glanced through the glass. House was staring directly at him. Chase looked away and up at Cameron.

"You asked what I know." He shrugged. "That is what I know." What else he knew, he did not share. That he had walked into the office this morning to find Wilson already here with House, he did not mention. What they were doing, he did not mention. It was open to interpretation. Let Cameron draw her own conclusions. She would not hear it from Chase, and neither would anyone else. Let this be his way of acknowledging that he still had a job, that he was worth something to House. That he could be trusted.

"I'm going to find out what is going on."

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"Why?"

"Well, for one thing, the door is locked."

"They locked themselves inside the bubble?" Chase shrugged yet again. "What do you think is going on?" Cameron was studying him.

"What is a six letter word for don't care, none of our business?"

"Apathy?"

"Sure." Chase refrained from pointing out Wilson had six letters.

From inside the office, Wilson watched Cameron finger the lid of one of the coffee cups, but she turned away and began to make her own pot. "Who passes up Starbucks for office coffee?"

House sighed. "Someone who does not believe in gift horses."

"Someone who still might not be over you?"

"Nothing to get over." House looked over at Wilson. "Really."

"I know." James made a face. "What are you going to tell the ducklings?"

"Why tell them anything?"

"Greg, you will have to say something eventually."

"Says who? It's nobody's business."

"Are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry about my fourty bucks."

"That is not what I meant."

"I know what you meant."

"So?"

"No, James, I am not sorry." House looked up. "I just never thought it would happen. I'm not sure where to go from here." He pulled his vicodin from his jacket pocket. "I can't go back." He placed the bottle on the desk and stared at it.

"Do you want to go back?"

"No. But this is a whole different game now"

"We will figure it out, Greg." James placed a hand on House's shoulder. "My batting average is improving."