Chapter 13: Rumours

For the next week, Wilson watched both house and Cuddy very closely.

Sometimes he was asked by House, "What the hell are you staring at?"

Cuddy didn't seem to notice Wilson's curiosity.

He did notice that they hadn't spoken to each other or looked at each other while the other one was watching for almost two weeks. If they needed to know something they sent messengers like Cameron or Foreman.

Wilson walked into the diagnostics conference room to find House's three team members there.

They looked up as he came in.

"We need to talk," he said.

"We do?" asked Foreman.

"Yes. I just need to ask you a question."

They leaned in to listen as it looked like he was about to disclose a secret.

"Have you noticed anything odd about House and Cuddy recently?"

"Yeah," said Foreman as if Wilson should know the answer already. "House sent me to talk to Cuddy."

"They've been ignoring each other," analysed Cameron. "Avoiding each other. And if they didn't want anyone to notice, they're not doing a very good job."

Chase was the only one who didn't say anything.

Because of this, everybody looked at him expectantly.

He looked at his hands. But his expression was too shifty to misinterpret.

"Oh my God," said Wilson. "You know something." He pointed excitedly. "Spill," he ordered.

"I don't know anything," protested Chase. "I'm serious."

"Liar," said Wilson.

"No, I'm telling the truth."

"Whatever," Wilson turned, unconvinced and left.

After he had gone, Cameron and Foreman continued what they were doing. Chase, however, didn't, and he looked quite guilty and unsure of himself.

On an impulse, he followed Wilson out of the room.

He grabbed him by the shoulder.

Wilson turned around.

"OK," Chase admitted. "I do know something."

"I knew it!" exclaimed Wilson happily. "Now tell."

"I think," Chase murmured, looking from side to side anxiously, "that they were having a relationship. I walked in on them making out three times." He grimaced as if disgusted by the memory. "But not for a couple of weeks now. You know, since they started becoming distant."

Wilson's jaw had dropped, but a smile crept onto his face.

"But," interjected Chase. "I was ordered not to tell."

"OK, man," Wilson promised. "Thanks a lot."

He slapped Chase brotherly on the shoulder and skipped off, smiling brightly. The cat was out of the bag.