Disclaimer: I do not own House tears , or any other characters from the show House M.D. I do, in fact, own the characters that will appear in this story, but do not appear on the regular seasons of House M.D.

A/N: I'm doing a chapter story. If it gets too stupid, please stop me before I drive y'all crazy with my foolishness. I've had the idea for a few months now and wanted to put it in writing (or maybe I should say typing). Please enjoy! Also, please, don't burn me too bad. I LOVE REVIEWS! The girl is from the Bahamas because it was the easiest for me to write, since I live here. Most of you guys reading this don't know me/aren't Bahamian, so this would probably be interesting for you to read (hopefully! sweats ). O well.

The ducklings, and Dr. Wilson were gathered in House's office. Their discussion was on one of Wilson's new cancer patients who had recently taken a turn for the worse. The suspicion was that she probably did not have cancer at all, but something else. After some arguing, House sent each member of his team to an assigned job. When Wilson turned to leave, House called back.

"And you...will go to the airport."

"The airport?" Wilson asked slowly.

House immediately went into sarcastic mode.

"Ya. Did I stutter? I don't think so."

Wilson rubbed his forehead. He knew that he would never get used to this.

"Okay, House. Why do you want me to go to the airport?"

"Because. You are the only one who I trust to not snoop around every nook of my apartment. You spend half of your non-working hours there anyway."

Wilson opened his mouth, but decided to close it back. It was just no use.

"I need you to pick up someone from the airport and take them to my apartment. You can help them get settled in if you want to get out of work. You know I would."

Wilson opened his mouth, but House answered what he was going to ask.

"I have no idea how she looks. To be honest, I haven't seen her since she was three years old."

Wilson only nodded. Then, something caught his attention.

"She?" Wilson asked with a smirk.

"Yeah. She." House replied seriously.

"You don't have a place for a woman to sleep, much less put her stuff ... even if she could handle that couch."

House mock-pouted and said, "Aww, don't worry, Jamie-boy, you can still sleep on your couch."

"House, seriously, where is she going to sleep?"

"I cleared the guest bedroom."

"You mean your junk room? Where'd you put that stuff?"

"In various areas."

"You shoved it in your room and plan on keeping the door closed?"

House grinned. "Exactly."

Wilson looked at his friend in disbelief, while House threw something shiny at him.

"Here's the key. I'll be home by six, at least. Let her know that."

"Will do".

Wilson walked out of House's office with the largest grin. This was going to be good, or crazy. He didn't know what could possess House to let a woman move in with him. House had always said that he liked to be alone. He had never even mentioned her. That meant one of two things: either he really liked her, or she wasn't anything too special. If the latter were correct, then why would she be here? House couldn't possibly like her because he had, basically, never seen her. Maybe House wasn't as visual as Wilson thought that he was. Wilson asked himself a hundred questions, all while chuckling softly and shaking his head. Then, he remembered that he did not know what she looked like. She did not know how he looked, or even who he was. This girl probably did not even know what House looked like, unless someone had a picture of him. Wilson highly doubted that thought. A frustrated sigh was let out as Wilson drove to the airport. He was preparing himself for complete mayhem. The grin was definitely gone.