James Wilson looked down at the form he was filling out and sighing softly he looked over the list of charges, resisting arrest, speeding, driving without a license, possession of a Class 3 narcotic, "Jesus," he thought, " House really went and did a number this time." He looked once more at the amount of bail 150 thousand dollars was a lot and even ten percent was a lot to get at one time. Wilson cringed as he handed the cashiers check for 15 thousand dollars over to the clerk. He had always been a saver, socking money away for a rainy day, but lately the rainy days tended more and more to be related to House. That man was going to bleed him dry faster than any of his ex wives Wilson thought ruefully.
Wilson went to wait outside; the stuffy atmosphere of the Municipal Center was getting to him and frankly pacing in a courthouse just looked suspicious. House's phone call had been brief; he just told Wilson he needed his spare cane brought to the courthouse when Wilson came to bail him out. No more was said and House had cut the call short when Wilson had pressed for details. Now, as Wilson waited for his scruffy friend to exit the courthouse he swore this was it, this was going to be the last time he bailed House out of a jam. This time he meant it.
The End
A/N DUDE I totally called it, right down to the drunk guy in the cell with House. I must be psycho...or else I have watched way to many cop programs. Anyways, this is it, the end of the line. Thanks for taking the ride with me, please use caution opening the overhead bins as luggage may have shifted during flight. Please collect all belongings. We know that you have many options in your fanfiction readership and we thank you for choosing our story, and ask that you choose us again in the future.
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