The next day, Foreman walked into the conference room and greeted the rest of the team with a questioning look.
"Does House seem different to any of you?"
At this question, Kutner shrugged, Taub rolled his eyes and Thirteen paused to think about it for a moment. She had noticed a change in her boss but thought nothing of it until now.
"He does seem happy or as happy as House could ever be…"
"He's probably high."
The anger in Taub's voice as this was said brought the conversation to a screeching halt as all eyes centered on the short man sitting at the table.
"I'm fed up with everyone talking about House. He's our boss he's not our friend."
That's when a familiar voice could be heard from the hallway that caused Taub to freeze.
"That hurts Kristopher, even cripples have feelings."
Even thought the words sounded sarcastic the look on the diagnostician's face didn't match. There was an heir about House as he entered the room that indicated to everyone in the room that nothing could bring him down today. The smile on his face was a clear sign as well as the light, carefree steps he took while heading over to the coffee machine.
"What?"
"Your in a good mood today. What happened? Did Cuddy revoke your clinic hours?"
"No way, I love the clinic and the dean of medicine's not so bad either."
As this was said, House winked while pouring himself a cup of coffee and trying to ignore the shock expressions of his colleagues.
Before this conversation could continue Wilson walked into the room still wearing his trench coat and holding a brief case in his hand.
"We need to talk."
"Not now, busy."
"The coffee can wait. I need to talk to you."
"Fine. (Turning towards the team) Go away."
As the newest members of the team left the room Foreman continued to sit at the table.
"What part about Go away, don't you understand?"
Rolling his eyes at this comment the neurologist reluctantly left the room while mumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Once they were alone, House and Wilson made themselves comfortable in the office. Or, at least House did, Wilson couldn't bring himself to relax there was to much on his mind so the oncologist could only pace.
"Something you want to talk about Jimmy?"
"I could ask you the same question…your getting married?"
At this question, House sighed to himself while getting up from behind the desk. There were certain things that had to be said so, what better time then the present? Now that Wilson had brought it up there was no turning back.
"Its complicated."
"No its simple. Boy meets girl, Girl meets boy, Boy and Girl fall helplessly in love with one another."
"You've been watching to many soap operas Jimmy, but, I get your point. (Pause) How'd you find out?"
"That look on your face clinched it especially after I got a glimpse of the rock on Cuddy's finger."
"Damn."
Wilson couldn't help but smirk at this while making himself comfortable on the lounge chair.
"So, you and Cuddy I never thought I'd see the day."
"I did, there was always something there."
Before this conversation could continue, House's pager went off diverting his attention from Wilson for the time being.
"Damn."
"What's up?"
"Emergency in the clinic. Some sort of epidemic."
"Let's go."
As they rode the elevator down to the main floor of the hospital, Wilson was silent as House whistled to himself aloud.
"I didn't know you liked Men at Work."
"Cuddy got me into them, that at Colin Hay."
Wilson smirked to himself as they touched down onto the main lobby and the elevator doors opened. Making their way to the clinic a startling realization struck them as the two came upon an empty waiting area with the only person there being the receptionist seated behind the desk.
"Okay…"
Ignoring this comment made by his friend, House made his way over to Cuddy's office just as the dean of medicine walked out into the hallway looking smug.
"Well, how else was I going to get you down here?"
"For what?"
That's when Cuddy's expression softened as she looked deeply into her beloved's eyes.
"The cat's out of the bag Greg."
"You mean?"
"Everyone knows."