A/N: Just a short little chapter. I thought I'd post this part as a seperate chapter b/c the next part isn't finished yet. Almost finished though, so it should be up soon. Enjoy and please review!

Chapter 2

Friday had finally rolled around and miraculously, both Wilson and Cuddy been able to prevent House from finding out about their date that night. It was slowly approaching five o'clock, the time they had agreed to meet up outside the hospital, and Wilson was praying his luck would hold out for another ten minutes. The oncologist rose from his desk chair and shrugged off his lab coat before hanging it on the coat rack. He retrieved his jacket from its place on the hook and pulled it on.

As he turned the knob on his door and pulled it open, Wilson came face-to-face with the one person he'd been hoping to avoid on his way out.

"House" he sighed, acknowledging his friends presence as he deftly slipped past him into the hallway and headed toward the elevators, hoping to make a swift retreat.

"Leaving early, Jimmy?" House asked in the tone that told Wilson he was about to be questioned to no end.

"It's almost five," he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Speaking of which, why are you still here? Your definition of a nine to five job means you leave at three."

"Been visiting the poor, dying kids. You know me, can't do enough for the little ones."

"Yes, always the giver," Wilson retorted sarcastically.

"I know, it's a curse," House said with a satisfied smirk. "But you, you're always here till at least 5:30 usually 6. It's also Friday… "

"I finished early today House, stop reading into it."

"…And normally on Fridays," he continued, completely ignoring his friends reply, "you're here even later because he prefer to sulk over your fourth failed marriage in your office as opposed to your empty apartment."

"It's been a long week and I'm tired," Wilson said exasperated, trying to sound convincing as he stepped into the elevator. "Accept it, and shut up."

"Nope. I saw you drink at least three cups of coffee today. Not to mention the fact that you've been extra caring today, more so than usual," he explained. "Which can only mean one thing, you're looking forward to something. By the stupidly boyish grin you've had plastered on your face all day, my guess would be a date."

As House finished his long, elaborate theory, the elevator doors opened to the lobby. As the two exited the elevator, House spotted Cuddy locking her office door. Like, Wilson she was dressed to leave the hospital but before he could catch up and subject her to the same fate as Wilson, she had reached the doors and walked out into the cool night.

"And," House continued adding to his observations as a sigh was heard from his companion. "Cuddy has also been abnormally nice today. Not to mention the extra makeup she's wearing." He paused briefly before declaring smugly, "You have another date with Cuddy."

"No, it couldn't just be that we happen to be leaving the hospital at the same time. You know there is that crazy thing called a coincidence," Wilson replied in a futile attempt to disprove House's statement.

"Nah, your face is a dead give away."

"Do me a favor House, don't send flowers this time," he said and turned to leave and find Cuddy out in the parking lot.

Wilson's reply only confirmed House's suspicions and he yelled after him, "At least wait until after dinner to propose!"

"Night House," Wilson yelled back over his shoulder before the glass doors closed behind him.

"Night Wilson," House said to himself before heading back up to his office to ponder his latest case.