Chapter 4

As they sat in the diner waiting for breakfast, House managed to get Wilson to skive off work for a while. It didn't take much persuading.

Both the men had cups of coffee while Katrina had some English tea.

"God I've missed my tea, I've been having withdrawal symptoms and I've only been here a couple of hours" she laughed.

Katrina was on one side of the bench on her own while Wilson and House sat on the other side, staring at her but trying not to look like she had this effect on them that she did.

She always had done, even the summers in England, if you could call them summers. The occasional sunny day followed by days of rain. This had all been ten years since their first visit and it was one they'd all never forget.

"Wilson, can't we just go back to the hotel, this place sucks" whined House, while Wilson was looking at the paintings in awe.

"I paid for your ticket, so you're staying" he replied, feeling as though he was looking after a sulky teenager.

House and Wilson were in their early twenties, visiting an art gallery somewhere in London. Outside the rain was pouring and House's boredom had reached an all time high.

"Why would anybody apart from Wilson want to come here?" House wondered as some school kids on a trip traipsed past him. He went to walk to a bench when someone walked into him.

At first he thought it was a school kid and went to yell at them, but as he looked down he saw a woman of around his age sitting on the floor picking up the stuff she had dropped.

"I'm so sorry", she gasped "I wasn't looking were I was going. God! What I wouldn't give to get out of here," She mumbled, more to herself than House.

"Why are you here then?" he asked looking at her as she rose from the floor.

"Here with my parents, I was trying to escape before you knocked into me." She was trying to be nice but a look came across her face. House looked over at Wilson and called him over.

She was about to walk away when she saw another man approaching; she found herself staring at him like he was a piece of artwork. "Maybe I'll talk to them a while," she thought to herself "At least it'll be better than this art."

Katrina got out of her seat and went to the toilet. When returning, she knocked into someone.

"I'm sorry" she apologised. "It's a bad habit" she looked up and smiled suddenly.

"We've got to stop meeting like this Greg," she teased. He smiled briefly.

"Don't tell me, you'd give anything to leave right now," he asked, pretending to be joking, but he was half serious.

"Actually no" she replied; "I dig the scenery here," she laughed "See you back at the table."

She walked away as he made his way towards the toilet. "I dig you" he thought to himself, "but you might never know"

Katrina saw Wilson sitting on his own, looking at the food hungrily, which was placed before him. Out of politeness he was waiting.

Katrina sat down beside him, looking straight into those hazel brown eyes. How she had missed his stare.

"Ooh, food." She stated, breaking the gaze for a brief second. Wilson kept his gaze at her though; the last time he had seen her was before he married his first wife.

Even though House, Wilson and Katrina had only met up four times in London, they maintained a strong friendship through the use of phone calls.

Wilson had remained in contact with Katrina after the infarction but somehow left the detail of House's thigh out of it. Katrina knew House was lousy at keeping in touch and was thankful Wilson was better with communication other than face-to-face conversation.

Obviously he had told her about the marriages, and even though it had hurt her each time there was a mention of walking down the isle, she had still talked to him on the phone, mainly during morning for her because he was at work during her evening. However, although she had kept communication with Wilson, she still felt she knew House better. "Maybe its because we're alike in a way?" she thought to herself. She rose from the bench and back to her own, feeling as confused as ever.

Was it possible that she had strong feelings for Wilson and House?