After spending an hour in various stores looking for the perfect dress, Liz finally found one she liked. It was all black and kind of drapey. It made her look like a goddess so she bought it. She went to a shoe store next and found a comfortable pair of dress shoes, ones she could dance in. She had remembered the dancing part just a few minutes before entering the store and as glad she had because she would have gotten a pair of strappy things that weren't much to walk in let alone dance in.

After making her purchases she headed for her apartment. She put the dress in her closet and changed her clothes. She had decided that, lunch or not, she was going to visit James at work. She walked out to the street and hailed cab to take her to the hospital.

Walking up to the main doors gave Liz an odd feeling. The last time she was here, she had been poisoned by her own mother and left for dead. It had been House that had saved her and she was grateful. She made a mental note to see him before she left.

She spied House's fellows as she walked through the clinic.They looked ragged and tired. House must be working them extra hard today. She felt bad for them. But she trotted up the stairs and turned left. The door was shut but the light was on. She knocked on the door.

"Come in." said the voice Liz was hoping to hear.

"Not too busy are you?" she asked, poking her head into the room.

Looking up from his paperwork, James Wilson beamed at the sight before him. Elizabeth, in a tee shirt and jeans, standing in his doorway smiling at him. "No, just working on some stuff. It can wait. Come in." He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. Liz too the seat. "What brings you here?" he asked her.

"Was bored, so I thought I'd come bug you for a while, my friend is sick of me already." she laughed.

"How nice of you." Wilson replied with a smile. He hoped he wasn't looking overly happy to see her. "Does House know you're here?" he asked leaning over his desk as if what he was asking was a secret.

"Nope, not yet." Liz said, leaning in as well. "Why are we whispering?" she asked with a snicker.

"The walls have ears." he told her as he pointed toward House's office.

"Ahh, I see." said Liz as she sat back. "Let him hear. I don't care."

Wilson shook his head. "I don't know what to make of you sometimes. You're completely unpredictable, you know that?"

Liz smiled. "Yes." she said with confidence. Wilson laughed. "I wanted you to know that I have my dress and shoes and I'll be ready by eight. You are picking me up right?"

"Yes." answered Wilson. "You know, you could have told me this over the phone."

"But then I wouldn't get to actually see you."

"A method to the madness?"

"You could say that."

The door, which wasn't entirely closed, swung open suddenly. "Busted." House said as he sidled into the room.

"Damn, and I was just about to take my top off." Liz said with a hint of venom. "You really have bad timing, you know that?"

House shook the visual from his brain, as if it hurt him. "What time are we meeting? And where are we meeting?" he asked Liz, making sure to address her face to face. He was now sitting on Wilson's desk.

Liz grinned and stood up to meet the older man's gaze. "The band starts at ten thirty so meet me no later than nine thirty..." she paused and grinned. "At Velvet Moon."

House dropped his cane. Wilson dropped his pen. Liz snickered. She had gotten the desired reaction from both of them.

"Velvet Moon?" House repeated. As in the ultra posh, V.I.P. only club? Owned by Jesse Amarantha?"

Liz nodded. "The very same." She smiled at House then turned her attention to Wilson. "Coral says "hi", ok." James only gaped at her. Liz repressed another laugh.

House was on his feet, caneless. "You've net Jesse?" he asked her. It was more of an order really. Liz nodded.

"She's my High Priestess." She smiled at House. "How do you think I knew to come to you when I got so sick? Jess told me to see you. Said you'd fix me right up. She was right. She says "thanks" and to be on your best behavior with me."

House stood there, dumbstruck. His mouth hanging open stupidly. Wilson was holding his own head and muttering something to himself. Liz caught the words "twins" and "wow" and she had to suppress a smile.

She patted James on his shoulder and said happily "See you at Eight, then, ok?" He nodded silently. Liz walked over to the door. "You two have a good day today. Blessed Be!" and she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. She was almost down the stairs when James came up behind her.

"What have you heard exactly?" he asked her. Liz smiled. "Lizzie, I want to know."

"There are very few secrets in the coven, James. The twins didn't go into detail but they were... pleased. They're happy for us, that we found each other."

Wilson was floored. "Uh, I,..." He followed her down the stairs the rest of the way. "So you know? About me and Amber and Coral?"

Liz stopped and turned to face him. "Yeah. It's no big deal. They're cool with it, so I'm cool with it. Are you cool with this?"

Wilson took in a deep breath and shook his head. "I don't know. This is completely out of left field. I was not expecting you to know them."

"How many Wiccans in the city and you didn't expect me to not know them?" asked Liz. It was a loaded question and she didn't really expect him to come up with a real answer.

"I didn't expect you to know them... as intimately."

"Well... not as intimately as you.. but..." she snickered. Wilson's shoulders drooped. "Oh, come on now. It's not the end of the world. It's the same situation as if I'd known one of your ex-wives. Who cares? I don't."

Wilson nodded. "I guess you're right." he said quietly. "I'll see you later then? Eight?"

Liz nodded and leaned in and kissed him softly on his cheek. "That wasn't so bad was it?" She smiled at him, looking him in his eyes. "I'll be ready when you get to my place."

Liz exited the hospital and hailed a cab and headed home to shower and meditate before her date. It was nearly 4:00. She had time to relax so she was taking it.

Wilson returned to his office to find House still leaning against his desk. "Don't you have your own office? " he asked.

"She knows Jesse." he said

"Yeah, nice epiphany, get out of my office so I can work." James pushed his friend off the desk and straightened his papers.

"I wonder what she's doing?" House wondered aloud.

"Who, Jesse or Liz?" asked Wilson.

House, realizing he had been talking out loud shook his head and muttered "Jesse" He picked up his cane and headed out of Wilson's office and into his own. He sat in his desk chair and clicked an icon on his computer. A picture of him and Jesse popped up on the screen. House sighed. "No wonder I'm drawn to Liz. Jesse taught her. I could sense it on her." he muttered as he stared at the digital photo. He was jerked back to reality when his pager went off, his newest patient needed him. Sighing heavily, Greg House rose and went off to do his job.

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Liz was in a deep state of relaxation when the door to her apartment opened and Amy stepped in. She tossed the keys to Liz's little Chevy onto a small table by the door and walked over to Liz. "You forgot your car." she muttered.

"No I didn't. I left it for you." said Liz, her eyes closed and head down. "How was your afternoon?"

"Amy plopped down onto the sofa and, kicking her shoes off, put her feet on the table. "You were right. I had to go into a hotel room and retrieve Joey from under the cover of some strange girl's bed." Amy let out a visible shiver. "Not something I ever want to do again."

Liz stretched out her legs and stood up. "Now you know what I go through every show. EVERY SHOW, Amy." She laughed. "I, uh, went to see James today."

Amy leaned forward. "And?..."

"And.. House showed up and I kind of busted myself out in front of both of them."

"How?!" asked Amy with intrigue.

"I mentioned the twins and Jesse." Liz replied sheepishly.

"No!" Amy gasped. "You did not."

"I did." Liz slumped down on the sofa next to her friend. "You should have seen the look on James' face. It was like I'd dropped the Atom Bomb in his office. It had to have been a real shock. Not how I wanted to do that. I wanted to be able to tell him in a safe quiet place. Away from House."

"How did it slip? What brought up their names?"

Liz swallowed hard. "House brought up the concert and asked where we were meeting. I had to tell him. It wasn't as if I could keep it a secret from him and expect him to miraculously show up at the club. He may be a genius doctor but he's no psychic." She lowered her head. "What if James hates me now?"

Amy lay her hand on her best friend's shoulder. "I'm sure he won't hate you, Liz. Only Joey hates you." Liz forced a smile. "He'll show. I know he will. He'll want to talk about it further. Find out how much you know." Amy leaned in. "How much do you know?"

"Amy!" Liz shouted, startling her friend to the edge of the cushion. "First off, it's none of my business. Secondly, even if I did know more, it's not like I'd tell you. You don't tell me about what you and Danny do." She shivered. "I know, personally, I don't want to know what you and Danny do." Amy grinned and snickered. "Leave him be when he gets here, ok. I don't want you scaring him off."

"Am I scary?" asked Amy with a wicked grin.

"Sometimes." Liz shot back. "Just try to wait your shower until after we leave. Last guy that came to pick me up got an eye full of you in a towel."

"What's so wrong with that?" Amy shrugged.

"You were pregnant." Liz said, her voice deadpanned.

Amy laughed. "Oh, yeah. I was wasn't I?" She puffed out her chest. "I miss pregnant boobs." she mused. Liz couldn't help it. She let out a laugh that rang to every corner of the apartment. "What?! I do. It's a simple statement of fact."

"You're a retard." Liz shot at her friend. "I gotta get cleaned up. If he comes early, let me know. I'm hopping in the shower."

"Should I send him in?"

Liz hung her head and shook it from side to side. "I'm going to take my shower now. Behave."

Amy pointed to herself innocently. "Who, me? I'm always on my best behavior."

Liz scoffed and retreated to the bathroom and took her shower.

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James Wilson sat in his car. The car was parked on the street in front of Elizabeth's apartment. His head was resting on the steering wheel. "Just go up." he said to himself. He turned off the engine and got out. He stood fro a second staring up at the fourth floor window that was most likely her's. With a heavy sigh, he walked into the building and ascended the stairs.

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Liz stood in front of her full length mirror as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. Amy poked her head into the room and gasped. "Wow!" she said as she took in the vision of her friend. "And here I was thinking you couldn't pull off the whole girly look." Liz shot her the finger. "Ahh, there she is. thats my girl."

Liz headed over to her very small jewelry box, which was, in fact, an old shoe box, and pulled out a dazzling pair of silver hoops along with a pair of diamond studs. "Which ones?" she asked.

Amy examined the dress and the shoes. "Either one will work. Are you going for glamor or just plain old vixen?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of elegance." Liz returned to the mirror and held one of each earring to her ear over and over. Neither one looked right. "Maybe I'll just go without."

"No, you need earrings." She rummaged through the box. "Here, try these." she tossed Liz a pair of silver stud earrings with tiny pink stones set into them. "These will be nice. And they'll give you some added color."

After Liz set them in her ears she examined herself. "Not bad, Aim. How'd you get so good at this whole thing?"

Amy leaned against the dresser. "My Grandma was a beautician. I worked in her shop during the summer when I was a teenager."

Liz made a sound of 'hmm' before sitting down on the bed to put her shoes on. "I hope these things don't kill my feet. James said something about dancing."

Amy leaned down and eyed the heels. "The heels seem wide enough. I think you'll be ok. Just don't do any fancy moves. I'd hate for you to have to spend the next six weeks in an ankle cast."

"Me too." said Liz. She stood up. "I think they make me a bit taller too. Not too much though."

Amy nodded. "Yeah. I'd say your at least five feet five now." She snickered. "Its an improvement." Liz tossed her wet towel at Amy. Amy left the room laughing.

Liz stood in front of the mirror for another second or two and was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. Liz nearly jumped out of her skin. Her eyes darted to the clock. "Eight O- Five." she said aloud. "Right on time." She heaved out a breath and walked to the living room. Amy had let him in and was standing perfectly still, studying him.

Wilson shifted his weight uncomfortably. He smiled when he saw Liz emerge from her room. She looked stunning. "You look nice." he managed to say. His throat was dry and words were difficult to form.

"Liz smiled back at him sweetly, relieved that he had actually showed. "Amy." she said calmly. Amy looked up. "That's enough." she said. Amy nodded and retreated to the sofa in silence. Liz turned to Wilson. "Are you ready?"

With a relieved sigh, he nodded "Yes." He offered Liz his arm, which she took gracefully. He smiled and turned to Amy. "I promise I'll have her home before too late." The comment knocked the wind out of Liz as she tried to speak. All that would come out was a squeaky laughter. Amy turned to him and gave him a most curious look, nodded and flipped on the TV.