Chapter 10: Retaliation.
Later that evening, when most of the hospital staff had left for the evening, Doctor Robinson and Doctor Bennett walked down to the parking garage. Wilson had warned them that something might be up with House and his group of misfits, so they were not surprised to see that their vehicles had been moved, but they were not expecting the extent of the prank that had been pulled.
"Does anyone actually work around here?" Robinson asked as she marveled at the amount of plastic wrap that covered her car, "it's going to take forever to get this stuff off!" She added, miffed.
"I didn't even know they made plastic wrap in different colours," Bennett shouted across the lot from his own vehicle.
"They got Doctor Wilson's car as well," Robinson stated as she scanned the lot, "I didn't think working here would end up being so juvenile."
"Yes you did," Bennett stated, "we all knew the reputation that precedes Doctor House. I was expecting far worse, actually," He said and pulled a utility knife out of his briefcase. "I don't expect this to end here. As long as we are occupying their office space, we will be tormented, but that doesn't mean we can't retaliate."
"I was always taught never to stoop to someone else's level," Robinson stated and helped pull the plastic away from the first vehicle."
"Then you will be a push-over!" Bennett retorted, "whereas I, for one, am not going to let them get away with this. I was in a fraternity in college before heading to med school; I know what a rite of passage this is going to be."
"So you suggest that we pull pranks on them?" Dr. Robinson asked as she searched the lot for some kind of trash receptacle.
"Absolutely! And I have a few ideas," Bennett nodded.
The next morning found Wilson and his fellows gathered once again in the conference room.
"How can you be so calm?" He asked as he watched the young woman and the burly young man stare at him as he paced.
Piper-Lyn Robinson was a young woman of slight build who specialized in pediatric oncology. Her demeanor was calm and collected, but her eyes told a different story- a flicker of mischief danced in those eyes, as she watched her new boss pace. She was more prone to being the silent observer but took great pleasure in the folly of man. Doctor House was a puzzle in and of himself and would be interesting to watch, mainly from a behavioral stand point.
William Jefferson Bennett was a burly man of African descent. His family had moved to the United States when he was just a baby and brought him up to respect his new country and the opportunities he had been given. Early on in his life, he had decided upon joining the police force, and indeed, his physical strength and personality would have served him well as an officer of the law, but after two years of police academy training, he went back to school, graduated top in his class and was accepted into Princeton's very prestigious medical school. This hospital was his Alma mater and he was very happy to have this job. Physically he looked nothing like a doctor, but he was soft spoken and yet quite aggressive, he was very proud to have found a place in oncology and was looking forward to working with Doctor Wilson, who also had a reputation as a very brilliant doctor.
"We've decided that it would be better for us to simply sit back and observe the hazing rituals as they progress." Bennett smiled.
"I don't believe you," Wilson said as he walked to the coffee machine.
"I hope you don't take sugar in your coffee, Doctor Wilson," Robinson said.
"I do, why?" Wilson asked.
"Because there is salt where the sugar should be," She answered.
"Aside for moving our cars and wrapping them in plastic wrap, we believe that there are other things that have been done to cause amusement for Doctor House and his fellows." Bennett said.
"And you're ok with this?" Wilson asked.
"Oh yes, it's all in good fun," Robinson answered.
"But we would suggest you don't use the adjoining door to try and get into House's office if you can avoid it." Bennett said and smiled at Robinson.
"What did you do?" Wilson asked.
"You'll see," Robinson smiled.
"House may have won the battle but the war ain't over yet," Bennett smiled .
Wilson was now beginning to piece together just what was going on.