"Hey, Wilson?" House asked.

"Yes, House?"

"How come you don't bring me flowers anymore?"

"You don't like flowers."

"I never said that. I said I hated roses, not all flowers. An occasional bouquet of orchids or pansies would be nice. Just every once in a while."

"I'll keep that in mind." Wilson said dryly.

"By the way, I need a consult. 22 year old female complaining of stomach problems. Was admitted due to seizures. "

"How often are the seizures?"

"Every two hours. Does it matter?"

"Could be a tumor in the brain. Possibly cancerous. Get an MRI of the brain, then do a contrast MRI of the whole body. Look for tumors in the GI tract or stomach."

House nodded and shambled away.

"House?"

"Mmhmm?"

"What did you need me for? You already knew."

"Bow to the Diagnostic King."

Wilson rolled his eyes.

"You're incorrigible, House."

"Yes, that's what they tell me, along with irresponsible, idiotic, irrepressible, insolent, impudent, impertinent…" House continued to list words as Wilson joined him and they sauntered down the hall.

"Sister Sarah, this is James Wilson. He's a leading oncologist at PPTH and lucky enough to be my best pal. He'll be helping me to diagnose these seizures so we can treat them."

"Oncologist? Do I have cancer?"

"No, Sister, I'm just advising House." Wilson shot House a questioning look.

"Sister Sarah belongs to the Princeton Church of Fire, and is a deaconess and pastor's wife there."

"Did I tell you I was a pastor's wife? No, I'm a Life Pastor. I work with the pastor and his wife to counsel parishioners, especially women, on everyday things."

Wilson and House exchanged looks. Loss of memory and mixing up letters? "This may be more serious than we thought." Wilson murmured.

"Don't scare her." House mouthed.

"Sister, we're going to do a full body contrast MRI, along with a brain MRI. Till then, we'll put ya on a PICC line and get some TPN in ya. "

"TPN?"

"It's a mix of nutrients that comes in liquid form so your stomach won't have to work so hard. It should make life easier."

"Thanks Dr. Wilson. Can I do anything for you?"

"Just pray for me, Sister."

"Saints need prayer?" House's eyebrow tweaked.

"I'm no saint." Wilson laughed self-deprecatingly "Saints don't get stinking drunk and get picked up by the police walking home from their own home."

"True. Saints don't usually lick body shots off of a stripper named Karamel, either."

House and Wilson laughed, remembering Chase's bachelor party short days ago.

"I was going to take a resident home that night."

"Taking advantage of residents. Nice." said House.

"Is there any reason you're still here, House?"

"Lunchtime. You want to eat with the ducklings and Cuddy and sing happy birthday to Chase or eat with a coma patient?"

"Let's go sing Chase happy birthday.":

House moaned. "Do we have too?"

"Yes. Let's go."

House and Wilson joined Chase, Cuddy and Foreman at the table.

"Where's your fiancée, Chase?" House asked.

"Coming, House. She'll be here soon." Cuddy said. "Stop being grumpy."

Cameron's heels clicked as she walked up to the table. "Scoot closer to House, Chase. I need more room."

"Go sit by Cuddy!" House said. "I already sleep with Wilson, I don't want my wee- wee in someone else's crack."

"Greg…." Wilson's voice was dangerously low. "Watch it or no sex for a month."

House's eyes got wide as saucers. "Sorry, Chase. Here, I'll move." He scooted over closer to Wilson and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I didn't mean to."

"It's lunchtime. You're cranky. I know. It's okay."

Cuddy's eyes sparkled as she looked at her two favorite men. The whole hospital had known they loved each other two years before they themselves did, and it was great to see them finally together.

Cuddy snapped herself out of her fantasy. "Time to sing!" she said. She motioned at one of the workers from the cafeteria. "Get the cake." she said.

The whole group, House included, started singing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Chase! Happy birthday to you!"

The cafeteria staff came to the table carrying the biggest cake in the world, which said "Happy Birthday Chase!" on it. Wilson knew he'd pay for this lie later tonight, but hey. He wanted to throw House a surprise party.

"Aww, thanks you guys!" Chase and Cameron said. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"What's with this case?" Cuddy asked.

:"She's got brain and stomach issues. They rarely match up." House said. "Interesting."

"What could cause it?" Cuddy asked.

"She could have neuroplastic syndrome." Cameron said.

"What makes you think of that?" House asked.

"Seizures commonly accompany neuroplastic."

"What kind of cancer?"

"Obviously abdominal."

"Yes, obviously, but rarely." Wilson added.

"True. It's more common with breast cancer." House added.

"Any breast pain, nodules, lumps?" Cuddy asked.

"Not that we noticed when we admitted her." Cameron and Forman said.

"Could the fact that she's delusional be a problem?" House asked.

"What do you mean, she's delusional? I didn't see anything psychiatric on her chart." Chase asked.

"Did you talk to her?" House asked,

"A little. She goes to a church near here, believes in the Holy Ghost and baptism by fire. What's delusional about that? I believe it."

"Yes, Foreman, but you have some common sense. She doesn't." House said.

"House. She's not delusional. She's just an evangelical Christian. That doesn't make her crazy." Cuddy said.

"Just drop it, House, and try to fix her body, not her mind." Wilson said.