disclaimer: i do not own house m.d. or any of the characters
"Why are we doing this again?" Foreman asked as he slipped through the door Cameron had just jimmied open. Wilson's place was immaculate. Foreman closed the door behind him and turned to face Cameron.
"Well, he needs his fridge cleaned out and we should make sure it's clean. I mean what if he has a pet?" Cameron was as awestruck as Foreman at the cleanliness of Wilson's apartment. Even as she spoke she knew he didn't have any pets. She had to admit that this puzzle was getting to her. How could they all have missed the signs?
"If that's the case, why don't we just ask House for the keys? It would have been easier. Not as much fun as breaking and entering, but easier." Foreman closed the blinds so no one could see them as they canvased Wilson's apartment.
"You don't just jump to suicide. There has to be something we missed." Cameron walked a little farther into Wilson's apartment and started looking through his cabinets. They were as organized as the rest of his house. His spices were alphabetized, all the canned goods lined up, and the boxed foods lined up by size.
"You're sounding more and more like House every minute. I hope you know that." Foreman watched Cameron turn around and glare at him. He shrugged his shoulders at her glare. They were here and they might as well do something.
"So don't help." Cameron made her way to the bedroom and started pulling open drawers. All his clothes were pressed and stacked neatly. "I wish my place could be this organized. Maybe I'd actually be able to find something once in awhile."
"So what exactly are we looking for?" Foreman had gathered Wilson's mail and was flipping through it. He set it on the nightstand next to the bed and watched Cameron.
"Something that indicates that he was depressed. A journal, overdue notices on bills, anything." Cameron continued her search as Foreman walked out. It was almost seven when they had finished checking everything. She walked out into the kitchen and waited for Foreman to finish checking the bathroom.
"Did you find anything?" Foreman walked out of the bathroom empty handed. He watched Cameron shake her head. "Maybe there wasn't anything to find. Maybe he got rid of it, or maybe the police confiscated it. You don't think House would have hidden it do you?"
"No. House blames himself. If he knew why Wilson was depressed he wouldn't be kicking himself so badly." She was, in a way kind of relieved that whatever had been bothering Wilson wasn't staring them right in the face.