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Chapter 24

Wilson waited until Lisa went to the ladies room, before he looked at his phone to find he had nine missed calls from House. This is ridiculous! He thought. No telling how many times he has called Allison. He angrily dialed House's number.

The phone barely rang once when House answered it. "It's about damn time. What if I were having an emergency?"

"The only emergency you are having is your head is up your ass. We both know why you are calling, so stop it. I'm not going to answer and I'm not going to call you back." Wilson spat.

House loved that he had agitated Wilson. "What is she wearing?"

"What?"

"Cameron. What is she wearing?"

"House this is stupid. Shouldn't you just call one of those 900 numbers?"

"Just tell me."

Wilson sighed and decided to amuse his friend, knowing if he gave him what he wanted he might stop calling. "She's wearing black slacks and a white sweater."

"How is she wearing her hair?"

Wilson quickly thought about how Cameron wore her hair. "It's pulled back in a pony tail."

House was silent for a minute. "Does she have lot of make up on?"

"House. Enough! Why the questions?" He whispered loudly into the phone, while watching over his shoulder for any signs of Lisa. The couple sitting at the table next to his, gave him a curious look. Wilson gave them a wry smile and turned away, hating House more.

House continued. "Because if she wears her hair down and took time with her makeup, it means she's interested in you and tonight is personal. But if her hair is up in a ponytail and she's not wearing a lot of makeup, it's not personal and she's not trying to impress you."

"How do you know that? Is this just Cameron or every woman?"

"Cameron. I did learn something the three years she worked for me."

"I really doubt that." Wilson said in a skeptical tone. "So you have been calling to see if Cameron has been hitting on me?"

House didn't answer and Wilson continued. "I thought you were concerned about me taking advantage of her tonight?" Wilson asked referring to the comment House had made earlier.

"Precisely. I didn't want you to take advantage of Cameron coming on to you because she is delirious with emotion."

Wilson couldn't help but smile. "You are so full of shit House. You called because you can't stand the idea of me and Cameron being more than friends. You're jealous."

"I am not and if you are going to analyze the situation, then you need to do it right. I'm just concerned about Cameron and you taking advantage of her emotional state."

Wilson was completely amused. "Why don't you just admit that you feel something for Cameron?"

"Because I don't." House was starting to feel like he was being backed into a corner and he didn't like it.

"Right. Keep telling yourself that. It's being working for the last four years."

House sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I should have known you would twist this around."

"When are you going to learn that the heart never lies?" Wilson said the comment without giving it much thought.

House stared outside and paused... then in a low, serious tone, he answered. "I don't have a heart, remember?"

Wilson realized he had hit home with his comment. He didn't hear House use that tone too often. He looked over his shoulder to see Lisa walking back towards the table. "I'm hanging up now House. Don't call me again." Wilson said sternly.

House didn't smile when he heard the click on the other end. Wilson's words had hit a nerve, leaving him to wonder if they held any truth or not.

He took his empty glass and filled it again with scotch, lit a cigar and sat back down at his piano and began to play the song 'Something in the way she moves,' by the Beatles. Why he chose this song, he didn't know for sure but it seemed to fit the moment.

He thought about tomorrow, Cameron's first day and wondered why he had really asked her back. Was there some hidden reason to why I did it? He wondered. Damn Wilson for making me think about it.

The music filled the silent room and House finally began to relax. A smile crossed his lips as he thought about all the possibilities tomorrow and the days that followed, held.

He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy what was left of the evening.