Wooed For Years

Wilson's eyebrows shot up even further when House tried to play off the briefcase as a present. That was so unbelievable that it only convinced him he was right. House's quick attempt to get the briefcase out of his sight was just more evidence. Whatever House was up to, it was bigger than he'd thought, and he'd certainly just stumbled over a clue. That House had stolen the briefcase crossed Wilson's mind, but he had no idea why House would want such a thing; it looked like an item directly from House's catalogue of things to make fun of. "Just like all our Hannukahs," Wilson said. "My heart's aglow with the holiday spirit already." He shook his head, acting as if he was dropping the subject. Which he wasn't, and which he was certain House would know he wasn't, but they could both pretend. Wilson fought down a slight urge to conduct a complete search of House's apartment whether House objected or not, but he settled for fixing House with an admonishing stare. "Try not to make it a lost weekend," he said, pointing at House to emphasize the point. "Your team's going stir crazy. Foreman's not doing anything to keep an eye on them, either."

Sighing, since it was likely House wouldn't listen to him and he'd end up making excuses on House's behalf to Cuddy (again), Wilson opened the door and stepped out. He'd wasted enough time chasing House down. Although he wasn't about to forget about this. And sooner or later Wilson would figure out exactly what House was hiding.