House was hiding away like usual, trying to avoid clinic duty like it was a plague. Which in his mind it was, there was nothing more demeaning and tedious then taking care of everyday ills. He sat back in a seat with his feet up on the bed inhabited by a coma victim, eyes locked on the television screen where his favorite drama was playing. With a glance at his watch he knew that at any minute Wilson would walk through those doors, having been searching for him for that last thirty minutes for Cuddy. As if on cue, Wilson came in in a flurry of a white lab coat and stern looks. "House what do you think you are doing?" he snapped in frustration, arms crossed over his chest with that disappointed look he always adopted when he tried to scold house. "Uhm- watching after this good man here." he gently patted the Coma patients arm with a flash of an innocent smile. "house you have a case to go over with your team," House looked at the other suspiciously trying to deduce whether or not this was a trick to get him to come out of hiding and become trapped in hours of clinic duty that would more than likely get him into more trouble than less. "Ok." he grabbed his cane and rose to his feet, leaning against his cane as he walked past Wilson, patting him on the shoulder slightly. "Good work, took you less time to find me than the other day." he teased as he left the room and a flustered Wilson to go back to his teams meeting room. The only person he was looking forward to seeing during this sit down and that was Chase. His beautiful little Omega.