Author's Note: I hate filler chapters! I'm sorry it's late and it's short, but I really hate fillers! They give me headaches, though that might be because I end up hitting my head on the desk over and over again. Ah well, please forgive me and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own either House M. D. or Bleach, nor am I making any profit off of this.

Chapter 9: Phone Call Ending and Preparations

Several hours passed while the trio discussed the implications of the inability to contact HQ, as well as what had to be done before the incoming meeting. They hammered out every detail they could think of, from late planes to car rentals. They even went over housing arrangements and what the eavesdropping Diagnostics team was sure was some sort of code when they started talking about katanas and abilities.

Turning his attention once more to the communicator House said softly, "I know you. Quit worrying, everything will be fine."

"It's not everything I'm worried about," grumbled the blonde male at the other end of the phone, "It's you I worry for!"

Chuckling House replied, "And I worry about you, Onii-san, but you don't see me talking it out on a poor, defenseless fan, now do you?"

Glancing down the other had to pout as he realized just how mangled his fan had become in his nervousness. "Well, shoot."

Laughter resounded around the room at that, making a smile cross the perturbed male's face. Trust this to be turned on him.

After several moments House seemed to suddenly get serious as he voiced a concern that had been floating around in his mind, "Sooo, who's going to tell the boss?"

Wilson and Kisuke paled at the thought before a stream of 'not it's' began running throughout the room. Sighing House stated, "Well, I guess we're just going to forget to inform him until the others arrive."

Snorting Urahara gave his thoughts on the matter, "You know he'll just kill you if that happens."

"Maybe not," Wilson stated, deep in thought, "I mean, the two are surprisingly good friends, even if the boss does hate everything about what he is."

Looking between the two, House did something that he was becoming very familiar with, the face-desk. No, not the face palm, but the face-desk. Why him?

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"I can't wait for tomorrow," Wilson stated sarcastically after they decided on the cowards approach on the boss issue. This statement was greeted by a pair of rolled eyes, at the same time. Growling uncharacteristically for him he yelled, "Will you two quit doing that!"

Laughing they replied, "Nope!" at the same bloody time again! Wilson was beginning to wonder if he could prescribe himself some headache meds and not be questioned on it. After all, he wasn't House and didn't want to be admitted to the insane asylum when he told them, "No, I'm fine. Just a headache from listening to two House's argue and synchronize their answers all in an attempt I'm pretty sure to drive me bonkers." That wouldn't go over well.

Once more laughing at his friend House turned to his brother and informed him regretfully, "It appears I need to go get the padded room ready for Wilson. After all, by this time tomorrow he will have met most of my squad."

Chuckling Kisuke replied, "Just be careful, little brother. No blowing up buildings, no setting the hollows on the newbies, and above all no rule breaking!"

Staring incredulously at the elder Hayato replied, "And you tell me this why, Mr. Hypocrite?"

"Because as the big brother I'm supposed to warn you off my mistakes!" Joked the other before getting serious once more, "Just be careful, 'kay?"

Eyes softening Hayato responded, "Don't worry Onii-san, I will. Good bye."

"Bye." Was the reluctant reply before they both shut off the communicators with equal sighs, neither ready to leave the other once more.

Looking over at the amused Wilson, House growled, "Not a word!"

Wilson merely chuckled. The next few weeks were going to be very interesting indeed.

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Author's Note: Please Review! And can anyone guess who the boss is? The awesome ariedling came up with this idea, so hope you enjoy!