A/N: Wow. So, new stuff from me. Unlike my other chapters, this hasn't been sitting in my notebook for months, just a couple of days. Due to popular demand, Wilson will be going out with one of the three candidates sometime in the near future [see below]. Now then, I have some important notes on this chapter. There's a middle section in the second entry with mixed up grammar. I did this on purpose. House attempts to write in third person in order to psycologically distance himself from the event, but he doesn't do a good job of it. It just shows how confused he is about what he wants. [If you took that statement as a hint that House and Wilson will eventually end up together, you might be right. I'm looking at you, Lady Merlin and mokipuppy [I think].

Thank you, noisystar, for all your wonderful reviews! I was so happy to see that you reviewed for many chapters, not just the last one published [like I tend to do]. I's always great to have new readers. Also, thank you for the fave/alert. Same for you, Lady Merlin. As always, thanks to my reviewers: Delu [I think his pain decreases as his amuseent increases, or rather, he just doesn't pay as much attention to it], , DayDreamer221, and whomever else I'm forgetting.

It's self pimpage time! Go check out my new story, "Full House". [Thanks to annabellaurelius who has already alerted it.] It is a series of oneshots at various points in House and Wilson's lives. The first is an alternate version of their first meeting [cuz I wrote it before "Birthmarks," and I like mine better.] ON WITH THE STORY!

I'm a bastard. So what? It's not like he doesn't know that. You'd think he'd learn to expect that kind of thing from me. Pain levels 7.

-H

Cuddy actually kicked me out of the clinic today. Of course, I wasn't doing much of anything in there anyway. If you must know, I was trying to take a nap. She accused me of moping—which I'm not—and sent me back to my office with a new case. [I solved the other one a couple days ago. Here's the synopsis: I was right, they were wrong. Turned out the bruising was from the girl walking into things when she was sleepwalking.]

I don't usually write in this thing at work, but I'm so damn bored. There's nothing to do. Thirteen and Kutner have the patient in the MRI, while my other two minions are checking out his apartment. I can't go bug Wilson 'cause he's still mad at me. I'm not hungry. I'm not even really sleepy. It's boring. I wish that—

Oooh! Speak of the devil, here comes Wilson. I wonder what he wants. More later. Pain levels 6.

Wilson poked his head into my office, his signature apologetic grin plastered on his face. "Hey, can we talk?"

House tossed his per onto his desk and shut the leather-bound notebook he had been writing in before shoving it inside a desk drawer. "Depends. What are we going to talk about?"

Apparently taking that as his cue to start spouting whatever nonsense he had come there to say, Wilson entered the office and seated himself across the desk from the object of his constant annoyance before speaking. "I'm sorry."

I was honestly surprised. I had been expecting a lecture or more raging accusations. House remained silent, though, with his hands clasped before him on the desk and allowed him to continue.

"I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you," he explained. "You were just trying to help me out, albeit in an admittedly unorthodox way."

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" House asked.

Wilson shook his head. "I waste enough time fighting with you as it is. No sense in prolonging it just to be stubborn. Besides, I wanted to thank you."

House's brow wrinkled in confusion. "For what?"

"For setting me up. I thought about it a bit and decided to call Robert yesterday. We're having dinner on Friday."

"Robert?"

"Smith. The banker whose profile you gave me."

Oh. That guy. "You're actually going out with him? I thought you didn't want anything to do with the people I picked out for you."

"Well, he seemed nice when I talked to him on the phone." He paused. "You're not invited, House. Don't show up at the restaurant like you did when I was eating with my parents."

House shot him his best innocent smile. "Now why would I do that?"

Wilson stood and walked to the door. "Just mind your own business for once. I'll tell you about it afterwards."

"Fine."

"See you, House."

I told Wilson I wouldn't show up to the restaurant, so I won't. Now the question is how to be there without actually being there. I need eyes in that restaurant. Wilson won't ell me everything that happens on his date, so I need someone to spy on him for me. Chase and Cameron have no reason to do what I say, and Cuddy is completely out of the question. Foreman simply won't do it, and Kutner not only stands out too much, but he's also bound to screw it up somehow. That leaves Taub and Thirteen. They both blend in pretty well in a crow. [Hell, you can't even see Taub.] It's better for them to go in a pair so they don't look suspicious. I hope Mrs. Taub doesn't mind.

Step 1: find out the name of the restaurant and the time of their date. Step 2: I don't know yet. I'll figure that out later. Pain levels 7.