Rendezvous
Who: Cade, Wilson, House
Where: Jazz club
What: An evening out
When: 2 June, Friday evening
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Wilson looked around anxiously as he inched the car forward, searching for a parking spot. He was already running behind and he didn't want Cade thinking Wilson had stood him up. It wasn't unusual for him to work late on a Friday but he'd gotten hung with a patient who'd had a bad reaction to one of her chemo drugs. Next thing he knew, it was almost eight o'clock. Fortunately the club was only about fifteen minutes from the hospital but now that he was literally only feet from the front door he couldn't find a parking space.
Suddenly, a couple of car lengths ahead of him, a car pulled away from the curb. Wilson shot forward and swerved into the spot before anyone else could take it.
He let out a sigh of relief as he turned off the engine. Of course, getting away from work hadn't been Wilson's only challenge. He'd also had to get away from House. That hadn't been as difficult as it might have been. The two of them were still having a sort of passive-aggressive battle over House's roaming eyes. Or mind. Or whatever it was that House thought he was doing by sneaking out with Cade.
Admittedly, Wilson was doing the same thing but his motives, while not entirely pure, were different from House's. Wilson genuinely wanted to enjoy a little live music and a little friendly company. He also thought he might some better idea of what House had been telling Cade but if that didn't happen, he'd be content with an pleasant evening.
Wilson walked into the club, loosening his tie a little as he looked around the room. It only took him a moment to see Cade sitting at a small table and he edged his way through the tables and other patrons.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," he said, pulling out the chair next to Cade and settling himself at the table. "Hope you haven't been waiting too long."
Where: Jazz club
What: An evening out
When: 2 June, Friday evening
Incomplete
Wilson looked around anxiously as he inched the car forward, searching for a parking spot. He was already running behind and he didn't want Cade thinking Wilson had stood him up. It wasn't unusual for him to work late on a Friday but he'd gotten hung with a patient who'd had a bad reaction to one of her chemo drugs. Next thing he knew, it was almost eight o'clock. Fortunately the club was only about fifteen minutes from the hospital but now that he was literally only feet from the front door he couldn't find a parking space.
Suddenly, a couple of car lengths ahead of him, a car pulled away from the curb. Wilson shot forward and swerved into the spot before anyone else could take it.
He let out a sigh of relief as he turned off the engine. Of course, getting away from work hadn't been Wilson's only challenge. He'd also had to get away from House. That hadn't been as difficult as it might have been. The two of them were still having a sort of passive-aggressive battle over House's roaming eyes. Or mind. Or whatever it was that House thought he was doing by sneaking out with Cade.
Admittedly, Wilson was doing the same thing but his motives, while not entirely pure, were different from House's. Wilson genuinely wanted to enjoy a little live music and a little friendly company. He also thought he might some better idea of what House had been telling Cade but if that didn't happen, he'd be content with an pleasant evening.
Wilson walked into the club, loosening his tie a little as he looked around the room. It only took him a moment to see Cade sitting at a small table and he edged his way through the tables and other patrons.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," he said, pulling out the chair next to Cade and settling himself at the table. "Hope you haven't been waiting too long."