It's Criminal - drabble..
It caught his eye as soon as he turned his gaze towards the balcony. It was as though something had drawn him to it.
Wilson slowly pushed back his chair and walked over to the glass doors leading out to the balcony. Sliding them open, he first caught himself making sure no one else had seen what he had, and then stepped outside.
He ran his fingers over the letters, taking in what they said, but unable to believe it.
Without taking his eyes from the notebook, he stepped back into his office, shut the door, and closed the shades.
He turned the cover over and slowly ran his eyes over the directions which had been crudely written there.
He felt his heart race.
It was as if someone had heard his prayers and answered them. As if someone had known.
Wilson heard a knock on his door and slid the notebook into a desk drawer and tried to look inconspicuous. Not hard to do when you were as sleep deprived and disheveled as he had been lately.
Cuddy poked her head in.
She and House were going to grab some lunch, did he want anything?
Wilson smiled and politely refused, pointing to the stack of charts on top of his desk.
As she turned to leave, Wilson's smile began to fade, diminishing completely once her hand rested on the small of House's back as she met him on her way to the elevator.
That evening, as Wilson wrapped his arms around House, patting his back and comforting his best friend....no, his only friend, he smiled his first genuine smile since before Cuddy had interfered.
Justice.
Wilson slowly pushed back his chair and walked over to the glass doors leading out to the balcony. Sliding them open, he first caught himself making sure no one else had seen what he had, and then stepped outside.
He ran his fingers over the letters, taking in what they said, but unable to believe it.
Without taking his eyes from the notebook, he stepped back into his office, shut the door, and closed the shades.
He turned the cover over and slowly ran his eyes over the directions which had been crudely written there.
He felt his heart race.
It was as if someone had heard his prayers and answered them. As if someone had known.
Wilson heard a knock on his door and slid the notebook into a desk drawer and tried to look inconspicuous. Not hard to do when you were as sleep deprived and disheveled as he had been lately.
Cuddy poked her head in.
She and House were going to grab some lunch, did he want anything?
Wilson smiled and politely refused, pointing to the stack of charts on top of his desk.
As she turned to leave, Wilson's smile began to fade, diminishing completely once her hand rested on the small of House's back as she met him on her way to the elevator.
That evening, as Wilson wrapped his arms around House, patting his back and comforting his best friend....no, his only friend, he smiled his first genuine smile since before Cuddy had interfered.
Justice.