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First Day of Work

Feb 15, 2011 01:47

Who: Wilson and OPEN
Where: The doctor's office
What: The Doctor is IN.
When: Day 50, bright and early.

The doctor's coat fit him ( perfectly. )

derek morgan, james wilson, ziva david, [log]:, [day 50], greg house

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ifthegluesticks February 16 2011, 20:37:39 UTC

It was not particularly bright or early when Ziva found herself outside of the closed office door, the IN sign hanging mockingly in the window.

She had done as she said she would, heading into the diner early enough for the breakfast crowd. If there were a breakfast crowd. And of course there had not been. Peaksville was not inhabited by enough captives to require a breakfast crowd and, what was more, most of the other people were probably doing just as she had, reporting to whatever job West had seen fit to give them. So there had not been much cooking, not much of anything, really, except thinking and cleaning ( ... )

manipulatvebtch February 17 2011, 00:15:24 UTC

Wilson was beyond bored. He really was not used to having no patients. Work, for him, at PPTH was an almost endless stream of patients and meetings and doing rounds and paperwork. Here, it was like working in the clinic with no one waiting in the clinic. He was sure that House would appreciate this pace, given that the man was used to having about 2 or 3 patients a month, but this was all new to Wilson.

He was just about to start ripping his hair out when he heard a soft knock and a woman (a very attractive woman) walked in looking a little nervous. She also looked familiar.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Wilson," he replied, slipping right into his patented friendly doctor motif. "What can I help you with today?" And if he added just a little flirtation to his smile, what would it hurt?

ifthegluesticks February 17 2011, 01:00:36 UTC

"Nothing," she said, far too hastily. She winced slightly at that, stopped, smiled and started again. "That is I have this friend--Abby? She said I should see you. She is worried."

Again, she stopped herself, because really it was unlike her to ramble so, those rare occasions usually involved an unhappy Gibbs. Sighing, she leaned a hip against the wall, giving her head a shake. "I am sure that did not make much sense....I am here because my friend Abby is concerned. She wants me to make sure that everything is all right after..." She paused, and her smile faltered. "After my trip to the cornfields. She suggested I come see you. Apparently, you made quite the impression," she added, the smile returning though perhaps a shade less bright.

manipulatvebtch February 17 2011, 02:53:23 UTC

A concerned look crossed Wilson's face when the woman was too quick to answer. That was usually a sign of someone that wasn't okay, but really hated doctors. His face lightened though at the mention of Abby.

"Oh, you're friends with Abby? How's she doing?" He stopped then, as she continued to speak and mentioned being in the cornfield. Considering House came back blind, something really could be seriously wrong. "Why don't you come in and sit down and tell me what's going on and I can give you a regular check up, make sure everything seems on the up and up."

He gestured for her to come into the exam room and sit down. "I know whatever happened to you out there, you probably don't want to talk about it, but it might be affecting your health. So, if you can, would you mind telling me everything that's happened leading to you feeling... off, Ziva? It is Ziva isn't it? You look an awful lot like the girl I went sledding with a few days ago."

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sorry for being so late house_onthehill February 26 2011, 22:16:26 UTC

House himself was just waiting for Wilson to finish and was now touching everything he could to get acquainted with it. So he had been wrong on so many levels but he had to relearn to be humble. That stage lasted fifteen minutes. And he was back to his usual antics. And now he was singing Minnie the Moocher.

No worries! :D manipulatvebtch February 28 2011, 19:30:35 UTC

It was almost like a sixth sense when House arrived. Wilson just knew even though he wasn't making much noise at first. In a typical way, Wilson sighed and rolled his eyes when House started to sing. Really, he wasn't actually annoyed by the singing. It had been far too long since he'd heard it actually. House had a wonderful voice, but didn't use it as much as he played the piano or guitar.

"House, I'm busy, what do you want?" he called out, mostly teasing. Lord knew he'd never deny House, even if he hadn't been blind. He still had to keep up appearances though.

house_onthehill February 28 2011, 20:02:53 UTC

House smirked and propped his feet almost perfectly on the desk, completely hiding the fact that it took several awkward tries to get it right. He still had all that pent-up frustration from both losing his eyesight and the fact that Wilson forgot that House knew flexible he was.

"Nothing, Dr. Wilson; just organizing your files!" Greg answered in his sweetest secretary voice possible. That right there should be a red flag the size of the building as he did the exact opposite. Even though he couldn't see when James would bend down, he still had his blind stick and cane to poke at that behind. Hey, he had to start somewhere.

manipulatvebtch February 28 2011, 20:14:51 UTC

"Crap," Wilson muttered and ran out into the front room without thinking. Whatever mischief House was getting into was probably minor for now, but Wilson also knew that if he tried to ignore him it would only get worse ( ... )

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derek_morgan March 7 2011, 00:54:29 UTC

It had been too late to find a doctor after the fight with Deb. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse not to return to their house. Derek self medicated with two bottles of whiskey from the bar at the Sheriff's station. It was the one place that seemed solely his thus far. Thank West for small favors. Morning arrived and pain shot up his arm when he moved his right hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. The sun was a ruthless bastard in more ways than one ( ... )

manipulatvebtch March 7 2011, 05:12:10 UTC

Wilson had just finished cleaning up his desk (due to one of House's little pranks) and was sitting down to finish up some notes he was making in Ziva's new file when he heard a familiar voice at the door.

He winced slightly at Derek's loud entrance. After some very strange behaviour (that seemed an awful lot like flirting, though Wilson just couldn't think like that), House had finally gone to take a nap, or at least headed up to his room or just gone somewhere else. Honestly, Wilson didn't care, he was just happy to be able to get to work in peace (and maybe, just maybe, he needed House out of the way so he didn't have to think about the strange feeling in his stomach when the older doctor was flirting bugging him). Derek calling through the clinic was sure to draw House's attention ( ... )

derek_morgan March 8 2011, 04:38:24 UTC

Derek was in no mood to be shushed. He wasn't in a mood for much of anything. Between being hung over and broken in more ways than one, his tolerance level was low. However, Wilson quickly apologized so there had to be a reason other than dictating the noise level ( ... )

Sorry if the remedies are wrong. I've never had these injuries before! lol! manipulatvebtch March 8 2011, 08:33:01 UTC

Wilson couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising as he took in Derek's demeanor and the state of his hand and face. Really, this was nothing new to him. At least in the form of the injuries. He couldn't help but think back to the time House tried detoxing on a bet and smashed his hand to bits. He shook his head clear of the thoughts, wondering briefly why he seemed to be thinking a lot about House lately. Well, at least more than usual ( ... )

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