I have questioned everyone on Dr. House’s team about his Vicodin addiction. Even the people who he is close to. Everyone but you. You haven’t been showing up to work. Which makes it hard for me to track you down. It makes it even harder when I ask your work colleagues where I can find you, and all they tell me is that it’s “Doctor patient confidently.”

So I did some digging of my own, found out where you lived, and soon I was knocking on your front door that night..

When you open it, there I was, you seemed surprised that of all people in the world, I would be standing there,

“You haven’t been to work lately.“ I note before letting my self inside your home like I owned the place. Taking a quick look around, to insure that we were alone, I turn and look you over carefully. “So Where the hell have you been? Avoiding me?” I smile cockily as I look down at you.