Full Circle: Chapter Six

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Title: Investigators

 

April 16 2005; House's House; New Jersey; 1:00pm

 

"I have patients!" Wilson said trying to avoid the angry madman with a cane. "And a

board meeting I can’t miss."

 

"What time?" House asked as he stabbed the cane out like a sword to block Wilson from going that way to the door.

 

“Eleven o'clock," Wilson stopped and put his hands on his hips. ''why?''

 

House smirked. "You've missed it already."

 

Wilson looked at the clock alarmed. ''Damn it House, I needed to be at that meeting."

 

He headed for the phone, House making to cut him off, but lost his footing. He went down like a tone of bricks but House was partially able to catch him. The only thing, as House struggled to help Wilson back to his feet, that prevented them from falling into a heap on the floor was House's iron grip on his cane and Wilson’s feeble grip on the couch. Once Wilson was standing again, House manovered him around the couch and made him sit down.

 

"You're not going anywhere'" He said, taking a Vicodin. That fall had done nothing good for his leg. ''Doctor's orders."

 

“I can make your orders obsolete.”

 

"Fine," House growled walking away. He picked up Wilson's keys from the hutch beside the door and threw them at him. "Go to work, you'll end up there one way or another."

 

"One way or another?" Wilson asked him as he made his way to the bedroom.

 

House turned around, "You leave, and you'll either make it to the hospital on your own terms or in an ambulance."

 

He didn't bother to wait for a reply and when he came back out he was a little surprised to see that Wilson hadn't moved."I thought you had a death wish."

 

Wilson shrugged as he disappeared behind the back of the couch with a sigh. House limped over and looked down at him, right into depressed blue eyes.

 

"Why me, House?" he asked, not really looking back at House. House hesitated, a snarky comment on his lips. He'd never seen James this down before, never seen him question the events surrounding him. The third failed marriage wasn't a surprise, it had been coming since the first, but for Julie to disappear right around the time James’ mother dies was a damn shock to the system. House had never really liked Julie, she was too damn perceptive when it came to him and James, she had always seen that James seemed to value his friendship with House over every thing else, even their marriage. She fought for James’ attention, often guilt tripping him into doing certain things with her. It worked, until James just didn't care about their relationship anymore and she lost all that Ievrage.

 

"Why indeed." House answered. "It's a mystery Jimmy, leave it."

 

Wilson sighed and reached for his phone. He browsed through it, and

 

frowned. "Did you answer my phone?"

 

“You had your head in the toilet and it was annoying me.”

 

“Who called?"

 

''NCIS. They've taken over your mother's case," House answered truthfully and without any drama. He didn't want to do that to Jimmy right now.

 

Wilson frowned and looked up at him curiously." Who's NCIS?"

 

“Naval Criminal Investigation Service."

 

''Why’d they take over the case?"

 

House shrugged, ''Ask them when they get here. And don't delete that message from your father, they want to analyze it.''

 

Wilson nodded, his eyes closing. ''When are they coming?"

 

"Dunno. Today or tomorrow though, since Agent Gibbs wanted to know where you'd be."

 

“Agent Gibbs huh? Nice guy?"

 

House shook his head. "No. He abruptly hung up on me."

 

Wilson groaned. "Great, he's just like you."

 

House smirked, "I know. I’m going to have a lot of fun with him and anyone else he brings.''

 

Wilson opened his eyes and gave him a steely look. “Don't be an ass."

 

House looked affronted, "Me, an ass? How can you think so little of me?”

 

Wilson gave him a weak smile, "Fine, just don’t piss them off."

 

House nodded and went into the Kitchen to grab them both some coffee. Inwardly he was glad that he'd managed to pull that smile out of Wilson. That at least meant he wasn't completely gone

 

''House?'' Wilson called.

 

“What?''

 

“How come Cuddy hasn't called me?"

 

House smirked, ''I beat her to it. Told her I had you tied to my bed and completely submissive." If only his wayward thoughts led as Wilson let out an outraged, "House!'.

 

House limped out carrying two mugs carefully. "What? She gave us the day off, told me to have fun."

 

Wilson sat up and gave him an odd look coupled with annoyance. "What did you really tell her?''

 

“The truth,'' House said. ''You were sick."

 

Wilson frowned, ''You told the truth?"

 

House scowled and put the mugs on the coffee table a "Would you rather I told her I was fucking you senseless?"

 

He groaned and laid down again, but because he said nothing House wondered if he wouldn't have minded being fucked senseless. House shook that thought out of his head. It was stupid to think that James would have any interest in the same sex because of his record for seducing women.

 

Several Hours Later

 

House's apartment was very insightful in understanding him. He didn't care Much for books unless they were medical, he was quite musical orientated and he had a blatent desregard for rules.

 

The man himself was slightly surprising, though it did explain things. McGee had researched him, given Gibbs the amo he needed if they batted heads and he had no doubt they would.

 

James Wilson was understandably a mess, with hallowed out and pain filled eyes. Gibbs could see the similarities he shared with Tony, though they were only slight and the only reason he could see them was because he knew they were related.

 

McGee was at the closest table, his laptop hooked up to Wilson's phone from which he was downloading Jonathan's message. His fingers were angrily punching the keys, eyes were narrowed and his lips were pressed together in a tight line. House had analyzed McGee in seconds and been unable to refrain from insulting him, even though what he'd said was true. McGee was a shy geek and easily intimidated with a slight bit of insecurity but the way House had said it made it seem like it was a fault, one that implied he shouldn't be on this job. Gibbs was pleased to see that it actually infuriated McGee, instead of playing on his insecurities. He was working on making him more confident and he didn't want any more setbacks.

 

House and Wilson were sitting on the couch, the way they were sitting suggesting a high level of familiarity and comfort. They were friends, Gibbs mused, but he wondered how well their friendship could stand the test of time. Gibbs sat in the chair closest to Wilson, pencil poised to take notes.

 

''When was the last time you spoke with your mother?" Gibbs began softly, forcing himself to be impartial.

 

“About a month ago, she wanted some information about an illness one of her friends has. We talked a bit after that." He shrugged.

 

“What did you talk about?"

 

“Um, Dad, my brother David, work and Julie." House scowled at the mention of Julie, but stayed silent.”

 

“Why your brother?''

 

“He has a new girlfriend apparently. Mom wanted to know if I knew who she was. I didn't, still don’t.”

 

Gibbs nodded, ''when's the last time you spoke with your father?"

 

"Christmas, He doesn't often make phone calls."

 

“And David?”

 

"A week ago actually," he answered perplexed. “It was Kind of weird."

 

"In what way?" Gibbs' interest peaked and McGee looked up from the computer screen.

 

"He was angry, but not at me. He asked a lot about dad and how he treated me when we were younger. He even asked about Antonio." Wilson slumped, depression showing clearly. “We don't really talk about him much since he ran off. Dad was never really pleased about that and refused to let him be mentioned. David, when we talked, was being analytical and probed many of my memories of Antonio."

 

Gibbs nodded, "After Antonio left, did you see him again?"

 

Wilson nodded. ''Twice, when he was fourteen and when he was nineteen. The first time he was so high he could it even recognize or remember me. Second time he wasn't. He wanted some money to go to university, or collage but, I didn't believe him. I gave him the money anyway."

 

Gibbs was too curious to continue on with the questioning and leave the talk about Tony. "why?"

 

''Because he's my brother and I couldn’t not help him.”

 

House was giving Gibbs a caculating look and Gibbs knew that if he kept questioning about Tony he’d be called on it. Before Gibbs could begin questioning again, Wilson spoke.

 

“Why is NCIS investigating my mother's death?"

 

Gibbs studied him for a second, wondering if he could handle what they believed to be true. "The bullet came from your brother's NCIS issued sidearm."

 

Wilson's eyes widened, ''Antonio. . . . . . Antonio shot our mom?''

 

Gibbs shook his head, ''No, David stole it from Antonio.”

 

Wilson dropped his head into his hands, ''I don't ....... why?"

 

“We don't know."

 

Wilson couldn't seem to process this, or formulate a new question so House finally spoke, surprisingly without any sarcasm. "But you know where his younger brother is. Why didn't he come?"

 

While Antonio's gun is registered with NCIS, he himself is not. Not as Antonio Wilson, if he is NCIS. We have yet to find him. We're more concentrated on finding David, but to do that we need to find your father. David is following him, he was last seen on the I-70 headed west. Any particular reason why your father would go that way?''

 

Wilson shoots his head, "We have no relatives or friends out there, or anything like that."

 

Gibbs nodded, "One more thing. We needed to search your house, more precisely your wife's things.''

 

"Why? What the hell has she got to do with this? She can't possibly be involved, she ran off with her new boyfriend before I could get her to sign the fucking divorce papers!" Wilson was snarling by the end.

 

Gibbs looked at McGee for a moment and saw that he was

done before looking Wilson straight in the eye. ''David is her new boyfriend.”

 

Wilson and House just sat in stunned silence for a moment before House whooped in laughter. ''Damn Jimmy, your life's better than my soaps. Your brother stole your wife!" He clapped Wilson on the back and asked in mocked seriousness. "Is he getting you back for stealing one of his girlfriends?"

 

Wilson just glared at him. McGee was startled but Gibbs had been expecting something like it. It really was funny when not under such serious circumstances.

 

“Go to hell House," Wilson said unamused. He turned to Gibbs and said coldly. "Search my house all you want.''

 

Gibbs nodded and stood. ''Thank you for your time Dr. Wilson, we'll be in touch if we need anything else. If your father calls again, I need you to contact us." He handed Wilson his card as McGee finished packing his equipment.