Disclaimer: I don't own House, or Buffy.
A/N: This is anywhere in S1, or S2 of House. Post Chosen for Buffy.
Buffy yawned and got out of the bed she had just fallen into. She had lived in here exactly three weeks, and still didn't know her neighbor. She saw him once or twice, but with her hours, she didn't get much time to socialize. Now, apparently, someone was cursing him, and kicking his door.
Buffy swung her door open and saw a middle aged man with brown hair and tired eyes banging on the door. Buffy couldn't help but let out a giggle at the insults the man threw at the door.
The man froze and spun to look at her, he grimaced, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
Buffy grinned, "You didn't, I hadn't fallen asleep yet. What did the door to piss you off?"
He sighed, "It's the doors owner that pissed me off. He turned off his phone, and he won't answer the door. His patient needs him at the hospital, but the ass won't come out!"
Buffy ran a hand through her hair, "Give me a minute. She slipped back into her apartment and came back with a few thin strips of metal. I'm Buffy, by the way. The Ass's neighbor."
The man snorted, "James, James Wilson. The Ass's best friend."
Buffy smirked, "For a minute there I thought you might go with Bond, glad you didn't, he kind of creeps me. Now, if you give me a second, I can get this door open."
Wilson watched in awe as the barely clad woman knelt before the lock and slid the metal in, gently manipulating the lock mechanisms, "You know how to pick locks?"
Buffy nodded, "Ex-boyfriend taught me one day, I got tired of him forgetting to unlock the door when he went for his shower," Buffy fibbed, not going to tell James the real reason Spike had taught her this little skill.
With an almost noiseless pop, the lock released, and Buffy straightened, "Tah-dah!"
James sighed, "Thank you so much. He walked into the apartment like she did into battle.
A swear came from within, "I thought I locked that door!"
Wilson's response was succinct, "You did."
"Then how the hell did you get in here?"
"You're neighbor is surprisingly helpful, you haven't managed to alienate her yet," Buffy could tell he was smiling rather evilly.
"Wilson! What the hell do you want?"
"Your patient is getting worse, House. You can't turn off your phone. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman are at a loss as to what to do."
House sighed and Buffy heard the thunk as he started to walk towards the door, "Alright, I'm going. I'm going to need you to do me a favor though. Get my "Helpful Neighbor" ready to go."
Wilson sighed, "What are you talking about?"
House rolled his eyes, giving his friend the 'how-dumb-are-you' look, "As good as Foreman is at breaking and entering, I think I ought to give this girl a chance, I mean, you're impressed with her. She must be good!"