They were almost there, almost home free, when Cuddy spotted them.

Somehow she saw through their disguises and nailed them at the lobby door. House was up to Number 29 on his list, but he interrupted himself to give her a smile and to flick the bangs out of his eyes.

"Ah, Dr. Cuddy. I imagine you, too, have come to beg forgiveness for something. But it won't come easily. That would cheapen it. There will be conditions. Number one—"

"My eyebrow pencil," snapped Cuddy, not listening to House as he started his recitation. "I need it back." She held out her hand.

Wilson dug the item in question out of his pocket and waggled his eyebrows at her. He had drawn two pencil-thin lines above each brow and it was all Cuddy could do to keep a straight face, looking at him. "You really got into this disguise, didn't you?"

"No point doing something half-way," said Wilson, deadpan. "And now, we must be off." He started the chair forward, and House looked back over his shoulder.

"…Number five," he continued, but Cuddy broke in again.

"I don't want to see either of you back in this hospital until you've grown some hair. Lots of it." Cuddy then performed the Cuddy Pirouette, pivoting away pertly while her gaze lingered, and headed back to her office. Wilson looked thoughtfully down at the top of House's blonde head.

"That could take a long time," he said. "Six weeks at least."

"So…what do you say," answered House. "Road trip?"

Wilson nodded and pushed the automatic door opener button. "I hear Boston's nice this time of year."


Thanks to all my readers and especially the loyal ones who took the time to review.

I'm mulling a short sequel to this (you can see I slyly left the door open for one). But here's the deal: if you want a sequel, you have to leave a comment (even if it's just to say "hi!"). lets writers know how many people are reading their stories. This one has hundreds. But only a tiny percentage have ever left a comment.(I'm looking at YOU, anonymous reader from the Netherlands who is always the first person to read this story!) So let's see if we can break the record for comments for one chapter. If we get to 90 percent, I promise you a sequel!

Oh, and I've enabled anonymous reviews, so you can comment, even if you don't have an account.

Ready? Go!

PS. The sequel, if there is one, will be published as a separate story. So if you have Sleeping Man on Story Alert, you might want to switch to Author Alert.