There's nothing quite like a bout of boredom in between cases. Thus it was that Saturday found him in his office, opening and closing his desk drawers, searching for a CD he was sure he had there. Somewhere.

Another drawer, still nothing. But... "Well. That's new." He held the yo-yo up, studying it for a minute, then shrugged and proceeded to play with it. He was fairly good at yo-yo tricks, and anyone daring to venture into his office risked getting smacked between the eyes.

A few more minutes, and a trick went awry; the yo-yo fell to the floor, bounced, and landed on its side. "What's this?" He knelt carefuly, picking the toy up to examine it. There was a secret compartment on the side, and inside, on a scrap of paper, Harley's contact info. He grinned.

The rumors are flying around Princeton-Plainsborough so fast it's hard to keep up with them. But really. Harley freaking Quinn.

Foreman's sulking. Still doesn't believe in that Nexus place. Still thinks Harley was just some set-up. Too bad he missed her performance.

Cameron's sulking. Jealous.

Chase is Chase.

Wilson. Wilson's coming back. This is going to be fun. I can hardly wait.

House called Wilson after PINpointing to the Nexus and finding a nice little bar to hole up in. "Wilson. Wanna drink?"

"Have you been to a hospital yet?" There's really probably not much House can do without his fancy equiptment, and he doesn't think Cuddy would approve of him bringing hallucinations into PPTH.

"I don't have access to a hospital. Or a doctor." Harley sighs. "And though I could go into your dimension, I doubt you believe I can."

House glances back at the door that led him in here. "It's worth a try." Although his team is going to wonder why he's interested in this case.

"I am willing to follow you." Harley smiled.