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After a relaxing evening with Aziraphale, House felt much better about himself, and the future. There were still a lot of wrinkles that needed to be ironed out, but he was, at last, on the right track.

As long as he didn't screw up again. But he wouldn't dwell on that. He was going to be more positive, focus on the good things. Like a morning without pain. He took a warm shower and ate a quick breakfast, then wandered into the clinic.

He didn't intend to stay long. He had some shopping to do, and needed to go in to town. But for the early morning hours, he could be found with the clinic doors open, bent over the desk working on charting and end-of-the-year paperwork.

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~~In no way did Grissom laugh at House charting.~~

Grissom walked into the clinic early in the morning, and was a little surprised to see Dr. House, but he took it as a good sign House was back before Christmas and smiled.

"Dr. House," Grissom said rather cheerfully, for him anyway. "I re-scheduled my treatment with Dr. Wilson for today so I could fly for the holidays. Is it too early to come in?"

"Of course not. Dr Wilson had business in town this morning, so I'm afraid you're stuck with me." House thumbed through the files to find Grissom's.

"I'll meet you in Exam One," he suggested with a tilt of his head.

Grissom nodded his thanks, and shuffled back to Exam One, comfortable now with moving around the clinic. Upon entering the familiar room, he took his jacket off and hung it over the back of an empty chair, and then laughed when he noticed the stack of Ranger Rick magazines on the counter.

He could use the laugh. Although he had adapted fairly well to the routine of the chemo and its after-effects, as much as anyone can, this was one of those weeks in which the ways it limited him both annoyed and helped feed his still sometimes festering sense of insecurity when it came to... a lot of things. He tried to shake off the emotions that pestered him, beginning to unbutton his shift cuff.

Rubbing his face, he took a seat, checking his voicemail and shutting off his phone before Dr. House was ready to start.

House kept himself busy while Dr Grissom checked his phone. When he tucked the cell away, his gaze turned to the man.

"Ready?"

"Co-ordinating the holidays is possibly even more frustrating than I ever imagined," he said with a sliver of humor, and then indicated with a nod that he was indeed ready.

As House set up the transfusion, Grissom grimaced slightly. "And my mother has discovered text messaging."

"Ouch." House commented. "My mother still prefers to harass me by phone."

He set up the procedure and started the transfusion with a careful, gentle hand.

"Where are you off to for the holidays?"

"My mother is deaf," he admitted. It was getting easier to admit these things, he noticed, and why not practice on the guy who had his medical records anyway? "Which in this case I suppose is a blessing," he added with a small chuckle.

"Home to Las Vegas. And how about you, are you staying in Fandom?" he asked rather tentatively.

"I went home to see my parents over the weekend. My mother had a heart attack last week. She's on the mend now, though." House rubbed a hand over his face.

"So, I'll be staying here for the holidays. Aziraphale, who owns the book shop in town, has asked me to play piano at the New Years party at the hotel."

"I'm glad to hear she's feeling better," Grissom said, hedging a little, hoping his awkward little shift would be interpreted as a slight reaction to the chemo. He figured it wasn't his place to tell House that he had been somewhat aware of House's family emergency, after speaking to Wilson and offering his assistance last week. And a bottle of Scotch as well.

"And I'm sorry that I will miss that," he added quickly. "We'll be in San Francisco for the New Year, but Sara and I had a lovely time at Aziraphale's holiday party. Perhaps we'll be able to hear you play some other time."

House nodded. He didn't think anyong of Grissom's sudden movement, though he did check the needle. "I've got a piano in the apartment, a birthday gift from Aziraphale. Perhaps after the holidays I'll invite you and Sara down for dinner."

"That would be very nice," he said honestly, although he had to bite down the little chuckle that rose up in his throat, imagining Sara's befuddled reaction to him actually being social, so that House wouldn't get the wrong idea. "We'll have to bring back some wine from California. The vineyards there are slightly better than the ones here on the East Coast."

He shifted a little, "Actually, I was thinking of picking something up for Aziraphale as a thank you for his party, would a bottle of wine be appropriate? I'm afraid I don't know him very well."

"Wine would be appreciated, I would imagine," House nodded. "And yes, California wine is better than what you get out here."

He glanced over the transfusion. "Looks like you're about done here." He stood and took care of the details.

Grissom stood up slowly, stretching a little and then grabbed his coat, tossing it on with only a little difficulty.

"Thank you, Dr. House. And I hope you and Dr. Wilson have a nice holiday," he said, extending his hand, while his other arm lay rather limply at his side.

House clasped his hand firmly. "You have a good trip, and don't over do it. Feel free to call us if you need anything." House walked him back to the main doors of the clinic.

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