Wilson was humming.

He was in a fairly rock solid mood and so he was humming as he moved around the clinic, weaving in and out of decorations and considering giving Death a hard time about the fact that Wilson was Jewish. But really, he didn't have it in him and it was the spirit of the holidays that was important.

The Christmas Blend coffee was brewing and classical music warmed the atmosphere in the waiting room.

Doctor is in. Come, bleed...or drink coffee...or both if you like to multitask!

Wilson had closed the Clinic briefly for a few hours, long enough to get a shower, relax a little with dinner and House but then he'd forceably dragged the older man back to the Clinic. They had to go over a few administrative items that he needed House's input with so...back to the office.

Now, if only they could behave themselves.

Stretched out in a chair across the desk from House, Wilson was flipping through a medical catelogue.

"I think we could afford it, House and it really would be indispensible.

Dawn had found Wilson still in the Clinic working in the lab. He’d started on Ten’s blood work immediately and after some thought had gone ahead and started with Paige’s and any other back log that was waiting as well.

He’d poked his nose into the apartment long enough to kiss House and tell the older doctor that he was going to be working through the night and then he’d gone back to the Clinic. It was rather convenient having the little apartment tucked just off in the back but it also made it harder for Wilson to stay away.

Not that he’d ever been any good at that back in Princeton either.

The oncologist had spent the night running the lab, reading up on the endoscopy procedure he had scheduled for Friday as well as current literature on gastric cancers and occasionally sticking his head in to check on Jack and on Ten. Upon discovering that Chaucer seemed settled in to stay the night Wilson cut back his intrusions to bi-hourly checks so as to disturb the two men as little as possible.

When the sky started to shift from grey to pink –around 6ish-, the oncologist took a break, going back to the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes before walking down to The Perk for coffee. The walk helped wake him up and shake off the cobwebs so that he was smiling and whistling softly as he set about opening up the Clinic for his regular Clinic hours.

Settling down at the front desk, he set a pot of Jamaican Blue Mountain to brew and reached for the telephone. He had calls to make and favors to call in to get the necessary permits and medical equipment here to treat Grissom.

“Good morning, can I talk to…”

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely and he might share the coffee.

Wilson had had an early start, getting up first thing to check in on Jack and then heading down to the school to talk to Bristow. He'd already grabbed a couple cups of coffee in his travels but was returning now to open the Clinic for the day.

Whistling softly, the oncologist flipped on the lights and unlocked the door. He had some papers in his left hand to work on and for once those papers were not charts. Sometimes you just have to cheer the small miracles.

Setting a pot of Kona coffee to brewing, he peeked in on Jack one more time before heading back out to the front. Flopping down at the desk, Wilson kicked his feet up on the counter and pulled the papers into his lap...ahh a nice caffiene high, gottah love it.

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely you might get coffee.

It probably went without saying that Wilson was going to be dragging, just a bit, this morning. Whether it was simply the after effects of the privious day or whatever he'd gotten up to the night before, could be a source of speculation for anyone who...spent such time doing those sorts of things.

For now, he was setting out a sign in sheet, checking on the waiting room to make sure the water cooler was full and the chairs were mostly straight. It was a small thing but a tidy waiting room tended to help people relax.

Covering a yawn, he took a swig off his super charged quinti shot coffee nummy and headed back to the front desk. Okay...he hadn't gotten a chance to work on much of his paperwork last night and it was starting to pile up.

Sitting down, long legs were kicked up on the desk -the man honestly could not sit straight in a chair to save his life- and Wilson yanked the clipboard down into his lap. Time to work on some scheduling.

Don't anybody laugh.

Doctor on Duty, come poke, pester or bleed on as you so desire.