"What are you doing in here?" asked Dr. Cuddy. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

House, who had been sitting in a patients room while he played his Gameboy, merely shrugged and answered, "I'm working on a case. I needed someone to bounce ideas off of while my team is searching our patients home."

Cuddy looked at the comatose man in the bed next to him and replied, "First of all, this is not your patient. Secondly, oh never mind, it doesn't matter. I'm not here to talk about your case. It's your team I came to discuss. Have you found anyone to replace Dr. Matthews since he quit?"

House looked up from his game and frowned, thinking about all of the fellowship applications in his desk drawer that he still had not bothered to look at.

"Sorry, been busy saving lives," House responded. "But if this is more important then maybe you can just ask the patient if he could put off dying until after I've hired a new idiot."

"No need," answered Cuddy. "Seeing as how you're so busy, I will do your job for you."

Cuddy handed House a piece of paper and asked, "Have you even looked at this application? I found it in the bottom drawer of your desk"

"Of course I have," House replied, pretending to be insulted. "Who do you think put it there?"

House took the document from Cuddy's outstretched hand and quickly scanned it. He rolled his eyes and tossed the paper on the comatose patients' bed.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" he asked. "Of all the applicants, why would you pick him? This guy isn't even old enough to be qualified for this position."

A look of understanding came across House's face and he added, "Oh, let me guess. He has already shown you a number of good positions."

"Very funny," Cuddy commented dryly. "The truth of the matter is you would be doing me a big favor by hiring him. Which means that I would owe you. I'm prepared to let you out of clinic duty for a month."

House laughed and stated, "Oh, you would owe me more than that. But I'm curious. Why do you want him to have the job so badly?"

"His father called a major benefactor of this hospital and asked if you would meet with his son," Cuddy explained. "He found out that his son had applied for the fellowship with you and he made the call but he didn't request anything more than an interview. You don't even have to hire him if you choose not to."

"Nice dad," observed House. "You would think if he goes to the trouble of asking for a favor, he would want to make sure his son gets the job. So who is this father-of-the-year anyway that is able to influence hospital decisions?"

"Dr. Rowan Chase," Cuddy stated simply.

House raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, obviously impressed. This was quickly replaced, however, with a look of confusion.

"If Junior is such a great doctor," House asked, "why doesn't Rowan hire him instead of pawning him off on someone halfway around the world?"

Becoming annoyed with the questioning Cuddy exclaimed, "Just read his resume House. You'll see that he is more than qualified. His name is Robert Chase and he is an intensivist who has been working at New York Presbyterian Hospital since he moved here."

"Which was what, five minutes ago?" House snarkily replied. "Did Daddy get him that job too?"

Realizing that arguing with House led nowhere, Cuddy took a deep breath and proceeded more calmly, "Fine. If you meet with him then I will agree to no clinic duty for two months but that's my final offer."

Satisfied in knowing that Cuddy had made her best offer, House decided to give in and announced, "As a favor to you, I'll do it. But you call and set it up. I doubt I'll understand a word he's saying."

Rolling her eyes, Cuddy left to make the call. She turned when she got to the door and asked House, "Don't you think it's time for you to get back to work?"

House stood to leave and responded, "Actually, thanks for reminding me. It's time for my lunch break."

Five minutes later, House poked his head into Wilson's office and asked if he would like to go to the cafeteria."

"Why, did you forget your wallet again?" asked Wilson.

"No I did not," House responded indignantly. "And just for that rude remark, I think you should buy me lunch today."

Wilson put down the file he was reading and stated, "Well, that certainly sounds fair considering you would buy lunch if you ever said anything rude to me."

They left the office and as they walked to the elevator House casually brought up the topic of hiring a new member for his team.

"Have you heard the news?" House began. "Cuddy wants me to interview Rowan Chase's spoiled brat of a son to replace Matthews. I, of course, happily agreed to do it."

Wilson stopped and turned to House, furrowing his brow.

"Oh, this can't be good," he commented. "Rowan Chase is one of the most well respected men in medicine. I don't think you should mess with him or his son."

"That's the best part," House continued. "I don't even have to hire him. Chase must know his son is an idiot and just wants to placate him. I'll set the kid straight."

"It's so nice to know that we can always count on you to help your fellow man," responded Wilson.