12-year-old Rachel Cuddy woke up one morning with a sore throat and a runny nose. She didn't think much of it since February in New Jersey was the heart of cold and flu season. Rachel definitely wasn't going to make mention of this to her mom because she was trying to avoid the 'importance of getting a flu-shot' lecture. After almost half an hour of arguing, Cuddy finally gave in hoping to teach Rachel a lesson when she would inevitably catch the flu. Rachel put on a blue and white flannel shirt, a pair of jeans and her UGG boots. Then she headed into the kitchen. "Morning mom," Rachel said as she poured herself a glass of Orange Juice.

"Morning Hun," Cuddy said as she got her things together for work. "Are you feeling ok?" Cuddy asked in a concerned matter. Rachel had dark circles under her eyes and looked a little more pale than usual.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Rachel said. She took a sip of her OJ. "Seriously, mom, you worry way too much!"

"It's a mother's job to worry" Cuddy said as she sat down at the table. "You know, I hardly see you anymore. So how is everything?"

"Good."

"How are your classes going?"

"Ok. I have A's and B's I think."

"That's good. How are things with Annabell?"

"She's fine as far as I know" Rachel said.

"Anything in particular that you want to talk about?" Cuddy asked. Did she know? No, there was absolutely no way in hell that she could know. It was just her mom making small talk again in an attempt to 're-connect' with her.

"Not really," Rachel said. "How's work going?"

"Good," she replied. "I have a case against House though next week" Rachel looked up.

"House as in the guy that you pretend to hate, but secretly love?" Cuddy shot her a look. "Yep, this should definitely be interesting." Cuddy shook her head as her eyes fell on Rachel's glass of OJ.

"All you're having is OJ for breakfast? That's not enough."

"Don't you have to leave for work soon?" Rachel asked, trying to change the subject.

"I still have a few more minutes" Cuddy explained. "You're not anorexic, are you?" This time it was Rachel who shot the look.

"Do I look like I'm anorexic? Plus I'm happy with my current weight" Cuddy eyed her suspiciously.

"Then eat something so I don't spend the whole day worrying about you!"

"I'm not hungry!"

"Just have a yogurt or a cereal bar or something." Rachel got up and grabbed a granola bar out of the cabinet.

"Happy now?" Rachel sat down and tore the rapper off.

"After I see you finish it." Rachel groaned as she quickly ate the bar and washed it down with a large gulp of OJ. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cuddy added, "Mark is picking you up from school today. He'll drop you off here."

"Is he staying here or leaving after he drops me off?"

"Leaving as far as I know" Cuddy answered. "Why?"

"I'm just curious." That answer seemed to satisfy her.

"I'm going to head out now" Cuddy said as she got up and gave Rachel a quick goodbye kiss. "See you tonight, sweetie! Have a great day at school!"

"Thanks," Rachel called out as her mom shut the door behind her. To be honest, Rachel had more going on than she was leading her mom to believe. She had this nagging cough and sore throat for the better part of two weeks and now her side was hurting.

"Great! Now I'm becoming a hypochondriac, like my mom" Rachel thought to herself. "I probably just pulled a muscle while coughing." That seemed to put her worries to rest. She then got up, finished getting ready and walked to the bus stop.

"Hey, Rach!" her friend Annabell called out.

"Hey," Rachel said as she approached her friend.

"So what's happening?" Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

"Not much."

"How are you feeling?" Annabell asked.

"I'm getting worse" Rachel told her concerned friend. "But sometimes you have to get worse before you get better." Rachel really didn't want to talk about this.

"True," was all Annabell said. A minute later, the bus pulled up and the duo got on and found a seat.

"Hey, Rach, don't say anything, but I think Alex Garrison has a crush on you!" Annabell said once the bus had started moving.

"No way!" Rachel exclaimed. "He's the hottest guy in school! There's no way he'd want anything to do with 'plain-Jane' me."

"Sure he would," Annabell said. "Do you see the way he looks at you every time you walk by? I think he might ask you out to the Valentine's Day Dance."

"I doubt it" Rachel said as she took out her compact mirror and checked to see how she looked.

"Primping up for your lover?" Annabell asked in a mocking tone.

"Shut up!" Rachel giggled as she buried her face in her hands.

"Can't deny it" Annabell said. Rachel was about to shoot her a comeback when she suddenly felt a sharp, burning sensation in the middle of her abdomen. She doubled over in pain.

"Rach!" Annabell cried out. "What's wrong?"

"It's probably just that time of month" Rachel whispered, hoping that no one else heard her.

"I dunno," Annabell said. "Maybe you should go to the nurse's office when we get to school. We're just about there anyhow."

"Nah! I'm fine." Rachel assured her worried friend. "I'm probably really run-down from school, cheer practice, piano lessons and choir practice.

"Yeah, you do more than anyone else I know" Annabell pointed out.

"Not as much as my mom" Rachel said. "She's always busy with work and volunteering at the local health clinic. Sometimes too busy" she muttered.

"Now I see where you get it from!" They both laughed.

The bus stopped in front of the school and everyone got off. Rachel headed towards her locker. "See you at lunch!" Rachel called out. Annabell smiled and waved goodbye. Shortly after going to her locker, Rachel headed off to gym class. She got changed, but when she was about to walk out into the gym, she got nauseous and quickly ran into one of the bathroom stalls and locked the door behind her. Bent over the toilet, Rachel started coughing up some weird pinkish matter. The place where she had earlier felt the sharp pain was now burning, extending all the way to her back. Rachel sat in the bathroom stall and started crying. It hurt too much to move. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she mustered up the strength to get up and walk over to the nurse's office. When Rachel got there, she sat down in one of the blue plastic waiting chairs. Just then, the nurse walked out of one of the adjoining rooms, took one look at Rachel and came running over.

"Honey! You're all blotchy!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?"

"It hurts!" Rachel moaned.

"What hurts?" the nurse asked.

"My side. It hurts really badly!"

"Go lay down on the cot over there" the nurse instructed. A minute later, she came over with a thermometer and took Rachel's temperature. "101.3" she read aloud. "I'm calling your mom." Rachel didn't have it in her to protest. The thing is she felt guilty for having to make her mom leave work early because she could be spending this time working with a potential client.

Lisa Cuddy now worked as a Paralegal Representative for patient advocacy rights and her salary was based solely on commission. Rachel figured there was nothing she could do, so she laid back and closed her eyes. 20 minutes later, Cuddy was there.

"Where is she?" Rachel heard Cuddy ask. The nurse pointed into the room in which Rachel lay. "Honey! What's the matter?" Cuddy asked as she ran over and hugged her daughter.

"I'm fine, mom. I just think I need to sleep more."

"The nurse told me that your side hurts" Cuddy said. Rachel nodded. "Can you show me where exactly?"

"It's all along here" Rachel said as she ran her hand across the area. "I probably just pulled a muscle or something."

"Come on, Rachel!" Rachel got up and followed her. "I knew I should've listened to my gut and kept you home today" Cuddy said in an exacerbated tone as she signed Rachel out. "I'm making an appointment with the Pediatrician the second we get home." She grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

"It's no big deal" Rachel muttered as she followed closely behind. She didn't bother to say anymore because she knew that this was an argument she'd never win. The only person that she knew who was more stubborn than her mom was House himself.

Those two had the weirdest relationship. It seemed as if they found their disdain for one another romantic. Rachel had the routine down. Cuddy would usually go visit House at the hospital as he was always breaking some sort of rule and getting sued left and right. He would tell her how hot she looked when she was mad. Then he'd call her a couple of pet names. Cuddy would role her eyes, trying to keep her game face on. House would usually at that point come over and kiss her and she'd kiss him back. Quickly, then, she would resume the authoritative role by yelling at him for his arrogance and finally proceeding to leave, acting as if nothing had ever happened. Rachel had asked her mom if she liked House and the answer was always the same. "He's a good person for someone, but he isn't right for me". It wasn't until Rachel was 10 that she noticed that her mom never gave a definitive yes or no answer. Maybe he wasn't right for her, but that didn't mean that she still wasn't in love with the guy. When Rachel brought this up, all she got was "You're too young to understand right now".

Once they were home, Rachel went over to the couch, plopped herself down and turned on MTV. After about five minutes, that familiar queasy feeling came over her once more. Before Rachel could react, she got violently sick all over both the floor and herself. "I'm so sorry!" Rachel cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I'll clean it up!" She headed into the kitchen.

"What happened?" Cuddy asked, wondering what all the commotion was about. "I'm sorry. I tried to make it to the bathroom, but it just came up too fast."

"You puked?" Rachel nodded. Then she saw it. There was blood all over Rachel's hands and shirt. Cuddy grabbed Rachel's hands as she stared down at them in horror. Then she quickly let them go. "Did you have blood come up?" Rachel nodded.

"Just like this morning at school. Though, maybe it wasn't blood, but instead something I ate. I'm sure I'm fine. I just need to get some sleep before I cheer at tonight's game."

"Absolutely not!" Cuddy forcefully told her. "You are not going to any game tonight. Not in this condition. You're very sick. Forget about calling the doctor. I need to get you to the hospital pronto!"

"Can we just wait a couple of minutes and…" Rachel started to say, but then she started coughing really hard and more blood came up. It was too late. Cuddy had already called 911.

"I feel tired" Rachel said once her mom was off the phone. "Can't I just lie down for a few minutes?"

"Rachel, don't go to sleep" Cuddy instructed. "I'll get you some water." Rachel gulped. She didn't want her mom to find out about her secret and she worried that, if she went to the hospital, she would be exposed for what she really was. Nobody knew her secret. Not even Annabell. Cuddy came back into the living room and handed her the glass of water. "Rachel, talk to me. Say anything."

"I'm tired! Why can't I go to sleep?" she complained.

"You lost a lot of blood" Cuddy explained. "That's why you need to get to the hospital now. If you fall asleep, there's a chance you may fall into a coma."

"Oh, um…ok" Rachel started to say, but she was interrupted by the wailing sound of an ambulance siren. Some men came into the house, strapped her down onto a gurney and loaded her into the back of an ambulance. Rachel was terrified. This was all happening so fast. She was being hooked up to a bunch of machines. "Wait! What are you doing?" Rachel cried out.

"Relax, no one's going to hurt you" one of the paramedics said.

"Like I've never heard that one before" Rachel muttered under her breath. The paramedic grabbed her arm and was about to stick an IV in when Rachel screamed, "No! Stop it! Don't touch me!" She sat up and tried to push him away. He pushed her back down and put restraints around both her wrists and ankles. Then he proceeded to put the IV into her arm. Cuddy stared at Rachel in disbelief. Rachel was always fearless, sometimes too fearless for her own good.

"Rachel," Cuddy said in a stern, but calm tone. "Relax. Let the man do his job!" She turned towards the paramedic. "Really! You think it's necessary to restrain a 12-year-old girl? Why don't you just put her into a drug-induced coma while you're at it?"

"Mom!" Rachel cried out in agony.

"Kidding, honey. Just kidding" Cuddy said as she got up and walked over in order to comfort her daughter. Cuddy was about to hold Rachel's hand when she noticed a bruise on the side of her neck. "Wait! What's this?" Rachel's heart began to race. She had to make something up in order to keep her mom from finding out the truth. "Rachel, where did this bruise on your neck come from?"

"Oh, that" Rachel said. She hesitated for a moment. "Well, um, you see…"

"The truth, please!" Cuddy said, her voice sounding angrier this time.

"I tripped and the corner of my dresser hit me in the neck" she quickly said hoping that her mom would buy that story. Cuddy nodded.

"You should be more careful" she said not totally convinced that Rachel was telling the truth.

"I guess I'm at that age where I'm just very clumsy" Rachel added with a giggle.

"Maybe," Cuddy said. "When I was your age, I was tripping and spraining my ankle almost every other week."

"Really?" Rachel asked. "No offense mom, but I feel way better about myself now." Cuddy just smirked. Rachel was just happy that she had avoided having to tell her mom the truth.

The ambulance than arrived at the hospital and she was rushed into a room as Cuddy followed close behind. "Mommy, please don't leave me!" Rachel called out.

"I promise I won't" Cuddy assured her. Once they got to the room a nurse took a vile of blood and left.

"What was that for?" Rachel asked. "Why'd she take blood?"

"Standard procedure" Cuddy explained. "They screen everyone who comes in here for drugs and STD's automatically. I know you don't have a problem with either, though" she added. Rachel just nodded. The next few minutes were so silent that it was deafening. Rachel stared up at the ceiling and Cuddy was checking and responding to her text messages. The door opened and a man barged right in. Cuddy couldn't believe her eyes. It was Dr. Gregory House!

"Your daughter has Syphilis" he said in a very-matter-a-fact tone. Cuddy was pissed.

"How dare you!" she screamed at him. "How can you accuse a sick 12-year-old girl, and a virgin at that, of having an STD?" House ignored her and walked over to the side of the bed.

"So, just how many guys have you slept with?" he asked Rachel.

"None! I've never even had a boyfriend."

"Come on! Mommy works late. You have raging hormones and no adult supervision" House said. Tears formed in Rachel's eyes. "So, did you do the nasty at your place or his?"

"Enough, House!" Cuddy angrily interjected.

"Suit yourself" House said as he handed Cuddy a copy of the lab report, which she proceeded to read.

"Oh my God! It does say that you have Syphilis. House! Whose test results did you swap Rachel's with?"

"Why do you think I would do that?" House asked in a mocking tone.

"Because you're cunning like that. And because it's your convoluted way of trying to get me back. It's not working, House!"

"You know, you get so hot when you're pissed" House said as he waltzed over to Cuddy. He focused in on her cleavage acting like the boys at Rachel's middle school. "I bet tonight, after a couple of drinks, you and me…"

"House!" Cuddy interjected. She pointed towards her daughter.

"Yeah, I see you brought the little parasite with you."

"That's not what I meant. Try and keep all the conversations G-rated."

"Sure, ruin all my fun" House whined.

"Why do you guys insult each other all the time if you're in love?" Rachel blurted out.

"Honey, I think you have the wrong idea" Cuddy said.

"It's more passionate this way" House said. "Heated debates often lead to the bedroom where we…"

"House!" Cuddy interrupted. "Focus. Rachel is sick. Either help her or send someone else in who will."

"Fine," House muttered.

"Wait, you were always over when I was little and then you stopped coming over" Rachel pointed out. "Why is that?"

"What do you think happened? We broke up!" House answered sarcastically.

"You know," Rachel said to House. "I don't remember mommy really dating much, if at all, after you left which is why I think you two still like each other."

"Well, we like parts of each other" House said.

"Oh for God's sake" Cuddy interjected. "She's only 12-years-old."

"So you guys…you" Rachel started to say, but couldn't get the words out. "Were you together before I was born?"

"What's with the interrogation?" House sassily asked.

"I have a right to know about my past!" Rachel looked at both of them as she said this.

"House, I think you were leaving now" Cuddy urged.

"What? But it was just getting to the good part!" House whined.

"General Hospital is on" Cuddy said. "Go watch that and then we'll talk." House laid down his cane and sat in a chair as he turned on the TV. "I didn't mean here!" she said, but House ignored her.

"See, that's what your mom and I used to be like" he told Rachel during a make-out scene between two of the doctors. He turned towards Cuddy.

"House! Out! Now!" Cuddy opened the door and ushered him out before promptly shutting the door behind him. This episode was followed by a sudden wave of silence. Her secret was out. It was written on that lab report in black and white. But it didn't tell the whole story. Still, Rachel was afraid of her mom hating her and disowning her if she ever found out the rest of the truth. That is, if she believed her in the first place. Rachel pulled the covers over her head so her mom wouldn't be able to see her cry.

"Mark!" she whispered. "Mark did this to me" Rachel wiped away her tears and peeked out from under the covers. Cuddy was staring down at the lab report, looking very distraught.

"Three times" Cuddy thought aloud. "Three times they tested it and three times it came back positive." Cuddy knew that the chances of a false-positive coming back three times was less than 1 percent. Was her daughter really having unprotected sex at such a young age or was this just another cruel trick that House was playing on her? Feeling uneasy, she got up and walked over to her daughter's bedside.

"Rachel, honey, look at me" Cuddy said. Rachel turned towards her. "I need you to be honest with me, okay?" Rachel nodded. "Is there anything you want to tell me? Any secrets you've been keeping? I won't get mad. I promise." Rachel wanted to believe that, she really did, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell her mom the truth.

"There's nothing," Rachel lied. "Everything's fine."

"Sure?" Cuddy asked. Rachel nodded. "Have you…have you ever had sex?" It was a lot harder to ask her daughter this than some random patient with whom she had no personal relationship with.

"No!" Rachel exclaimed. "I've never even kissed a boy!"

"Well, promise me that you'll come to me before you do take that big step, okay?" Rachel nodded. "Okay, then" Cuddy said.

The memories came rushing back with a vengeance. Rachel could feel his hand sliding under her shirt and traveling upwards as he undid her bra.

"Shh! Its ok, Rachel. Relax. No one is going to hurt you."

"Rachel?" Cuddy called out abruptly brining her back to her senses. "I have to go back to work now, but I asked the nurse to page me if anything comes up" Cuddy told her. Rachel hated that her mom worked so much because they hardly got to spend any time together. She was either working or too tired from work to carry out a conversation beyond the point of saying, "Hi, honey! How was your day?" A few times she had actually dozed off while Rachel was talking to her. This morning had been one of the few exceptions. Rachel figured that Cuddy saw the disappointment on her face because she promised Rachel that she'd come back the second she got off work.

"Okay, bye mommy!" Rachel said as Cuddy gave her a quick kiss goodbye and then left. Once she was sure that she was alone, Rachel grabbed the pad and pen that lay on the night table next to her. She took a deep breath and began to write.

I feel so dirty. He makes me feel so dirty. Was I raped? Does it still count as rape even though I didn't stop him from injecting that sedative into my neck? I'm afraid of needles now. Can't even get a shot without mommy holding my hand. I feel really bad for lying to mommy, but how can I tell her that her childhood best friend has been doing this to her daughter for almost 1 year now? How do I even know that she'd believe me? Mark's the nicest guy when mommy's home. He stops by and sometimes brings over a delicious home cooked meal; a nice change from the frozen TV dinners that we're used to having. I guess this is the price I have to pay, huh? You see, I can't say or do anything for mommy's sake. She relies on him to babysit me, run errands for her and just as someone to talk to when she's sad or angry about something. How can I take that away from her? As Mark puts it, "this is a very small price for you to pay considering all that I do for you and your mom." I feel so confused right now. What do I do? I hate being alone with him, but I don't have a choice. Do I? I have to suck it up, grin it and bear it. I have to be strong for mommy. Even if it hurts me.

Rachel was surprised with how much better she felt after writing all of this down. She folded the note twice, placed it on the night table next to her and fell asleep. When she woke up a few hours later, she saw her mom standing outside of her room talking on her cell phone. Rachel couldn't make out what her mom was saying, but she could tell that her mom was very upset about something. Cuddy glanced into the room and saw that Rachel was awake. "I'll call you back later" Cuddy told the person on the other end of the line. "Sounds good. Okay! Bye, now." She put her cell phone back into her purse and walked in. For a moment, Cuddy was speechless. Than tears began to form in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, honey" she said, running over and hugging her daughter. " House showed me the note. Why didn't you tell me? I would have believed you" Cuddy said, feeling hurt that Rachel didn't trust her enough to come forward with this all the times she had asked if something was bothering her. Yet, she knew that you couldn't force a rape victim to come forward before they were ready.

"House showed you the note" Rachel clarified. Cuddy nodded. This confirmed her theory that they still cared for one another. "Where is he now?"

"The thing is," Cuddy started to say. "Well, he decided to go over to Mark's house and teach him a lesson. That didn't work out too well because he got arrested for assault and trespassing." Rachel's eyes widened.

"Because of me. It's my fault he's in jail." Cuddy shook her head.

"No, it's not. And Mark had it coming to him. I swear to God, I'm not letting that…that ass anywhere near you ever again!"

"But he has a spare key to our house" Rachel reminded Cuddy.

"I know" Cuddy responded. "How do you feel about staying at grandma's house for a few days while mommy takes care of some things?" Cuddy asked.

"I like grandma's house" Rachel said cheerfully. "And I can walk to school from there, right?" Cuddy nodded.

"That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about" Cuddy said. "Your illness is still in the very early stages and you just need to take an oral antibiotic for 2 weeks. They'll be releasing you a little later. Still, I can't imagine how scary it must have been for you to go through all of this. If you want, you can take the rest of the week off and I can see if your teachers will send home all of your missed work. How does that sound?"

"No. I want to see my friends" Rachel said. "Plus it'll be good for me to get out and take my mind off everything."

"I'm so proud of you" Cuddy told Rachel as she lightly stroked her forehead. "You're such a strong, smart, sweet and brave girl. Rachel smiled. "Don't worry; we'll get through this together."

"Thanks" Rachel said as Cuddy got back up. "Um…mom?" Cuddy turned around. "I know I'm adopted and all, but you're like a real mom to me. I don't ever think of myself as being adopted. I feel like I belong here."

"Good," Cuddy said. "I am so happy to hear that."

Suddenly Cuddy's cellphone began to vibrate. She took it out and answered it. "Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Oh, hi mom! How are you? Good. Okay. See you in a few. Love you too. Bye, now!" Cuddy put her phone away and looked at Rachel. "That was grandma. She's leaving her house now and should be here in 25-30 minutes depending on traffic. I'm going to pick-up your prescription from the pharmacy and fill out the paperwork to release you." Cuddy started to leave. Then she stopped and pivoted back around. "Wait! Are you okay with being alone for a few minutes?" Rachel nodded. "I'll be back soon" Cuddy assured her. She walked out of the room and Rachel stared up at the ceiling. She was happy that her mom finally knew what Mark was doing to her, yet she feared that Mark would try and hurt her now that he knew she had told. A couple of minutes later, Cuddy came back in.

"Rachel, you have a visitor" Cuddy announced as Annabell walked in.

"Hey, Rach!" Annabell said. "I got this for you" she said as she handed Rachel a teddy bear and a get well card.

"Aww. Thank you so much! It's so cute!" Rachel exclaimed. "If I didn't have an IV in my arm, I would totally get up and hug you right now" Annabell came over and gave Rachel a quick hug.

"Oh, we got our report cards during last period. Ms. Waldron let me take yours so I could give it to you."

"Oh, God!" Rachel said. "I'm like so nervous right now."

"Why? You're like the smartest person I know! I'm sure you got all A's."

"I hope, but I'm not really all that smart." Rachel said. "If I were smart, I wouldn't have let Mark do what he did over and over again. You'd think I'd learn after a while. That I'd fight back. But I was too stupid!" she started to cry.

"No," Annabell said. "You were scared not stupid."

"Then why'd I let him stick a needle in my neck? I hate myself!" She buried her face in her hands and started to cry. Annabell looked up at Cuddy, unsure of what to do or say. Cuddy walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Annabell is right. You were scared. But you were also confused. Being confused is a lot different than being stupid. Someone you trusted violated you and hurt you. You are a great person who has so much to offer to the world. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your mom. I'm saying it because it's the truth" Cuddy wiped away Rachel's tears. "Take a deep breath." Rachel did.

"Then why do I feel like this is my entire fault?"

"That's what criminals do" Annabell said. "They convince the victim it's their fault so they can get away with the crime. It's all an act they put on." Cuddy nodded.

"It is" Cuddy agreed. Rachel smiled.

"Thanks guys!"

"So are you going to open your report card or what?" Annabell asked as she gave it to Rachel. Rachel tore it open. "So?" Annabell anxiously asked. Rachel read out her grades:

Biology (– A)

Pre-Algebra (A)

Gym (A)

English (B)

American History (B+)

Spanish 1 (B+)

"Congratulations, Rachel!" Cuddy said. "I'm proud of you." She got up and walked over to where Annabell was.

"You did better than me" Annabell said. "I got 1 A, 1B+, 3 B's and 1C"

"That's still good" Rachel said. Annabell smiled.

"Thanks!" She checked her phone. "My mom just texted me. We have to get going. I'll see you around, though."

"Okay, and thanks again for the get well gifts!"

"No prob" Annabell said as she walked out the door.

"That was nice of her" Cuddy said. "Annabell is a great friend." Rachel nodded in agreement. "I want you to call me as soon as you get to grandma's house, okay?" Rachel nodded. "And my phone's on. Call or txt any time of day or night and I'll get back to you as quickly as I can".

"Okay, mommy" A minute later, Rachel's grandma came in with a nurse who took the IV out of her arm and put a bandage on it. Rachel ran over and gave Cuddy a goodbye hug.

"Don't forget to call" Cuddy called out as Rachel and her grandma were leaving. Cuddy smiled as she saw Rachel showing her grandma the teddy bear. Rachel looked back once more and smiled at Cuddy before they turned the corner and were out of sight.