James Wilson grinned slightly. It didn't matter that the airport terminal was crowded and stuffy. Scarlett was coming today. His beautiful niece from Minnesota was spending her break from college in Princeton. He knew she would never do it voluntarily, but he was excited, none the less.

A watch pot never boils, James. Get a grip, He thought to himself. Never was he so jittery.

The gate opened slowly. Several people walked off the bridge and toward baggage claims. Finally, James caught sight of Scarlett. Her blonde hair flickered in the fluorescent lights as she twitched her head back in order to get it off her shoulder. She glanced around the terminal and saw her uncle waiting for her.

Scarlett's face lit up, "Uncle James!"

She ran toward him. Upon reaching Wilson, she flung her arms around his neck.

Returning the hug, he smiled lightly, "Hey kiddo…"

"I've missed you!" She pulled back slightly and looked at him.

"I missed you too," He pulled back from the hug. "Let's get to baggage claim."

Along the way, Scarlett told Wilson of her plans. She was determined to become a self made director. After many attempts at it, she decided to turn to her family. Of course, her thoughts first jumped to Princeton-Plainsboro.

"So I was thinking, I could document your patients," She stated.

Wilson stopped and cocked his head to the side. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that."

"Was it worth me coming, then?" Scarlett giggled.

He had to get used to that. Scarlett wasn't the little girl she used to be. For crying out loud, she was twenty-five! Wilson couldn't accept it. She was a woman. It seemed like it was just yesterday when Scarlett spit up on his first wife. Having no children of his own, he relied on her and her younger brother, Peter.

Scarlett scurried over to the baggage carousel. After finding the first bag, she flung it on the floor. The second, she picked up carefully and looked through it slowly.

"Hurry it up! The train's leaving," Wilson hastily called out to his niece.

"Just a sec!" Scarlett rolled her eyes and zipped the bag closed. James, James, James. What am I going to do with you? She shook her head and followed Wilson out of the building. Ever since she was a little girl, James had spoiled her. And of course, she loved it. He was more like a second dad than an uncle. An overprotective, stubborn man with a big heart.

Wilson jumped around the car and into the driver's seat. "You've never been to PPTH yet, have you?"

"No, because you thought I would bug out," her eyes widened. Scarlett looked out the window at New Jersey rolling past her. She was happy to get away for awhile. Her boyfriend had left her for her best friend. Of course, she hadn't told anyone about it. Scarlett was never one to toot her horn about her personal life.

Wilson broke the silence. "How's Aaron?"

Scarlett froze. "He's-he's good."

Wilson knew that face. He knew that when Scarlett lurched and stuttered through her sentences, something was wrong. "Is he okay?"

She smiled sarcastically and shook her head, "Like I said, he's great." She paused. "Aaron's having fun in bed with my best friend."

Her uncle stopped suddenly, realizing it was a red light. Scarlett rolled her head around, "I know."

"I'm sorry for asking," Wilson looked up at her.

"It's a reasonable question," She nodded.

Wilson pulled into the parking lot of PPTH. He was hoping that she wouldn't meet House just yet. Not yet. He had talked about it a lot with her parents, but he didn't know if she knew. A black Lexus pulled into the parking lot. Scarlett craned her neck to see it. Dr. Lisa Cuddy strutted out of the car.

Wilson had been watching Cuddy go in. "That's my boss. Lisa Cuddy."

"Anglo-Saxon. Nice," she nodded slowly. Scarlett watched Cuddy slam through the doors. Wilson pulled into his parking spot and unlocked the doors. His niece lifted her camera bag from the floor and looked through it once more. She withdrew a small camera.

"Don't tell me you're going to start filming now…" Wilson complained as he opened the door.

"Uncle James. I have a special responsibility as a film maker. Especially, documentaries," Scarlett stepped out of the car.

They walked in sync. The ding of the camera going on hurt Wilson's ears. Scarlett lifted up the camera and stopped suddenly. Slowly, she spun and held it out toward the building.

"Come..." Wilson began.

"Shhhh!" Scarlett shook her head and stopped, facing the parking lot. She turned to her uncle. "Who's that?"

Wilson looked the direction Scarlett was. Stepping off his motorcycle, House stopped and looked at the two of them.

"We should go," Wilson pulled his niece into the building, not wanting Scarlett to see House just yet.

She cocked her head to the side. "Uncle James. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm taking you to my office," He got her into the elevator and pressed the close button quickly. That was close. Too close. The first thing his niece would see would've been that bastard. But that bastard was his best friend. Wilson couldn't help but notice that something was up with his niece. From the time he pulled her away from House, she didn't stop staring behind her.

"You're ridiculous," She shook her head.

Wilson knew what was best for Scarlett. House wasn't best. In fact, it could have been the worst meds prescribed. Especially for her broken heart. He opened the door to his office and threw his bag on the chair. Scarlett tiptoed in and held her camera up.

"This is nice," she nodded. The camera shut off. "Shoot," She took a cord out of her bag and plugged it into the wall. "What's the most interesting part of this hospital?"

"Hou…" Wilson stopped himself. He was obsessing over House. "How about lunch?"

"Fine," she rolled her eyes. Uncle James had always been peculiar around her. Whenever he talked about work with her dad, he'd close the kitchen door. And Scarlett had always made her little brother wander in, looking for his glasses or a textbook. Oh, those were the days. Scarlett shed the leather jacket she was wearing, revealing a thick crimson sweater, perfect for the January weather.

Wilson looked up from his desk. His niece sat down on the couch and looked up at him. Her gray blue eyes swirled around as she stared at him. Scarlett looked heart broken, though she tried not to show it. He didn't understand why Aaron had been such a jerk and left her. To each his own. That's what his sister-in-law, Donna, would say. His niece was so much like Donna, but that was a good thing.

The door opened, revealing Cuddy. She smiled and gestured with her hands, "I guess you're Scarlett. I'm Lisa Cuddy, but your uncle probably told you that."

Scarlett blushed, giving a reason for her name. "Yes, that's me."

Wilson came up behind his niece and hugged her from the side, "We were just going to get lunch."

"Okay," Cuddy sighed. "I'll talk to you later, Scarlett."

Cuddy strutted out of the office and Wilson looked down for a minute. Now Cuddy was trying to steal his niece away. Everyone wanted to meet Scarlett it seemed. From the play pen to teams for gym, that's how it worked.

"Are you coming?" Scarlett broke his train of thought. Leaning on the doorframe, her eyes darted around the hallway.

Looking for House, I suppose. He thought.