Before I start, I should explain a few things. Close your eyes and use your imagination… Imagine a typical Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital ;-) There is Dr Gregory House as a Head of Diagnostics, his old Ducklings and his best friend Wilson. The only difference is that Lisa Cuddy is not their boss. Yeah, I know – WE WANT CUDDY and so on ;-) The Dean of Medicine is someone called… let's say, George Johnson.

Now you can open your eyes and start reading. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my computer.

It was 11.15 a.m. Cameron, Chase and Foreman had been sitting in the conference room for the previous two hours, waiting for their boss. They didn't have a patient yet and were… well, just terribly bored.

"I love the enthusiasm on your faces."

They all jumped when they heard House's voice. No one had noticed his entry fifteen seconds earlier. "Any new cases?"

"Not yet. Johnson was here, you have clinic duty from 12.00," replied Chase.

"Uh huh, so our favorite Dean of Medicine is back. I preferred when he was on holiday."

"You can't have everything," Foreman shrugged his shoulders. "But he's retiring next year, so you'll have a new boss soon."

At that moment fax in House's office beeped twice. Cameron went there and took a few sheets of paper. "We've got a patient," she said, coming back. "Geena Angels, 7-year-old girl… from New York General?"

House raised his head. "Somebody wants to move the kid from NY to my unit? At last they realized who's the best."

"There's also a letter." Cameron gave him the sheet of paper.

"Why don't you read it aloud?"

"It's a private letter. To you."

House raised his eyebrows and started reading.

Hi Greg,

It's been a long time since we've last talked to each other, but I hope you remember me. After our argument I decided not to contact you any more, but I need your help. My daughter is sick and no one can say what's wrong with her. I thought about you – I've been tracing your work and your achievements for all these years and I know you're the best diagnostician in the US. Please help me. I don't have anybody to ask for that. I'm helpless, and so are my doctors. I don't know how long I will be able to keep Geena all right.

If you don't want to help me, I understand. I was so stupid then. But now it's not about me, it's about her. Please call me and let me know about your decision. I hope you'll forget about old times and help me – no, help my daughter. She doesn't have to pay for my mistakes.

Yours,

Lisa Cuddy-Angels

"Interesting idea," he said to his team when he finished reading. "Desperate mother pretends to be my old friend to get help."

Chase took the letter from him. "She gave you her phone number," he remarked. "Don't you remember her?"

"Not really. I can't remember all my women, can I?" He glanced at the text again.

Cuddy… Lisa Cuddy… The name rang a bell, but he couldn't recall the face.

That's all for now, just a short chapter to check if you want to read the rest. Please let me know what you think about it!