Lisa Cuddy sat, cooing over her daughter Rachel, in her office. This wasn't the first time she had to bring Rachel in—or, secretly admitting, wanted to bring her daughter to be close by. Rachel adored her nanny but as Cuddy was learning, kids grow fast. Maybe it was time to bring up the idea of an on-site daycare to the board again….

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her door. She smiled and beckoned Angel Hoffman to enter. Just as she was about to say hello, her phone rang. "Could you?" she quickly asked Angel, motioning to Rachel and her bottle. Angel gladly held her, talking softly while Cuddy answered the phone. Though Cuddy's thoughts were mostly on her call, she couldn't help but notice how well Rachel took to Angel, and how comfortable Angel was with her daughter.

By the time the call was over, Rachel was asleep in Angel's arms. Cuddy was impressed. "Not many people can carry that off the first time she meets them," she said quietly, taking Rachel and laying her down to sleep in her portable crib. Angel grinned and shrugged. "Now, what can I do for you? Is everything going ok with House?" Cuddy was concerned by the new look on Angel's face.

Angel held back a grimace, saying that all was fine, leaving out her banishment to Foreman's office this week. She took a deep breath.

Angel and Cuddy didn't notice House sitting across the lobby, baseball cap, shades, cane tucked behind his chair. His makeshift disguise so Angel wouldn't recognize him. Was she ratting him out to Cuddy about her punishment?

He watched the expressions of the two women: Angel distressed, Cuddy frowning then dismayed. Shit. Am I in trouble again?

Angel began to look upset, and Cuddy moved to sit by her, even so much as patting her hand. There was some kind of female bonding going on. Now House was confused. Cuddy flipped through some paperwork. Well, maybe he wasn't in trouble after all.

After a few teary moments from Angel, she smiled in what looked like relief. Cuddy returned the smile, gently patting her arm. House ducked down as Angel left Cuddy's office.

House's irritability changed to concern as she rounded the corner and leaned hard against the wall, then grabbed the rim of a garbage bin and vomited. He started to stand, to see if she was alright, when Foreman approached her.

"Angel? Are you ok?" Foreman could see how weak and pale she looked; he wrapped his arm around her, and carefully led her back to his office.

"I'm so embarrassed, part nerves, part migraine," Angel tried to laugh it off but her voice shook too hard.

Lisa Cuddy looked up from her desk when House just walked in, unannounced. "Shh, Rachel's sleeping," she sternly whispered knowing House's demeanor rarely included talking softly. House looked over and for a minute his eyes softened. Cuddy often saw him that way with children. Then he looked back over at her, face hard.

"So, what was Angel here to complain about? Whatever she said I did—"

"Actually we didn't discuss you." Cuddy's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What did you do House? It's only her first week." Both spotted her resume on the top of the desk and dashed for it, House won.

"Why were you looking at her resume?" House frowned.

"I'm pushing forward her medical insurance application and I needed a few things to go in her file," Cuddy said with authority, chin jutting upwards. House knew something was up.

"Mmhmm." House tossed the resume back to Cuddy and walked out. There was one other person he knew he could get the truth from. Wilson.

"Aren't you lucky you're working for the neurologist this week?" Foreman ushered her in, turned off as many lights as he could and had her lie down on the couch with an ice pack. "I have to go to the pharmacy to get your dilaudid, but after this I'll have it here for you. Hang on; I'll be back as soon as possible."

Every footstep in the hallway, any sliver of light in the room made the pain in her head that much more excruciating. Tears trickled out of her eyes from sheer pain. They had been getting worse, but this was the worst by far. She was relieved when Foreman got back, even if it meant two needle sticks. "Ok, here's the dilaudid, and here's the zofran for your nausea."

Angel let out a shuddery sigh of thanks, too afraid to talk because of the pain and queasy feelings. It was as if someone waved a wand—the pain diminished drastically but she felt so sleepy. Eric handed her some ginger ale to sip.

"Just rest. The injectible works faster but it will knock you out for awhile." Foreman gently covered her with a blanket, and patted her hand. "I'll be right here if you need anything." He smiled as she quickly conked out. To see her wrinkled brow settle into a more peaceful visage was a relief for him too. The remains of a few tears clung to her long dark lashes which cast a stark contrast against her pale skin.

Foreman looked away, a bit embarrassed to be staring at her while she slept. He was her doctor and it just felt too….intimate to be watching her that way. But damned if he could help it. Hell, he was only human and just about every man in the department was tripping over themselves when she walked by. Except House. Foreman shook his head. If only he could hire Angel as an assistant….