Cuddy's heels clicked on the floor as she made her way towards House's office, going over the conversation she was about to have in her mind. She was never nervous about talking to House, but this was different. She approached the door, she saw they were already in progress with a diagnosis. She was about to leave, but House already saw her and smirked, which made the rest of them look back. "Damn you House," she mouthed, and opened the door. "Alright, what are you... well, what do we have here?" House was distracted by the sight of a young girl by Cuddy's side. The ducklings took notice, also, but Chase was the one most intrigued. "She's my daughter. Now please, House-" "She's your WHAT?!" Everyone turned to look at her. "Um, hi?" she replied, quietly. Everyone looking at her made her uncomfortable, so she stepped back a little. Her fear made House laugh a little, and he remarked "It's alright. You don't need to be afraid of us. We don't bite...well, Chase does, if you ask nicely." Chase rolled his eyes, but was clearly embarrassed. Kayla's eyes darted from House to who she assumed was Chase. Their eyes met and she smiled a little. "ANYWAY," Cuddy interrupted, rolling her eyes, "I came her to inform you-" "How old are you, anyway?" House asked, clearly ignoring Cuddy. "Um, 18?" Kayla made of it more of a question than a statement. "Oh, see, Chase, she's even legal for you!" Chase cocked his head and glared at him. "Why do you keep singling me out?" he asked. House returned his glare and lowered his head, as if he was saying "If you could rape her a little bit more with your eyes..." Chase must of understood, because he lowered his head and stared at the desk. Cuddy's anger rose, and she finally yelled, "Can someone PLEASE pay attention to ME just ONCE?!" Everyone finally looked at her, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.