The rain was pouring down on to the side of the elongated vehicle. This was the first time she had taken a bus anywhere alone, but with the information she had just uncovered, she knew the reason she was on the smelly, dirty, and hot bus was worth the ride. She had taken this Greyhound from Brown to Princeton on a whim, but if this is where she could find her biological parents, then Jessica was going to find them.

She ducked her head and risked her American Eagle jeans getting splashed with the falling rain as she bolted from the bus stop in the teaching hospital where she had determined they would be. Her adoptive parents had told her here, and she doubted they were lying. Due to the rain the hospital lobby was bustling with people. She didn't know if they were sick, healthy, or employees; she just needed to find someone who would know everyone. She scanned the room not for a person, but for a directory. Jessica was determined, and wouldn't leave here till she had an answer or two.

Instead of finding the directory, she saw through the clinic doors the office of a Lisa Cuddy, who was labeled as the Dean of Medicine. Jessica didn't need a second longer to establish the Dean of Medicine would know the two doctors she was looking for. She squeaked over to the glass clinic doors and headed for the wood framed windows. Before entering she checked her surrounding. The clinic had been worse than the lobby had. There was almost no room to stand without touching another person, which Jessica found out by getting rubbed against a very large man, who was sweating profusely. A quick glance behind her and to each side and she stumbled into Lisa Cuddy's office.

Jessica realized that she forgot a very important step of breaking and entering, and that was checking the inside of the desired location. It appeared to her that she was disrupting some sort of diagnosis, which she determined through hearing the words "it could be cancer" before her appearance brought silence to the room. She looked around awkwardly, and could tell the eight people were waiting for some sort of explanation. Before she could pull something out of the air, someone beat her to the punch.

"What's your diagnosis?" He pointed his cane in Jessica's direction. "You could probably be right at the rate my team is going."

"House… Can I help you?"

"Sure. Yes, I need to find my parents."

"Oh Dr. Cuddy here is definitely not your parent…"

"House! How would I know your parents?"

"Um, hello we're diagnosing a dying man!"

"Foreman, the dying man can wait. This girl needs her mommy and daddy."

"Uh, thanks, House." Jessica replied sarcastically. "They work here and you know everyone."

"You know they really can't write this stuff on TV…" House received a glare from both Cuddy and Jessica.

"Okay House please take your team out of my office. Obviously your diagnosis isn't cancer. Leave Wilson alone and go make a real diagnosis so we can save a life."

"You are really no fun at all. C'mon kids."

Jessica waited till they all filed out of the office to give Dr. Cuddy the two names she had received from her adoptive parents. "You ready?"

"You've got the names, it's all up to you."

"Oh, right. Yeah," She pulled a piece of paper out of her Brown hoodie pocket. "Allison Cameron and Robert Chase. Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital."

Cuddy laughed. "How much is House paying you to do this? Really, how much?"

Jessica was not amused. "Are you serious? They're my parents! My parents, or well, the people who adopted me told me I could find them here. Okay, fine is there someone else here who knows everyone here, I can just ask them if you're not going to believe me."

"Okay, no I believe you, sure." Cuddy tried to conceal a smirk. She scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Jessica. "Here, follow these directions and you will find your parents. Walk right in."

"Gregory House? As in the guy who was just here?"

"Yes. Dr. House will be able to point you in the right direction."

Jessica rolled her eyes at Cuddy. "Great thanks." she squeezed her way through the very crowded clinic and made her way back out to the lobby. She spotted the elevators on her right and barely made her way onto a very packed elevator. She got off at her floor and looked around for the door marked Gregory House, M.D.