"House. Case." She said coming into his office. She flung the case onto his desk, he grabbed the manilla folder and opened it.

"Twin sisters with bone marrow cancer, they both need transplants." He looked up, "What's the mystery?"

"Finding their parents. Twins have been in foster care since they were born." Cuddy replied.

He laughed, "It was nice talking to you, especially since I have a great view of the girls from here, but it sounds like you need a private investigator."

"I already know who the parents are," she responded. Tell him. Tell him. "But you haven't had a case in almost two months, and you haven't been doing your clinic hours. So this is your new case, congrats."

"But mommmm," He whined, "where's the fun?"

"The fun, is that one or both of parents work here."

His eyes lit up with a thought. "So I get to do DNA samples on everyone in the hospital."

"Without them knowing, knock yourself out. Let me know if what you find out." She said turning on her heel and walking out. Your such a wuss, you couldn't even tell him. You had to make this some kind of lame game. She walked to the patient's room. She had put the two girls in the same room, so they would be more comfortable. She looked in on the two girls.

"Mom," she cried into the phone, it wasn't like Lisa Cuddy to cry. But then again, it wasn't like Lisa Cuddy to run to her mother for help. "Mom, i'm pregnant."

"You're-You're what?" Her mom said into the phone. Her mom was surprised, she could tell. But she could also hear the smile, appearing on her mother's face. Her mom had always wanted her to have tons of babies, get married, and live next door.

"Before you get all excited, mom, we broke up a few months ago," She said, remembering the break up. The yelling, things breaking, then the amazing break up sex. She could still feel his skin, hot, against hers. His hands devouring every part of her. She still had some of the bruises from the angry sex they had had. "I don't know what to do. I can't tell him, he's not the fatherly type. I can't let him see me like this. And I refuse to kill the babies."

"Ba-Babies?"

Dammit, did she say that outloud? Shit. "Yes, mom, twin girls." She could hear her mom sigh over the phone.

"Okay here's what we're gonna do."

"It's funny seeing you here," He breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a small pain in her head, she slapped his hand, causing the small hair to fall to the ground. "You know, how I like it rough." He said, "Are you going to try and stop me every step of the way?" He asked, knowing she meant the case.

"You don't get to test me," She said looking at the girls and refusing to turn and look into his baby blues. The blues that caught her heart once, and never giving it back. The blues, that sent butterflies into her stomach.

"But you've had several sexual partners." He complained.

She turned to face him, causing her head to spin so fast that her hair whipped him in the face. "They are sixteen. Which means, they were concieved seventeen years ago. Seventeen years ago, we were dating but I broke up with you. I didn't start dating until a year after that. And no there were no one-night stands or any sex within that year. Did you get me pregnant?" She asked.

"No...well that I know of."

"Exactly, so its not me." The lie slide easily through her lips. She turned back towards the girls, the one farthest from her, Makayla, had dark brown-almost black- curly hair that ran past her shoulders, almost to her elbows. She had pale light skin. She had dark blue green eyes and pale pink lucous lips. She had an old light blue electric guitar in her lap.

Her sister, Molly, was on the bed closest to them with her back facing them. She had light pale skin- just like her moms- and light brown wavy hair. She had his light blue eyes- but a tad bit darker. She had an old fashioned guitar in her hands.

Makayla stopped strumming her guitar. She looked at her twin and nodded her chin towards them. Which caused her sister to turn and look at them.

His arm slightly brushed her lower back as he breezed into the room. She followed him in.