Author's Note: Sorry I forgot to mention this earlier, but this is set before Cuddy gets Rachel, but after House finds a new team, and after Kutner dies. Please enjoy! And I almost forgot, happy new years!!!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned House, but I don't!

"Vermont?! We're going to Vermont? To farm? Farm what?" Wilson ranted, on the verge of hyperventilation.

"It's a cow farm" replied the cop "We found a nice family in Vermont, there going on a cruise and said as long as we take care of the cows, it's all ours! You guys can move up there as soon as Doctor Cuddy is well enough."

"How long?" Cuddy asked in a whisper, dreading the answer no matter what it was.

"Just until we catch Carl. It shouldn't be too long; we have his name, what he looks like, and the area he's in. All we have to do is find him!" the cop smiled, excited about the hunt. "A couple of weeks at the most."

Chase entered the room and everyone went quiet. "I'm sorry, is everything okay? Am I interrupting something?" he questioned, a confused look on his face.

"No, its fine, everything okay." She answered in a voice that made it known she was lying.

"Well, you lung seems to be healing fine. You should be able to go home in a couple of days, if you take it easy." Chase smiled at Cuddy, handing her the charts. Sensing he wasn't wanted in the room, he left, his smile fading as another patient was rushed into the hospital, the ambulance sirens still going.

"What's today?" asked the cop.

"Thursday?" Wilson supplied.

"I think it is. Then we should be able to leave for Vermont, Saturday morning!" the cop looked happy, though Cuddy couldn't think of a reason why. She was being torn away from her hospital, her friends, and her life. And just to be thrown into a complete strangers!

"Do we really have to leave so soon? I have things that need to be taken care of, and people to call about a temporary replacement for me-" Cuddy rambled, trying to find an excuse for her not to have to go.

"I'm afraid so, the sooner we leave the safer you are. I'll get the tickets and meet you at the airport at nine! Don't be late." He said the last part to House, and then left the room.

The moment the officer was out of the door Wilson exploded, "House! Look at what you have gotten us into! What are my patients going to think when I just disappear? Huh? They'll be hurt I abandoned them just for some vacation, or whatever the cover story is! I should just-"

"Wilson. It's not going to make things any different if you yell at him" she interrupted, surprised at Wilson's outburst, he usually wasn't the one for yelling "House may have screwed up, but it was a long time ago! Nobody could predict a thing like this happening."

"Screwed up? Who gets drunk at fifteen? Who drives drunk at fifteen? I know House, but you would think he would be smarter than to get drunk and drive! I mean really, how did you even get your mom to let you use her car?" Wilson ranted, still furious.

"Oh would you both shut up! You sound like your both five when you argue!" House exclaimed, obviously now annoyed. This stopped Wilson and Cuddy. House abruptly left the room, he had to go mock his team, he was going to miss being able to do that when he was gone. He burst through the door, startling Taub and Thirteen to his enjoyment, but Forman just sat there, unfazed by the rude interruption.

"Where were you?" asked Taub

"Well there's this one nurse…" House trailed off suspiciously.

"Don't want to know!" Thirteen said quickly "We have a new patient, extreme pain in his head, nausea, and he's coughing up blood."

"Could be his lungs" Forman answered.

"Doesn't explain the nausea" replied Taub.

"Extreme pain can cause nausea" Forman argued.

"What about toxins?" Thirteen added.

"It would explain all of his symptoms" Taub agreed.

"We have a winner!" House said pointing to Thirteen "Go check his home for toxins." He stood up and started for the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" asked Forman.

"Sorry, mom said I was allowed to leave, you can ask!" He replied, using his best puppy dog eyes, and earning a frown from Forman. "I'm going on vacation!"

"Wait, what?" Thirteen exclaimed.

""I said, I'm going on va-" House replied slowly, before he was interrupted.

"We got that part" Taub said, frustrated "But where are you going, and for how long?"

"I'm going to Las Vegas, I'll come back when I run out of money!" he replied, leaving the room. "Oh" he said, sticking his head back through the door "Wilson and Cuddy are coming too! Cuddy will probably be here soon to leave Forman in charge" he slammed the door, leaving his team confused, except for Forman, who still leaned calming against the back wall of the room.

House limped down the hallway and was almost to the lobby when he was stopped by Wilson, "Where are you going?"

"Why do I keep getting asked that?" He replied, a genuine look of confusion on his face.

"Well?" Wilson prodded, still searching for an answer.

""I'm going home to pack. This trip is going to be fun, and I have to be prepared!"

"Don't you think that Cuddy will be angry that you're leaving early?" Wilson questioned.

"She's asleep, she doesn't care!" he replied with a smile on his face. It made Wilson feel slightly less miserable about the situation when he knew that it was making House happy, something he isn't often. "Do you think we'll need disguises? Because I was searching online and I found some fake mustaches, and there's this one that I think would fit you perfectly-"

"Bye House" Wilson waved as he headed back to his office.


Saturday morning, House woke to the sound of Wilson's car honking. He rolled over onto his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head. A few minutes later, the car honked again. House groaned, and looked at the alarm clock "too early to be waking up on a Saturday" he said to himself. He felt the pain flair in his leg, and grabbed the bottle of vicodine he kept on his bedside table. Dry swallowing a few, he got up and limped over to his dresser, grabbed some clean cloths and threw them on. As he was pulling on his sneakers, he heard the car honk again. Grabbing his suitcase, he struggled down the stairs and stuck it in the back of Wilson's car.

"Come on, were going to be late!" Wilson complained as House open the door and sat in the passenger's seat.

House glared at the clock, "Yeah, late for being twenty minutes early" he muttered, then stole the rest of Wilson's breakfast burrito and stuffed it in his mouth whole. "Eww, what is this crap?" House exclaimed, spitting it out the window.

"Eggs, tofu, spinach…" Wilson listed.

"Enough, you're going to make me barf" House said in a disgusted tone.

"Well, maybe that will teach you not to take my food" Wilson chuckled. Thirty minutes later, they were at the airport. Pulling into a handicap spot at the front, they saw the officer, already standing with a nervous looking Cuddy. He helped House pull his luggage out of the back, and then they all checked through airport security.

On the speakers overhead, they heard a boarding call for their flight. Cuddy turned to look out the window; she was going to miss the hospital and all of its insanity. "Living on a farm with Wilson and House, what a vacation this is going to be" she mused to herself as they boarded the plane.

Please please review, it makes my day! I won't be posting chapter four till the end of the weekend, or Monday. I would really love your ideas for what will happen next!