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House was sitting in his office, mindlessly drumming his fingers on his desk, when Cameron came rushing in. "House, you're here!" she said breathlessly.

"Cameron, you've got boobs!" House shouted as he triumphantly threw his hands in the air. Cameron stared at him in shock before she walked over and slapped him on the side of the arm. "What? I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest!" She rolled her eyes at that remark.

"I thought you'd like to know that Rachel was just admitted to the ER" she said curtly.

"Taub's ex?"

"No! Cuddy's daughter" Cameron responded in disbelief.

"OUR daughter" he corrected. "So what's the scoop?" She threw a file down on his desk.

"Info is all in here. Sorry, but I don't have time to stay and chat. I've got a waiting room full of injured people" Cameron explained. "By the way, Cuddy's here too and she's an emotional wreck. For her sake, I hope you decide to go down there." Cameron stared at House for a moment and, after receiving no response, turned around and left his office, slamming the door shut behind her.

House sighed as he opened up the file and began to read.

Rachel Cuddy 14 y/o female

Mild Hypoglycemia due to improper use of Metformin.

Also, off of medication for Bipolar Disorder.

No physical complications currently found.

Final Diagnosis: Bipolar Disorder and Orthorexia.

Suggested Treatment Plan: 30 day inpatient program.

Afterwards, follow up with a nutritionist 1x week,

a Psychiatrist 1x month

and attend group therapy sessions 3x weekly.

House shook his head in utter disbelief. How could he have missed all of the signs? After all, he had been a diagnostician for over 20 years. Noticing symptoms that no one else noticed is what he did for God's sake! Was he starting to lose his magic touch or was Rachel just that good at hiding it? House picked up his oversized tennis ball and tossed it in the air as he began to think.

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Cuddy was standing on the other side of the curtain from where Rachel was, trying to compose herself. The last thing Rachel needed was to see her fall apart. "Lisa?" Cuddy turned around. It was Cameron. "Is everything ok?"

"Obviously not!" Cuddy snapped. "My daughter is slowly killing herself and my so-called boyfriend hasn't even bothered to come down once to see how she's doing. So, no! Everything isn't ok, Allison!" At that point, Cuddy couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She walked over to one of the chairs in the waiting area and sat down as she buried her face in her arms and let the tears fall. Cameron took a seat beside her.

"Hey, you did the right thing by bringing her here. At least now Rachel will get the help she needs." Cuddy looked up at Cameron through blurry eyes. "And, as for House, he may be an ass, but he always ends up coming through in the end." Cuddy wiped away her tears.

"I hope you're right" Cuddy said as she took a deep breath. "Do you truly think Rachel will end up being ok? I mean, it's just that I thought she was finally better and it turns out that she was just really good at hiding her problems from me. Am I a horrible mother because I didn't pick up on it sooner? Because I let it come to this?" Cameron placed her hand on Cuddy's shoulder.

"You're a great mother, Lisa. You really care about Rachel and you want what's best for her. It's just that, unfortunately, people with mental illnesses are very good at hiding their illness, even from professionals. They're very good liars and manipulators." Cameron paused for a moment. "House didn't catch on to this either, did he?" Cuddy shook her head. "See? It wasn't just you. You are not a bad mother. Ok?"

"Thank you, Allison" Cuddy said. "That's exactly what I needed to hear."

"You going to be ok?" Cuddy nodded.

"I should be."

"If you need anything, you know where to find me" Cameron said as she got up and walked away. Cuddy stared down at the ground. She thought about everything that Cameron had just said. It made her feel better about her abilities as being a mother, but Cuddy still didn't feel any better about Rachel's potential prognosis at this point. She took a deep breath and went back into where Rachel was.

"Hi, sweetie!" Cuddy said as she walked over to Rachel's bedside. Rachel turned over and looked up at Cuddy.

"Hi, mommy! What's going on? Am I well enough to leave yet?"

"Physically, yes," Cuddy answered. "Mentally…well, they want to place you into a 30 day intensive care program starting tonight and then…"

"What?" Rachel interjected. "No way! I don't want to, mommy! Please don't make me."

"I don't want you to have to go either" Cuddy confessed. "But I was really scared with what I saw this morning. You were actually hallucinating when I came into your room. At first I thought it might have been due to a drastic drop in blood sugar, but the blood tests show that there wasn't nearly enough of a drop to cause symptoms like that. In fact, your blood sugar only came back three points below normal range, which is very little cause for concern."

"I'll start taking my meds again. I promise!" Rachel pleaded.

"I think you need more than just meds, at this point" Cuddy explained. "And I honestly don't know how to help you, but these people do!"

"So, you're just going to toss me in there and leave me and forget about me like I'm a piece of trash?" Rachel started to cry.

"No, it's not like that" Cuddy argued.

"Really because, from where I am, it sounds exactly like that" Rachel said turning away, so her back was facing Cuddy. "I don't want to talk anymore!" Cuddy sighed as she left and headed down towards the cafeteria.

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House didn't have a case for the time being, so he figured he might as well go down and check on Rachel. He grabbed his cane and headed towards the ER, trying to maintain a stoic expression the whole way down. He walked over to the nurse's station and grabbed a copy of the nurses' log in order to find out where Rachel was. "Nice to see you at our end of the hospital for once, Dr. House" one of the nurse's said.

"Yeah, yeah" House grumbled. "Take a picture because you might never see this again." The nurse just shook her head and walked away with a smirk on her face.

House continued on and had just about reached where Rachel was when he heard her scream. House sprinted over as fast as he could, ignoring the increasing level of pain in his leg. When he reached Rachel's room, he saw a girl with long strawberry-blonde hair hovering over her bed. "Get the hell away from her!" House shouted as he lunged towards the girl and went to reach her. She was too quick and ducked underneath his arm. The mystery girl didn't anticipate his cane being there, however, and promptly tripped over it giving House enough time to turn around and pull her up by the arm. "Who the hell are you?" House shouted in the girl's face. She said nothing. "Oh, so now you decide to be quiet and not know anything? How convenient." He turned towards Rachel. "You ok, kiddo?" Rachel nodded.

"Her…her name is Annabell" Rachel sputtered.

"Oh, so this is the infamous little bitch." Annabell scowled at him. "What's wrong? You can dish it, but you can't take it? Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun together" he said as he led Annabell outside into the waiting area. House walked over to a security guard. "I need you to watch this one extra close for me. She's a former psych patient." The security guard nodded as he glared down at Annabell. House walked around the corner and called Cuddy's cell.

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Cuddy was sitting in the Cafeteria drinking a cup of coffee. She was really hurt that Rachel was pushing her away like this, but she also knew that this was part of the illness and she couldn't take any of what Rachel said personally. Suddenly Cuddy's cellphone began to ring, breaking her free from her thoughts. "Hello," Cuddy answered.

"Cuddles get your butt up to the ER pronto!" House said with an unusual sense of urgency.

"What's going on? Is everything ok?"

"If it was, I wouldn't be calling you telling you to come up here, now would I?"

"Oh my God! What happened?" Cuddy panicked as she thought of every single possible worse-case scenario.

"Just get your butt up here!" House shouted before hanging up. Cuddy grabbed her coffee and ran down the corridors, making it to the ER in record time. It took a minute before she spotted House but, when she did, she immediately ran over as she called out to him.

"House! What's going on?" she said as she approached him, sounding almost out of breath.

"Follow me and I'll show you" House said as he lead Cuddy over to where the security guard was. "You know this girl?" he asked as he pointed towards Annabell. Cuddy gasped.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here? You stay away from my daughter! Do you hear me?" Cuddy shouted. "How did you get here? How did you find out where she was?"

"Cuddy, relax and let the girl talk" House said as he put his hand on her shoulder. Cuddy pushed it off.

"Don't you dare tell me to relax when my daughter's well-being is at stake!" she sneered. "And you! Answer my questions, now!"

"The 5th amendment says I don't have to" Annabell responded in a snarky tone. "And thus I won't."

"Do you really want the big bad bitch to take you to court?" House said as he glared down and stared at Annabell. "Because that's what'll happen if you don't answer and, if you go to court, you will lose. Trust me on that one, little girl."

"Ha!" Annabell said. "Like my Uncle Mark lost to her? No one will believe a word Rachel says because she's a psychopath. And no one will believe you" she said turning towards Cuddy. "Because you're the one who raised a psychopath in the first place. Face it, my family will win every time and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Is that so?" Cuddy responded. "Because I actually just did a lot about it while you were busy yapping!" Annabell stared at her with a confused expression.

"Fine! I'll leave and I won't come back anymore!" she sneered.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere" Cuddy shot right back. She turned towards House. "I'm going to check on Rachel now. The police should be here in about 10 minutes. And…"

"What? The police?" Annabell cried out. "I didn't touch her! I swear!"

"Then what'd you come to do? Apologize?" House asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Um…yeah"

"Hey, Cuddy has hell frozen over yet? Nope? Have pigs learned how to fly? Nope? Then you're not here to apologize."

"Thank you House…for everything" Cuddy said. She gave Annabell one last piercing glare before she turned around and walked away.

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Rachel was sitting up in her bed, still in shock over what had just happened, when Cuddy came running in. "Rachel, are you ok? I just heard what happened! I want you to know that…" Cuddy started to say when Rachel started waving her hands wildly in the air and interrupted her.

"Mommy, stop talking!" she practically shouted. So Cuddy did. "Annabell was just in here. She took my hearing aids, so I can't hear a word you're saying. I'm sorry." Cuddy walked over and sad down on the edge of her bed. She grabbed the notepad.

"Annabell is with a security guard. I called the police. They should be here in a few minutes" Cuddy wrote down. Rachel smiled. She reached for the notepad, which Cuddy promptly handed towards her.

"We both need to learn sign language so I don't always need to be dependent on the hearing aids." She handed the pad back to Cuddy.

"We'll see" wrote back. "I'm still going to get you a new pair of hearing aids ASAP" she added below. Cuddy handed the pad back to Rachel.

"Thanks" Rachel said aloud. Cuddy nodded.

"Do you need anything?" Cuddy wrote. Rachel shook her head. "I'm going to head out now. I'll be back in a few minutes. I promise" Cuddy wrote down. Rachel nodded. Cuddy stood up and walked back out into the waiting area and saw that Annabell was still with the security guard. Cuddy walked right over. "What did you do with Rachel's hearing aids?" she demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Annabell lied.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know that you took them. What'd you do with them?" Cuddy asked with true disdain in her voice.

"Nothing. Ok. I don't have them!"

"Empty your pockets" Cuddy demanded.

"No and you can't force me!"

"Do you realize how guilty you look now?" Cuddy asked Annabell as she glared down at her. "If you truly have nothing to hide than you should have no problem proving me wrong by emptying your pockets."

"So what if I took them? You can't prove anything?" Cuddy turned towards the security guard.

"Does that sound like probable cause for a search to you?" he nodded.

"No way!" Annabell screamed. "I am not having some dude feel me up!"

"That's fine" Cuddy said. "We'll just wait until the police get here and have a female officer do the search and have the theft go on your record or you could just give me the hearing aids now and I won't report them as ever being stolen. Your choice."

"Fine," Annabell said as she took them out of her pocket and handed them to Cuddy. "But don't think you've won, bitch!" she muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing" Annabell quickly said.

"That's what I thought" Cuddy responded as she walked away with Rachel's hearing aids in hand.