An: OK, the stuff before the the line is before the girls see House and Wilson and Cuddy, stuff after, is just that, and the flash back is an approximation of the infarction. Also, we find out who they are. So I don't have to do the annoying discriptive writing thing anymore.

Chase and Foreman were taking the elevator up to the fourth floor. It stopped and a pretty girl got in. She looked at Foreman for a second, then turned her back to them and waited for her floor. Chase checked her out. The jean shorts she was wearing showed off her legs. He was disappointed that the longish plaid shirt she was wearing didn't show anything off though. "You like what you see pretty boy?" He took his eyes off of her ass and opened his mouth, Foreman smirked at him. She looked over her shoulder at him, "Then you're gonna love this." The door opened and a girl that looked exactly like her, just in a less casual and revealing outfit, was waiting for her. As she was stepping out of the elevator she turned around and said, "If you want to ask one of us out, ask her." She shook her head, "I'd say no." Her sister smiled and they walked away, leaving Foreman smiling and Chase stunned.

Chase and Foreman walked into the diagnostics room and sat down next to Taub and Masters. "I kinda liked her." Chase said.

"Well she didn't like you," Foreman answered.

"Who?" Masters asked.

"I don't know, some girl in the elevator." Foreman told her.

"Some hot girl with a twin sister." Chase smiled. "Identical."

Masters shook her head, "Ugh."

"Chase, I have a feeling that you won't be as pretty if you mention anything even remotely related to that to her. If you do ever see her again."

"I told you!" Foreman and Chase recognized her voice and looked out the glass door. "I told you she didn't fire him!" The causal one told her sister.

She sighed, "I didn't say he didn't work here, I just said he was fired at some point."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. You said he was fired, and ya know it. Damn, he's not here." She sighed and looked into the outer office. "Hey it's your boyfriend." They gave flirty waves. The girl leaned backwards toward her sister and whispered, "I don't remember any of them."

"That's because they're new...No, wait, they were here when we came back those times. He was blonde."

"...No. Doesn't ring a bell." They seemed completely unconcerned with the fact that the team could hear them. "Whatever, let's go find them."

"Sounds good, let's check Lisa or Wilson's office first."

"Let's go." They walked toward Wilson's office. "It's rude to listen to other people's conversations." She said loudly.

"Yeah, I think you guys may have been around Greg too much. Nosy."

"Who do you think Rob is?" Masters asked.

"Don't know," Foreman answered, still looking at the paper and waiting for House to come back. "Maybe House went to college with him."

"He's in here." The girls walked in with Cuddy.

"OK," the one in the red plaid started. "I wanna know what happened here," she lifted up Cuddy left hand, the older woman sighed and rolled her eyes.

House took off his glasses, "...With her hand?"

"With the engagement," the one behind them told him.

"...We haven't been dating that long."

"No, you idiot." The one next to Cuddy said. "Her engagement to Dick Tracy." House looked down and smiled, Cuddy gave her a surprised look, and her twin tried to hold back a smile.

"How would you even know about him?" Cuddy asked.

"Well, whenever you and mom talk, I try to eavesdrop." She shrugged. "He came up a lot. Anyway," she looked back at House, "what happened?"

"I'll tell you later. When my team isn't listening in."

"Damn, I was right. They have been around you too much."

"Why are you always so mean to me?" He asked her.

"Because you act like a child."

"...Cuddy, tell your spawn to stop being mean to me."

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not her spawn."

"You might as well be."

"Children," her sister started calmly, "I wanna hear the story behind the empty ring finger, but he's not going to tell us. And I miss my Wilson dammit!"

"Then let's go," her sister waved out the door.

Cuddy closed her eyes and shook her head as she left, "You know, I think they're worse now than they were then."

House shrugged, "It's in the blood."

Cuddy nodded once, "Right. Well I have to get to work. See you later?" House nodded and she smiled before she left.

"They're gonna talk about this all day," Foreman announced as he opened the door, "who are they?"

House looked out into the hall and replied, "The product of spending way too much time here."

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, 1993.

Cuddy was sitting at her desk, crying. She heard the knob jiggle, and wiped her eyes, but remembered that she'd locked the door, "It's locked." She heard a young voice say.

"Good thing I know how to do this," it sounded like the little girl was talking to herself. Cuddy heard metal against metal, like someone was trying to pick the lock.

"Who taught you how to do that?" The little voice demanded.

A pause, "No one. I figured it out myself." The sound continued, "Ha! There," Cuddy's door was pushed open to reveal two identical girls about seven years old, one on her knees, holding a boby pin, the other walked in, shaking her head disapprovingly at her sister.

"Oh," the little girl stopped in the middle of Cuddy's office, "I'm sorry."

The other girl got off her knees and stopped by her sister, "Why are you crying Lisa?"

"Lisa?" Her sister looked at her.

"Yeah," the one that picked the lock turned and pointed back to the office door, "it says 'Lisa'."

"It also say 'Cuddy'." She said in a slightly 'Duh' tone.

"Would you prefer I call her 'Cuddy'?" She asked in a sarcastic tone.

"It says Dr. Cuddy, that's what 'M.D.' means."

"I know," she said, squinting her eyes a little and using the same tone from earlier, "Greg has that on his door too. You think you'd know that," she crossed her arms over her chest and looked back at Cuddy, "So

what's wrong with you?" This time her tone bored.

"Shut up!" Her sister hissed at her. "Dr. Cuddy, are you OK?" She asked Cuddy in a quiet voice.

The Dean let out a laugh at how weird this was, "Yeah, I-someone I know is sick."

"Us too!"

"Rob! Shut up!" The seemingly bossier one semi yelled at her sister. The sister gave her an annoyed look and looked back at Cuddy. "Is your friend going to be OK?"

"No you idiot," her sister, known as Rob said before Cuddy got a chance to speak, "if she knew he was going to be OK, then she wouldn't be crying. That's why we came down here."

"Can you ever think about just one thing at a time? You ask her if she's OK, wait for her to tell us the entire thing." She turned her attention back to Cuddy, "Sorry, I think she was dropped on her head as a child." Cuddy chuckled.

"We still are children, moron." Rob rolled her eyes and asked, "So what's wrong with your friend?"

Cuddy shook her head, "It's complicated." Both girls sighed and rolled their eyes, and she could have swore she heard one of them mutter, 'Grown ups always think it's too complicated'. "So what can I do for you girls? I don't think you should be by yourselves."

"We came to ask you to take extra special care of our cousin," the more blunt one asked seriously.

"He's really sick, we've seen you in his room, and you're in charge, so you must be the bestest doctor here."

"Cept Greg," the other one mumble, her sister nodded in agreement.

"So, can you make sure he gets better?"

Cuddy stared at the little girls, but before she had a chance to say anything, Stacy walked in. "Girls, what are you doing here?" She looked really tired.

"We came to talk to Lisa."

"Doctor Cuddy," the other girl corrected, irritated.

"Whatever!"

"Your parents are picking you up soon, go back to Greg's room, sit with Don."

"Stace, no offense, but he was sposed to be watching us in the first place." The bossy one said.

"Yeah, we didn't even sneak out, we didn't even walk out quietly."

"We announced we were leaving."

"But he was too busy staring at her," she pointed behind her at Cuddy.

"Girls, go." They closed their mouths and started to walk out, but the blunt one turned around.

"Make sure he gets better," she pointed her little finger at Stacy and kept her eyes on Cuddy, "or I'll make her sue you."

"And I think he said you'll be out of your biggest asset. I don't know what that means, but it sounds important."

"Make. Sure. Greg. Gets better."

"Rob," Stacy gently pushed her back, "go on. Sit with Don and wait for your parents."

"You mean Greg's alone?" She got a horrified look and ran out of the office.

The laywer sighed. "Jessica," she said, addressing the little girl, "will you go wait by the elevators with her."

"She's not gonna wait at the elevators," Jessica shook her head and told her matter-o-factly. "She's takin the stairs."

Stacy's eyes closed, and Cuddy felt bad for her. "I'll right up, need to talk to Lisa for a second."

She looked up at her, then hugged her. Stacy out her hand on the top of her head. Jessica looked up at her and said, "Don't cry." Then walked over to Cuddy and put her hand on her knee, "You don't cry either." She smiled, "Your friend will get better. Promise." She held up her pinky, Cuddy smiled and completed the pinky promise. The little girl then ran out of the room after her sister.

"I'm sorry about them," Stacy apologized. "I know they can be a handful. Greg's cousins. Little girls are crazy about him."

An: And now we know how they met Cuddy. And I'm just kinda making this up as I go along, some things I know are going to happen, but there aren't that many, so if you want something to happen, tell me.