Wilson took a sip from his coffee cup, and then looked over at House.

"Ok….so, it was a few years ago now….many years ago actually. I met her mom when…." Wilson took another sip "she was a contestant at a beauty pageant" House raised his eyebrow and Wilson looked at his desk "I….admired her spirit and….well we hit it of….it was only supposed to be a short fling or something like that but…." House was very amused by Wilson's odd gesticulations and it was clear he felt very uncomfortable with telling this story. Still House just made himself more comfortable and sank deeper into the chair. Wilson was quiet for a while, then shrugged his shoulders. "I got her pregnant".

"And you hate the kid because….?"

"I don't hate her", Wilson looked up. House thought.

"Ok….you have a little….disagreement with her about…."

"….Ever since she was born….well her mother and I decided that even though we didn't love each other that way and didn't wanna get married we were still both gonna be there for her, but then she started pushing Beth into this whole beauty pageant business and well I never really thought it was her thing….so I told Judy that she shouldn't try and live threw our daughter" the last part could barely be heard cause Wilson said it into the coffee cup while taking another sip "….then she got really mad and said that Beth wanted to do this and that she, I'm talking about Judy now, wouldn't have gotten disqualified if it wasn't for me".

"You got her disqualified?"

"No….well, getting pregnant was against the rules so when the judges found out…." Wilson gestured with his hands to imply the continuance.

"So the mother hates you too?"

"Pretty much"

"And….what was that whole thing with taking sides you were talking about earlier?" House looked up at the sealing. Wilson shrugged.

"That's the complicated version I gave you the easy version"

"I could take both", House looked back at Wilson while he shook his head.

"Let's leave that for now"

"But why?", House complained.

"Because I have way to much to deal with right now!!!!", Wilson yelled. His pager went of that exact moment. Wilson sighed.

"I have to go", he said and pulled his coat of his chair and ran out with it thrown over his shoulder. House picked up Wilson's coffee cup from his desk, and drank the rest.

House walked into Cuddy's office and said:

"Did you know Wilson has a kid?"

"No, I have a new case for you its….Wilson has a kid!!", Cuddy blurted the last part out loudly, and threw her hand over her mouth. She then got up and looked threw the glass window, on her door. Nobody seemed to have heard her. She let out a deep sigh of relief, then turned away and walked over to House.

"What are you talking about?", she almost whispered.

"I'm talking about baby Wilson parading around the hospital in tight jeans and low cut tops"

"Really?"

"No but….well her jeans seemed….a little tight", House made a thinking look, as if he was trying to remember exactly what she looked like. Cuddy looked at the floor, and was quiet for a while.

"How old is she?", she looked back up at House.

"17"

"And from your description….she's pretty?"

"-ish"

"That means yes?", from the look of it, that was more a statement than a question really. House shrugged his shoulders.

"She's got hot friends"

"How come Wilson never mentioned her before?"

"I was hoping you would help me figure that out?"

"How?", Cuddy didn't seem to eager to help him.

"I don't know, you have a better way with words than I do….ask him?"

"You do it"

"I have"

"Ask again….nicely", Cuddy walked out of her office, with a file in her hands.