Rachel followed House out swiftly. For a "cripple" he walked at a vigorous pace. In fact, as they left the clinic part of Rachel wondered if he was trying to run away from her. She followed him regardless, he was fast but she was faster.

"So boss..."she said jokingly, trying to ignite conversation, but House's face remained fixed; an unwavering sign of his frustration. Rachel sighed. The silence continued even after they entered the elevator.

House's brooding lasted until they reached diagnostics where Foreman, Taub and Chase were still waiting. House propelled open the glass door with his cane.

"Minions, meet the latest recruit." announced House as he entered the room.

"Hello, I'm Rachel..." she began

"Yes, by the way your new name is Fourteen." House cut her off before she could reveal any more. Chase, Taub and Foreman just shook their heads simultaneously. "Well either that or Thirteen-and-a-half but that's such a mouthful."

Rachel rolled her eyes and sat down at the glass table.

"Nice to meet you, Rachel." smiled Taub.

"Hey." acknowledged Foreman.

"Well now that the introductions are over I do believe we have a patient to cure. Go save a life. I'll fill the newbie in on the case. You can all ask her what her favourite colour is later." Foreman, Taub and Chase left and House proceeded into his office, as did Rachel.

"Fourteen? Your really not gonna tell them I'm your daughter?" accused Rachel

"They'll work it out eventually; in the meantime we can watch them squirm."

"You're insane!"

"No I'm delightful. What is insane, however, is me being ambushed into giving my daughter a job!"

"I hardly ambushed you! Ok, maybe I did. But come on it was genius and I'll show you I was made to be on this team."

"Actually you were made to satisfy your mother's desire to breed..." he retorted

"I'm leaving now." she said completely grossed out

Rachel left House's office and was headed in search of her new colleagues when she was spotted by Wilson. He had been headed in the opposite direction but quickly about turned at the sight of his goddaughter.

"Rachel?"

"Hey!"

"What are you doing here? Your Ok right?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Actually better than fine- I got myself a job."

"Here?" he asked and she nodded proudly "Congratulations! What department?"

A nervous laugh escaped Rachel

"Er...diagnostics" Wilson's smile dropped as his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

For years Wilson had observed the tender relationship House shared with his daughter: a relationship that could actually be deemed healthy and was beneficial to House. Was Rachel working with House about to jeopardise that?

"Oh," he said taken aback "Is that such a good idea?" had anyone else asked Rachel would have been insulted but with Wilson it was different. He'd been there since she was in onesies and only ever acted in her, House and Cuddy's best interests.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Later, Wilson entered House's office. House sat thoughtfully twirling the 'big red ball'.

"I talked to Rachel." chuckled Wilson "If you've ever questioned who her father is you don't need to anymore. The evil genius is looking out of her."

"I know." mused House "And I had no idea. Of all people you'd think I'd be able to sense when my daughter is up to something."

"Maybe it's because she knows you so well. She knows how you know things- if that makes any sense at all." pondered Wilson.

House sat up abruptly; Wilson's statement accurate as it was for his situation had also just given him the diagnoses for the patient currently dying down the hall.

"It's the brain." House said to himself rushing out of the room to save the day (as usual).

Wilson sat there and laughed "Never gets old!"