"Why?" he asked, still looking into the boy's eyes.

"Why do you think?" Stacy retorted angrily.

House tore his gaze off the boy and landed on Stacy. He twisted his mouth, feeling angry himself. He didn't expect this, and didn't want it either. Not when his main focus was on Cuddy. What would she think if he told her? He didn't see it ending well in their favor and wished he wasn't at the hospital to see her come in. "When did this happen?"

"When do you think, Greg?"

He leered into Stacy's eyes while leaning his head down towards the boy, "why don't you go somewhere and play. There's a pharmacy around the corner in the Clinic, go mess around with the pills."

The boy silently looked confused at House and over to where he was referring and went in the direction he was told. "Oh that's great, Greg, send him off where all the pills are," she spat out with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well, if he's my kid, its only fitting right? Its only a matter of time before the kid becomes addicted to something! Unless, you're lying about him being my kid."

"Why would I lie about that?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest challenging him.

"Because everybody-" House paused while narrowing his eyes and looked to Stacy's left in thought. "Lies," he continued. He inhaled and looked over his shoulder and took a step past Stacy, "bye," he announced and walked out the lobby doors, leaving Stacy where she was with no explanation.

Wilson got off his couch when he heard the annoying continued bang of wood against his front door which didn't sound like it would stop any time soon and he swung the door open, knowing who he would be facing when he looked on the other side. "House, please, come in," he said sarcastically motioning his arm in the direction of his living room. Wilson awkwardly looked around House who he felt keeping his glance on him as he limped into the living room as Wilson closed the door.

"You just spoke to her didn't you?" House asked his friend after having spotted Wilson's cell phone on the coffee table and his eyes narrowed on him, waiting for Wilson to show signs of nervousness.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wilson answered coolly.

House went further into the living room then swiveled around, using his cane for support to look back at Wilson who had a hint of a smirk on his face. "Ohhh Jimmy," House's own expression turned into a smirk. "Why'd you do it?"

Wilson inhaled deeply. "If you recall not that long ago, you convinced me that I had an eleven year old boy," he told House in a storytelling tone. "So, I repaid the favor."

House beamed at him for being so deceiving. "And Stacy? Why did she agree?"

"She's still upset with you for what you did. For pushing her away again when she came back to the hospital when Mark was your patient."

"Right," his eyes widened with a scoff. "Almost forgot about that." House turned away from Wilson and saw the TV was on monster trucks. "Got any beer?" he asked, limping to the kitchen.

"Yeah, help yourself."

He came back with two stacked on top of each other in his left hand and gave one to Wilson who took a seat on the couch and House opened his own while extending his legs, his hand guiding his right, and rested his feet on the coffee table. "So who was the kid?"

"Some neighbor of hers," Wilson answered while opening his beer that was handed to him. "You don't have any plans with Cuddy tonight?" he asked House casually.

"Dammit," he replied, dropping his feet to the ground and slamming his beer on the coffee table. "I was going to her place when I ran into Stacy," he stated annoyed with Wilson and grabbed his cane and made his way to the front door.

"You're going to blame me aren't you?" Wilson asked him but kept his eye on the TV.

"Of course I am. It's your fault," he spat out.

"You would have even if it wasn't wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would." House opened the door and after going through it, closed it behind him to go to Cuddy's place...