The elevator doors slid open. House looked out and saw Wilson walking slowly towards his office.

"Hey!" He shouted, limping after the oncologist. "Wilson!"

Wilson sighed and turned around. "Greg, I thought tomorrow was the day you started your new job as a highway henchmen. "

"Was that supposed to be funny?" House asked, towering over his friend.

"Was that supposed to be rhetorical?" Wilson asked.

"You know bloody well what you've done!" House shouted. "Wilson you know she is my entire life!"

Wilson frowned. "Are we role-playing? I don't want to be the husband who doesn't know what he's done."

"New Jersey Child protection agency came to my apartment, claiming that there were serious allegations against my ability to raise her." House said.

Wilson looked shocked. "They took Rachel away?" He asked incredulously.

House frowned. "No, they lay me down on the bed and raped me until she came home."

"Okay, your sarcasm is probably the worst defence you could use right now," Wilson said. "Just nod or shake your head."

"So it wasn't you?" He asked.

"Why would I do that?" Wilson asked. "Cuddy left Rachel with you, you did it all by the book, you took my advice and told Rachel about her parents. There is absolutely no justification for me to ring social services."

House knew this was right. Wilson had no logical justification, let alone a legal justification. He sighed. "It's just…" He bit his lip. "You know my history; you know everything that I've been through…"

Wilson sighed. "Mm… Have you contacted a lawyer?"

House shook his head. "No lawyer will vouch for me anymore," He said. "I've lost, I'm never going to get her back."

Wilson placed a gentle hand on House's shoulder. "Don't worry," He said. "We'll figure this out."

House nodded.

"Have you spoken to Foreman?" The oncologist asked.

"What would Foreman have to do with anything?" House snapped.

"He might know who put the allegations against your name, c'mon; I'll walk you to his office."

….

House made a point of never having to visit Eric Foreman's office. The fact was that he hated the idea of Foreman having more power than him. Well that was the argument he put across to Wilson. The real reason was that Foreman now owned Cuddy's office. It didn't seem right. Every time House waltzed into that office with a crazy claim that a guys head was going to blow up unless House cut into spleen, he half expected it to be Cuddy sitting behind the desk ready to evade him. House made a stand against arguing with Foreman over guys brains. Foreman knew House better than anyone on the staff and was not afraid to oppose him.

Wilson and House both entered whilst Foreman was on the telephone.

He looked up, sighed and said. "Do you mind if I call you back? Kid's just got into my office." He grinned. "Yeah, the gruesome twosome,"

House and Wilson looked at each other. Foreman put down the telephone. "Whatever it is, you better have a legit responsible reason for cutting into the guys head, not just his brain might explode."

House sighed and sat on the sofa, Wilson folded his arms.

"Did I say something?" Foreman asked.

"Rachel was taken into Child Protection last night," Wilson said.

Foreman glanced at House who was rubbing his leg, head on the handle of his cane.

"Do you know why?" He asked.

"That's why we came to you," House said. "Maybe you heard something, or you could use your amazing administrative skills to find out."

Foreman looked at the broken man and typed into the computer. Once he had found what he was looking for, he picked up the telephone and dialled a number.

Wilson turned to House, hands stuck in his white coat. "So you have no idea what could have…." He didn't bother finishing his trailing sentence.

House looked up. "Would I be in here if I did know?"

Wilson said nothing. He paced silently in the office while Foreman waited for his call to be redirected. He sat up suddenly.

"Yes, this is Dr Eric Foreman, Dr House's employer," He said. "Am I to understand that his daughter Rachel House has been taken into custody?" He stopped listening to the voice on the other end. "I understand that you can't divulge the intimate details, but are you able to inform me of what the allegations are?" He paused, and then grabbed a pen and notepad, he didn't write though. "Right. I understand. Of course… What about who made the allegations?" He stopped. "Who? Never mind, was Dr House rude to them…" He sighed. "Very well, thank you for your time."

He put the phone down and looked at House.

"You're gonna need a lawyer," He said.

"Well?" Wilson asked. "What are the allegations?"

Foreman stood up. "They wouldn't exactly say," He said, he leaned on the desk.

"Okay… then who made the allegations?" Wilson asked.

"They wouldn't say that either," Foreman said.

"Then what the hell were you talking about on the phone?" House snapped.

Foreman and Wilson looked at House. He sighed and rubbed his face. "Sorry," He muttered.

Foreman grimaced. "House, they are setting a preliminary hearing in which you will argue your case. You need a lawyer."

"But who?" Wilson asked. "No one is good enough,"

….

Rachel hated her new room. It had bland walls, itchy sheets and a freezing wooden floor with no rug. She sat by herself in the room, with her suitcase beside her feet. Her face was snail-trailed with tears and her eyes were as puffy as hell on a bad day. Her room was cold and she shivered under her thick coat. In her hand, she clutched her mother's letter. There was a knock at the door, she looked up and saw Eileen.

"Hey," She said. "How you doing?"

Rachel didn't reply.

"Listen," Eileen said. "I know that this is tough, but we have your best interests at heart," Rachel said nothing. Eileen sat down beside the thirteen year old. "Honey, we hope that the allegations against your adoptive father are false so that you can return to him soon. But these things take time." She sighed. "It's late dear, why don't you get some sleep?"

Eileen left. Rachel sat shaking and confused. She pulled off her jacket and dug inside her suitcase looking for her bunny and a pair of pyjamas. On top of her clothes and toiletries was an old t-shirt. It wasn't hers. Frowning she pulled it out. She recognised it immediately. It was her dad's favourite rock t-shirt. She smelt it. It reminded her of old cologne and whiskey. Instead of putting on her blue sheep pyjamas, she put on the old t-shirt and continued to look for her bunny.

It wasn't there. She looked again. Nope, she hadn't packed it. Tears trickling down her face she curled up on the bed comforted only by the warmth of the blankets and the Rolling Stones concert tour t-shirt.

What do you think? I thought it would be interesting to make Foreman dean of medicine as opposed to Cameron. Though she's awesome i have a plan for her and Chase, which will hopefully come up in the next chapter. Don't worry, I'm not forgetting the new team, what happened to them will soon be revealed.
I'm not going to tell you who made the allegations against House and why until the very last moment... Its a method of building suspence... Believe me... But I'm pretty certain about who it is.
Next chapter might be up sooner than I think, got so many great ideas running through my head at the moment.
Anyway, please Read and Review and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!