A/N: Yea! An update. Thanks for all the reviews. In case you were curious there are about 10 more chapters left of this. I hope you enjoy this one.
House stuck his tongue out at Cuddy as she left his office. Yeah, so he hadn't been doing his clinic hours. It was nothing new. Why did she have to yell at him then? Checking his pager he realized no one had wanted him recently. Checking his he was surprised at the time. It was after 12. Chase was normally back with his daughter by now. Was he able to talk her into staying longer at day care?
It wasn't something that House would admit to anyone, at least while he was sober. But he was starting to like the little kid. He actually enjoyed having her in the office in the afternoons. It gave him someone to talk to and watch TV with, who didn't talk back. His office actually had a few of her crayon pictures hanging up.
When asked about those he always gave the answer that it gave him something else to look at besides the people who were bugging him.
Wondering where the little girl was he got out of his chair to go searching for her.
Starting with the conference room he noticed the pink backpack on the table. Looking around he didn't see the child any where. Jocelyn never went anywhere with out her bag. Getting a little worried that someone might have taken her, he looked under the table.
"What are you doing under there?" He asked looking at her.
Jocelyn glanced at his office door and then back at him.
"Ahh, Dr. Cuddy was yelling. She's gone now. Come out from under there. We have work to do." House straightened up. Jocelyn crawled out from under the table. "Leave your dad a note. Say you're earning your keep. I'll be right back." He smiled as he went back into his office.
Opening up a draw he pulled out a box. House had seen this in a catalogue the other day and couldn't help but buy it for Jocelyn. A major part was because he was coming up with wonderful ways he could use it to torture Chase and his other ducklings with it.
Jocelyn came in a few moments later holding a piece of paper which she handed to House. Reading it he smiled. "You open this, and I'll leave this." House put the note on the table near Jocelyn's bag and then joined her back in his office.
The box was open. Jocelyn had taken out the black bag and opened it up on the floor. Her eyes were wide as she took in all the items the bag carried.
"You ready to play doctor?" House asked.
Jocelyn nodded, closed the child sized doctors kit, got up and followed House down to the clinic.
"One pm and Dr. House checks into the clinic." House announced as he approached the nurses' desk.
"Exam room one. We'll send them in." One of the nurses said without looking up.
House smiled and led the little girl into the room. "You sit here for now." He put her on a stool by the counter. "You're job is to keep track of each patient we see. We'll make columns and you'll keep count of which one they fit in." House took out a pen and wrote Cold/Allergies, Stitches, Broken Bones, Other, and Stupidity. "Where do you think most of these people will fall?"
Jocelyn looked at the list and pointed to colds.
"I think other or stupidity. Who ever wins chooses the ice cream flavor for later. Deal?" He put his hand out for her to shake. She took it as the door opened and their first patient came in.
"Who's that?" The man asked.
"Who's who? I don't see anything. Suffering from hallucinations?" House said looking around.
"The kid? What is she doing in here?"
House finally focused on Jocelyn and acted shocked. "These interns look younger every year." He smiled at Jocelyn before turning back to the man who sat down on the table.