AN: Okay … being sick, I didn't feel like looking up any info about Rachel's nanny (if there is even anything) so I made it all up.
Chapter ThirteenPacing back in forth in the bedroom, Lisa slipped out of her dress and laid it on a chair then pulled on a t-shirt of Greg's that sat on the bed. She pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and slipped under the covers, burrowing under them so only her head showed.
"Lise?" Greg poked his head in the room, "Shouldn't you call your nanny and pick up Rachel?" It was only seven, but the apartment that her nanny lived at was about a ten-minute drive from Greg's apartment.
"Yeah," Lisa reluctantly climbed out of the bed, and slipped her feet into a pair of sandals, "I guess I should." She reached for the phone, then on a second thought, placed it back in the cradle and stood up. "Let's just go, she won't have left by then to bring Rachel home. Besides, I told her that I would be picking up and dropping off Rachel at her apartment this weekend and on into next week." Grabbing the keys to her Mazda, she stretched slightly, "Coming with me?" Greg nodded and led the way down the hall towards the garage where her car was parked.
"When am I going to get my motorcycle back?" Greg glanced towards the Mazda and opened the drivers' side door as Lisa dropped into the seat. Lisa shrugged, pulling the door closed, watching as Greg walked around to the other side of the car.
"Sometime soon," Lisa backed the car out of the parking space and pulled out of the garage, making her way towards Princeton.
They drove in silence the majority of the way, only speaking when they had a question to ask the other. Most of the time though, Greg's hand rested on Lisa's knee, occasionally squeezing it gently.
Pulling into a vacated and rather empty looking parking lot, Lisa stopped the car and climbed out, Greg following a bit slower. She made her way towards one of the apartment doors and knocked twice, feeling Greg slip his hand into hers.
"Ah, Lisa," the door opened and her nanny smiled, bouncing Rachel on her hip, "You're a bit early."
"Yes, sorry Liz," Lisa began, hoping she wouldn't have to explain anything, "We headed out around seven, because Greg and I," she blinked gratefully at him, "ended up leaving the wedding early." She took Rachel in her arms, bouncing her lightly.
"It's fine, let me just go get her stuff." Liz smiled and turned away, moving into what they guessed to be the kitchen. She returned a few moments later, carrying the diaper bag in her hand, "I didn't have time to feed her the extra jar of potatoes, but I wasn't sure if you wanted me to give it to her."
"Extra jar?" Lisa asked, "Oh right, no, that was for last night." She took the diaper bag, "It's perfectly fine. Same time as this morning on Monday?"
"Whatever works for you, I actually have another child that I'm going to start taking care of, come July," Liz gave a nervous smile, "Her mother is coming to observe Monday morning if that's all right with you."
"Sure," Lisa shifted her weight on her feet, "that's fine with me." Liz nodded and glanced at Greg, who stuck out his hand awkwardly.
"Greg House," he shook her hand, "Lisa's fiancée." Greg smiled, seeing Lisa blush slightly.
"Oh, congratulations, I didn't know you were seeing anyone Lisa." Liz smiled, "I'd be happy to watch Rachel anytime you two need it."
"I guess," Lisa nodded, "I'll let you know Liz," she turned, "Night."
"Night," Liz closed the door, watching the three of them leave.
"She seems nice," Greg whispered, putting the diaper bag in the backseat, "A little weird but still pretty nice."
"She was really my only choice since I didn't really have a daycare as an option." Lisa shrugged, strapping Rachel into her child seat. She moved forwards to the passenger seat and squeezed Greg's hand as he started the car. "Thanks for driving home."
"No problem Lise," Greg started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, keeping one eyes on Rachel. Again, the ride back was relatively quiet, but about two blocks from Greg's apartment, he stops at a light and looks towards Lisa.
"Can I grab a bite to eat?" Greg pointed towards the McDonalds, "I'm starved." Lisa nodded slowly, agreeing.
"Drive thru, I'm not bringing Rachel in. Mind if I get something too?"
"You want McDonalds?" Greg pulled into the parking lot and towards the drive thru, "What is this world coming to? The bitchy dean of medicine wants McDonalds." Lisa slapped his arm playfully and reached behind her, pulling her wallet out of her purse. "You're paying?"
"Of course," Lisa kissed his cheek, "You've bought enough this weekend." She smiled, her eyes dropping to her ring.
"Can I get a hamburger and a coke?" Greg spoke into the order box, "Anything for you Lise?"
"Chicken sandwich and a medium coffee, no cream or sugar." She replied, waiting as Greg relayed her order to the worker.
As he pulled up to pay, a dark gray BMW pulled up behind them, and Lisa reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Relax Lise," Greg whispered, handing the woman at the cash register a ten-dollar bill, "It's not Wilson." Accepting the change, he felt Lisa's grip loosen on his hand.
"Burger, chicken sandwich, coke and coffee?" The teenage guy looked out the window, and Greg nodded, taking the two drinks.
"Thanks," he took the bag of food next and pulled away slowly, not seeing the sudden look of embarrassment cross Lisa's face as she opened the bag and took out her sandwich.