Author Note:Thanks so much for the reviews to everyone. I am trying to get progressively better with the grammer and spelling. Hopefully the story will sound less off. I think about the only charachter that i am in tune with is Hannah (of course ) and the rest of the staff. I know how Caeron is at work but I think she would "deal" with certain things differently.

Now onto the first appearance of House. I hope it runs smoothly with everyone. Next Chapter will be the intro of Hannah. I left the story at work so I will write it over and hopefully the second time will be better. Keep the reviews coming Happy Reading

Disclaimer: House is not mine. Hannah is. Any references that are close to the Gilmore Girls are not mine either .. Just flow with it and have fun

Chapter 3: Sneaky Sneaky

After a day at hell, she left to drive to the airport. It had taken a secret meeting with Cuddy in Wilson's office with the blinds down to leave early. Then, before she left she took more tests and concluded that her patient was going to die. Always a fun way to end the day. At some time tomorrow she would have to tell her. And of course the boss was, in fact being a boss and a royal pain to boot.

Now, getting out of the hospital unseen was much easier once the "other patient" and the "jackass doc" got snookered up really good. The "other patient" being the one that doesn't deserve to live, much less be treated by one of the most brilliant … "Stop Cameron, you are mad at him." She thought as she cut herself off.

Well, to make a long story short, House was in a reflective mood in his office and completely oblivious to her at all.Of course, a whole bottle of rum, drinking with a death row inmate and a witch named Stacy will do that to a person. In essence all she had to do was walk in the conference room, shed the coat, grab her purse and leave. Donned in jeans, boots and a black sweater she was off to pick up Hanna.

As she was leaving, she was also completely obliviousl to the blue eyes that trailed her out the door from the other room.

"Huh" House thought, " It seems that a duckling has flown the coop. Interesting."

With that, he got up and looked out the window. He would never let her or anyone else know that from his office there was a perfect view of her car. As he popped a Vicodin, he reminded himself that watching her as she got in her car was only out of protection. She was his employee and concerned for her safety. The parking lot is a dangerous place. To this day he also tells himself that is the stupidest thing he has ever had the pleasure of thinking.

"Are you done reflecting the rain?"

"I like counting the drops, it's fun." he turned his head to look at Wilson, who was leaning in his office.

"Stacy and Cuddy are hunting for you. " he said, as he came fully into the office and closed the door.

"And they normally are not hunting for me, when?" House rolled his eyes turning back towards the rain. "So, are there no new nurses to woo or are you just worried about me?"

"Ahh. So you are in one of those moods. I should have expected it when the lights are off, the blinds are down and you are drinking." Wilson said as he flopped in the seat in front of his desk. House was still standing by the window looking out. Wilson smiled to himself, as he looked at his friend, so obvious but to proud to admit it.. "You know, I found out something terribly intriguing about your office yesterday."

"It has four walls made of glass?" House said over his shoulder, as he finally saw Cameron leaving the hospital and into her car. He watched the car, almost as if he was willing thedriver to stop and look up.

"Nope, but close. You see, if you look out the window a certain way. You can see a certain immunologists' parking space." Wilson called out as he was getting up and going to the door. As he left, he heard the tell tale thunk of a tennis ball flying to the door just after him. As Wilson walked pass the conference room he stuck his head in. "Keep missing in your old age, you might lose something you really want."

With that House turned back to the window and an empty space greeted him and he sighed.

"Too Late."