House was sitting on his desk with yo-yo in hand as Wilson walked though his office doors full of questions. "Was it true that the kid your patient reported missing was actually a half a state away on vacation with his family? That's why they had so much trouble contacting anyone from home?" the oncologist asked as he settled opposite of House's desk and pulled out a bag of chips.

House released the yo-yo and let it pull its own string across the floor for a moment- walking the dog- before he pulled it back and answered, "Cameron confirmed with a second Chem. 20, calcium levels are low. Low enough he should be showing it before seizures. That means we have a mystery."

"From what I hear, the two are more likely unrelated." Wilson paused for a moment. "I heard that his grandmother pushed her way into the scanning room with an officer in tow, stopped the MRI, and tried to get the kid out from there. She's been ranting at Cuddy for over an hour now."

"I assume there's where you found out." House eyed Wilson's chips casually sitting on his own desk, before snatching them up for himself. "I got Foreman to convince both of them that her son has a cyst in his brain, that our test results would confirm it." He pulled two chips from the bag and ate them.

"And if he doesn't?"

"I'll tell them something else. Kid's sick. He's staying here."

Wilson sputtered on those words. "Wait a second. What is with you?" he asked as he reclaimed the bag of chips, "Everybody lies except the kid who falsely reports kidnappings? According to that policeman with his grandmother, falsely reporting an incident is a class one felon, one year in juvenile detention."

"Every action has a reaction. What they don't tell you is that every action has a precursor-a sine qua non. We're just looking for what." He looked up as Foreman opened the glass door and walked up to the light panel on the wall. "So what did you find?"

"You're wrong, House," Foreman said as he slid the scans on the lit field light, "MRI's clean. And the kid's being discharged as we speak."

House stood and staggered stiffly toward the film for his own analysis. "No he isn't. I'm not releasing him."

"It wasn't your call; Cuddy released him."

At that point, House had already leaned against the wall, eyes glued at the results when those words struck him. He turned to Foreman and didn't even attempt to hide his surprise. He glanced back at Wilson who shrugged in response. With no regard for the two in his office, he lurched back to his desk, palmed his cane, left his office, and walked to the nearest elevator. His temper stewed as he entered into the empty lift and it slowly descended.

As the doors parted, House wasted no time searching the room for Cuddy before spotting that bright green dress and her in it speaking to a nurse over a file near the far wall. "Hey!"

The shout was loud enough to catch nearly everyone's attention as House quickened his pace to close the distance. "You released my patient!"

With the clinic in near stunned silence, Cuddy returned the file to the nurse, "I will get back with you on that." She turned to House. "My office. Now."

Rooted in the same spot he stopped at House stated, "You released my patient that had a seizure of unknown origin and low calcium levels."

"What is wrong with you?" Cuddy asked, "Five hours ago you wouldn't have cared less if he was discharged. What's changed now?"

"I'm his attending. He's my patient. Were you listening to me ten seconds ago or were you too busy looking for your boyfriend?"

"And all you've found is calcium levels a little on the low side and a seizure that has no medical foundation." Her tone to voice was almost haughty with that. In sotto voce she continued, "I spoke to the boy's grandmother. He's been acting up more and more at school, his grades are in the toilet, he lies, and he's pretended to be sick before. He is just looking for attention and has found a very scary way to do it this time. As for his seizure, you were right before you even started on the case, he was faking it." With that has her parting remark, she left for her office; leaving House to watch her dress give a final teasing twirl as she disappeared around the corner.

Now he definitely had to leave by four.

(TBC)