"Can I have some money?" Georgia pleaded with her mother as the pair sat in her office.

"For what?" Stacy asked filing away some papers. She watched as her daughter fidgeted restlessly in the small space.

"I'm hungry." She replied dropping herself into an empty chair and running her hands through her hair. "This place is so boring."

"It's a hospital, what did you expect?" Stacy asked.

"I dunno, maybe some fatal cases being rushed into a room, with the a young cute doctor saving the day." She shrugged propping her Dansko clogs on top of her desk.

"If you wanted excitement then you should have gone to an ER."

"When's Mark getting done with his physio?" Georgia asked.

"In about an hour, so maybe you could find someone else to bother?" Stacy suggested winking at her young daughter.

"Yeah, maybe I'll go visit that angry diagnostician with the cane." She said as she stood up.

"What? Who?" Stacy asked in a panicky voice.

"Um, Dr. House. I bumped into him when you were talking to Dr. Cuddy. He's kind of cute for an old guy, in a grumpy Walter Matthau kind of way."

"Who are you calling old?" House asked as he entered the office propping himself up against the door frame. "Georgia peach its' nice to see you again. And Stacy, great to see you too." He smirked.

"Greg, what are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question? You show up unannounced to my place of business get yourself employed and have the audacity to ask me what I'm doing here? You always had a strange sense of logic."

"You know Dr. House?" Georgia asked turning to her mom. Stacy stared back and forth between the two of them fumbling for an answer to both of their questions. House was a keen observer. He had that glassed over look in his eyes, the kind he usually got when he was working out the math for one of his anomalies. Surely he was taking in Georgia's similar cerulean eyes, and her quick wit. Sooner or later he'd figure it out.

"Yeah I do." She nodded tapping some files against the desk lightly. She cleared her throat and looked back at House as he stared back at her fixedly.

"You must be hungry; you've been cooped up in your mommy's office all day. Come on," he jerked his head in the direction of the door. "I'll take you to the cafeteria."

"Hospital food is gross." She admonished wrinkling her nose.

"Come on you'll like it. Oh I hope you don't mind Stace." House said as he held the door open for Georgia.

"House!" she called as the door closed behind them and they made their way to lunch.

"How do you two know each other?" Georgia asked as the door closed. She stuffed her hands into the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie while she waited for an answer. House shrugged in response and began to whistle a nondescript tune. The pair walked in silence until they reached the double doors of the cafeteria. Georgia slipped underneath his arm as he held it open and she grabbed two trays. She followed House as he fell in the long line of hungry doctors and family of patients.

Georgia lifted a bowl of strawberries and sniffed them as Greg ordered a Reuben sandwich.

"Oh you like those?" she asked as she snatched a pudding cup and placed it on her tray.

"Are you kidding? Greatest sandwich ever known to mankind. I don't know how I would be able to function if I didn't have one of these babies every once and a while."

"My mom hates them. One time Mark ordered one and she got all sullen and surly. 'Bad memories." She said."

"Harsh." He said.

"Who likes corned beef anyway? Like one in million." She nodded as House continued down the line. "Were you connected to the bad memories?" House handed the cashier some money as they reached the end of the line and started to make his way to a table. He put his tray down and took a seat.

"Probably." He answered with his mouth full of bits of Swiss and corned beef. "I'm part of many bad memories of a lot of people."

"Why? Do you not get along with co-workers?" Georgia asked as she scooped some chocolate pudding into her mouth.

"You could say that. How could you tell?" he asked sarcastically as he ripped open his bag of chips. Georgia smiled at him as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.

The pungent smell of garlic overloaded Houses senses as he entered his apartment that night. He scowled as he took off his jacket and threw it into the closet jumbled with other various things he never bothered to use. Coming home every night to an apartment occupied by someone other than himself took some time getting use to. Now he had to remember little things that he enjoyed during his bachelor days that were now considered rude and inconsiderate. The constant battle nowadays was the toilet seat; he preferred it up Cameron on the other hand had a different opinion. He smiled to himself as remembered how she berated him that morning. She stood in the bathroom in a singlet and flimsy panties, the cheeky kind. She scolded him with that exasperated look on her face. The sunlight poured into the room highlight golden strands of her hair turning it into a bright halo. She looked so pure and innocent, her innocence which caused the both of them to be late (him later than usual) to work. Cameron emerged from the bedroom wearing one of his threadbare shirts and holding her kitten Thom.

"Hey you're back." She smiled standing on her toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. She walked over to the kitchen and began to stir the bubbling contents that threatened to spill onto the stove. Lifting the wooden spoon from the pot she wrapped her lips around it tasting the thick liquid. Her eyes fluttered shut indicating her alleged success.

"You always put to much garlic in it." House said loudly as he walked over to the bathroom. Cameron rolled her eyes as she heard the distinct sound of him relieving himself.

"I do not, and could you please close the door."

"Why? It's just the two of us." He said. Cameron opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of rapping knuckles against their door. "I guess not." He pressed a chaste kiss to her gapping mouth as he passed by and opened the door. There Stacy stood, arms crossed and foot tapping nervously.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked anxiously.