Gosh, I haven't updated this story in forever. I am so extremely sorry. But here it is. Chapter 6 is already in progress, so I have no doubt it will come much, much, much faster.

And once again, I will just say that while Clair, Dr. Lapell, and Lollipop are my creations, Wilson, Lisa, and House, are not. Enjoy, nonetheless! Oh, and review!

"What's phase one?" Wilson said over his salad.

"Aha! Past." I said. I knew that before we could begin our formal investigation, we had to figure out the background information. House was at Michigan at the same time as Lisa was, so that was the first step. I knew about the infarction (oh lord, some of the worst hysterical phone calls I've ever received), but I needed to go farther back. "We have to find out what happened when they first met. At Michigan."

"Mmm. Okay, so what were you thinking?"

"Well, I think I know their whole past pretty well, except while they were at University. I don't think I got the full story on that."

"So right you are. I don't believe I know much more than you do. But, I think Dr. Lapell went to Michigan at the same time that they did."

"Ooh! He works under me, doesn't he?"

"Lapell? Sounds like a cardiologist to me."

"What luck. I'll talk to him. You take House, I'll take Lisa."

"Got it. Detective Wilson is on the job."

I flashed him a smile. He was turning out to be not only extremely nice to look at, but also a wonderful asset in my research. Thanks to him, I knew a few details that I hadn't before. Now I knew how Lisa had asked House to help her when she was trying to get pregnant, and how she had lied in court to save him. Seemed like pretty big things to me, and curiously enough she had never bothered to mention them to me. This investigation was definitely going to take some work. I was not as much of an expert on Huddy as I had previously imagined. I took a bite of my pizza and wondered what to talk about now.

"So you started working here a week ago?" Wilson said conversationally.

"Yeah, Lisa offered me this job and I thought I might as well, so I moved here."

"Where'd you move from?"

"Atlanta."

"Well, how'd you know Cuddy?"

"Oh, we grew up together."

"Oh wow. What was she like as a kid, anyways?"

"Funny. Gorgeous. Male magnet. Basically just like now, only she let loose a little bit more back then."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'm pretty much the same too. A little less sane, maybe."

I flashed him one more smile before his pocket began to beep, calling him to the cancer ward. Bald-headed party! Rock on!

"See you," I laughed, "tell me when you've talked to him."

"I'll take careful case notes," he stood with his tray, "Would a video camera in my bow tie be too much?"

"Do you generally wear a bow tie when you hang out with House?"

"Well, not unless we played poker. And generally the escapades of Greg and Lisa aren't a poker conversation topic."

"The bow tie camera is out."

"Alright, whatever you say, Nancy Drew."

"Bye Wilson."

"That's James to you. Have a great day, Clair."

I took one last bite of my pizza (an indulgence I probably could not afford, but had sprung for anyways), and sauntered out of the cafeteria. I bounded off to, once again, find my lovely friend Lisa. Buried under piles of paperwork, she sat at her desk. I whistled as I entered the room, and smiling up at me, she stood.

"I don't think I've seen this many dead trees in my entire life!" I motioned at all the files.

"Oh, yeah, well, my secretary never has been an extremely environmentally-conscious person."

"I've got a brilliant idea. How about tonight, instead of staying here until midnight-"

"I do not-" she interrupted defensively.

"Oh please, you know as well as I do that you stay here that late quite often. But how about tonight, you come over to my place at 6. We can eat and talk and watch romantic movies and cry."

"It sounds so tempting, but Clair, I have-"

"Tons of work to do, I know. I suppose I'll just watch romantic movies and cry alone. You will be seriously missing out," I joked.

"Can we watch something with Jude Law?"

"Of course! Is there anyone on the earth more attractive?" I smiled as she sighed resignedly.

"I'll be there."

"Bring the tissues," and with that I made my way out of the office, success dripping from my fingertips. I had her on a leash. On a high, I swept past Brenda, picking up a file. And you would never guess who stood there. A most puzzling person, one of the most strange characters in the story of my life.

Lollipop.

"Hey! Lollipop!" her mass of pink hair swung around as she looked at me.

"Oh, you! Wait, what's your name again?"

"Clair."

"Right. What's up?" Lollipop's round face and lime green contacts complimented her brightly colored hair quite nicely. She really and truly is quite a character, I must say. I wondered what her real name is, how horrible it had to be for her to choose to be named after a candy.

"You'll never guess what I'm doing," she licked her lips, predicting gossip that would soon flow. Her crave for the gossip, it was carnal, unharnessed, and her too, I had just on a leash at this point, "I have become a detective."

"Hm?"

"I'm going to find out what's going on with Huddy."

Lollipop smiled, and I saw all of her nurse-ish instincts racing to help me. Oh, bravo, Clarissa Abigail Flowers, it's a wonder that you didn't make it into the CIA.