(Hi everyone. Sorry it took so long to update this story but college just started back up again and I've been kind of busy. Anyway, here is the latest chapter I hope you all enjoy it.)

"He hung up on me."

"Well, what did you expect? I told you that was a long shot."

At this comment, Robin shot Wilson an annoyed glare while crossing her arms over chest.

"Your not helping."

"I'm sorry but, what more do you want from the guy? You've already told him you weren't in love with him and believe me that can be hard for any man to take."

"And you think it's easier for a woman?"

At this question, Wilson sighed to himself while rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.

"No, but that's not what happened here. You dumped him not the other way around. If you were in House's position what would you do?"

"I..I don't know. I guess I'd try to forget what happened and move on with my life."

"Exactly my point. You'd do the same thing House is doing now."

Meanwhile, after leaving the airport and saying goodbye to Henry, House drove down the European country side trying to remember the way to his aunt and uncle's home. It had been a long time since the diagnostician had visited his relatives which made this process an even bigger challenge. Finally deciding to make it easier on himself, House pulled over by the side of the road and retrieved his cell phone from the dash board. With in minutes a familiar voice could be heard on the line.

"Hello, Sherri's bed and breakfast how may I direct your call?"

"Yes ma'am maybe you can help me out. I seem to be having the hardest time getting to your crappy, run down suites."

"Greg?"

"The one and only how's it going Camille?"

"Fine, so, you need directions?"

"That would be extremely helpful."

A few minutes after hanging up with Camille, the car pulled into the driveway of a small yet spacious English cottage. Getting out of the car while shutting the door behind him, the department head strolled slowly over to the main entrance and rang the bell. Within minutes of this action, loud muffled voices could be heard from inside. As the door opened there stood a short, gray haired man with anger in his eyes.

"What the ell are you doing ere?"

"Is that anyway to greet your nephew? I thought I'd come stay for awhile."

"Well, your timing could not be worse. (sigh) Your aunt will explain see you around kid."

This being said, the older man pushed passed House who continued to stare at the back of his Uncle's head until it disappeared from sight.

Okay, apparently I walked in during the middle of a blood bath. Curious

Making his way inside, House stepped slowly up the main steps that lead into the kitchen where his aunt could be seen cooking dinner. Taking the opportunity, House spoke up using his best English accent.

"Fancy another one for dinner?"

At this, the woman turned around wearing tear stains on her cheeks and a look of surprise.

"I knew it was you, who else in this family could talk like that?"

"Come on I thought I did pretty well."

"You need more emphasis on the endings of words. (sigh) Come here, give your old aunt Camille a hug."

As the two embraced, Camille glared deeply into her nephew's eyes and could sense something was going on. There was only one reason that her nephew would be here and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers.

"Alright Greg, out with it. Why are you here?"

"Can't a man visit his relatives without there being a hidden agenda?"

"There's always an agenda with you. Your just like your father in that respect always have been."

At this comment, House rolled his eyes and glared at the woman before him with a look of utter annoyance and confusion. John House was the last person in the world he wanted to think about right now besides Robin and now he had no choice in the matter.

"I haven't spoken to him in years why bring it up now? I have bigger things on my mind right now then what a crappy childhood I had."

"You didn't…(pause) like what?"

"You name it. (sigh) Something smells good, what are you cooking?"

Camille could tell her nephew didn't want to talk about his problems right now but sooner or later it had to be brought up. It wasn't unlike him to come down here on a moments notice and show up at the front door but still, something wasn't right.

As they ate in silence, there was a peace in the room that House hadn't felt in a very long time.

"You certainly haven't lost your touch in the kitchen."

"It's a gift, so why are you here?"

That question again. What was it going to take for this matter to be dropped? It's alright to open up Greg, after she is family.

"I broke up with someone."

"Ah, woman problems eh? What happened? You two have a fight?"

"Nah, she wasn't my type." Liar

At this comment, Camille laced her fingers and placed her arms upon the table in an attempt to level with the young man.

"She broke your heart right?"

"No, not at all…a little."

"I'm sorry, you must really hurt."

"Well, it's nothing that I haven't felt before. (sigh) I'll get over it."

Before long, after they had finished eating Camille showed House to his room and a smile spread out across her face.

"Just like old times isn't it? I remember when you and your parents used to come up here all the time."

"Yeah, but back then I was forced to sleep on the couch while they took the bedroom. I like it better this way."

"Me too."

As Camille turned off the light and headed for the door, she took one last look at her nephew and replied "It's nice having some young blood in this room again. Good night, Greg."

"Goodnight, aunt Camille and thanks."