The next morning, House was woken up by the intoxicating aroma of bacon frying in the air. After getting out of bed and retrieving his cane from where it was leaning up against the night stand, the diagnostician headed towards the kitchen ready to start the day.

"Good morning."

Looking up from the table, aunt Camille smiled towards her nephew while gesturing for him to have a seat.

"Good morning, you look bright eyed and bushy tailed today."

House couldn't help but smirk at this comment while nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah that's me, happy Mr. fluffy. Something smells good."

"I made pancakes so, grab a plate and help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do."

As they ate, Camille indulged House on the recent happenings around town and in doing so brought a calming feel to the room. It had been a long time since House had even had a decent conversation with anyone besides, Wilson and even that was pushing it.

"When are you going to tell me about the fight between you and uncle Giles?"

The sunny demeanor the older woman had been wearing vanished at that moment as she sighed to herself.

"How'd you know about that?"

"I saw him on my way in, what happened? Did you finally find out about his mistress?"

Before another word could be uttered, Camille slammed down her plate and bolted from the room leaving House alone. I guess so. Damn it, why did I say that? (sigh) Time for damage control.

A few feet past the kitchen and through the living room was a hallway leading to three bedrooms one on the left and two on the right. Making his way to the his aunt's room, House cursed himself repeatedly before knocking on the door.

"(sigh) Camille? Can I come in?"

"Why not? Your going to anyway so go ahead, it'll save us both a lot of hassle."

Trying to ignore the obvious annoyance the department head limped slowly inside the room careful not to make his aunt feel anymore uncomfortable then he already had.

"I'm sorry I honestly had no idea. If I did I wouldn't have said anything."

"Yes you would have, you can't lie to me I know you too well. (sigh) You really want to know what happened?"

"Sure."

"For the past month your uncle has been having an affair with his secretary. That bastard, I should have seen it coming."

"How could you know?"

Meanwhile, back in Princeton New Jersey….

Foreman entered the conference room only to find Kutner sitting at the coffee table reading a magazine.

"Where is everybody?"

"Gone, Cuddy gave the team the week off."

"So, why are you here?"

"I had some time in the clinic I had to catch up on, (sigh) can I tell you something in confidence, doctor Foreman?"

It seemed like a reasonable request so how could the neurologist refuse? Having a seat beside the table, Foreman crossed his arms while looking on intently towards Kutner.

"Sure, go ahead."

"I…I slept with Robin, House's Robin."

Hearing this sent chills up Foreman's spine as he tried to fathom the words to say. Why was Kris telling him this?

"What?"

"I know, I know it what was wrong but it was only the one time and we haven't spoken since."

"You do realize their broken up right? I think your in the clear."

"Should I tell him?"

"Why not? See what happens, but I can guarantee you won't have a job in the morning."

Before this conversation could continue, Foreman's cell phone rang distracting him for the time being.

"This is Erick."

"Since when are we on a first name basis?"

Rolling his eyes at this comment, Foreman sighed while focusing on the task at hand.

"Hello House, how's your vacation going?"

"A thrill a minute but this isn't a courtesy call. Whose the new patient of the week?"

"Don't have one, Cuddy gave the team the week off."

"Figures, she's a life long enabler."

"Right, just so your minions know, when are you coming back?"

There was silence on the line at this comment as Foreman waited for a reply from his boss. Normally, he would have hung up but something told the neurologist to hold on. Then, within minutes the answer came.

"I'm not."

Then the line went dead. Looking back up towards Kutner, Foreman shook his head in disbelief while furrowing his brow.

(Dun, dun, dun! What will happen next? Is House really giving up his practice to live in England with his aunt? Not to worry, all is not what it seems. As always, thank you for reviewing and more to come soon.)