A/N – Sorry I haven't updated in forever!!! I will try to update sooner next time – but just a little note, I will be away for a week (March 29-April 6), but only go back to school on April 13, so I will hopefully update during the break :)

Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 8~

House and Cuddy walked quite slowly through the main entrance to the PPTH, with House being the cause of slowing them down. When Cuddy shot him an evil glare, he told her that he did not want people to become suspicious.

"I mean, think about it," He said, "You and me; walking into the hospital - together…on a Saturday morning. Should I be excited? No. But I am…and if I walk in here all excited, we have some explaining to do on Monday…which I am not in the mood to do." With that, he turned to face the elevators and went back to limping with a blank expression on his face. Stopping abruptly, he turned around to face his boss. "No, I will not have sex with you again. Last night was horrible!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, and smirked, leaving her standing in the hallway paralyzed by shock. All of the doctors and nurses nearby turned around and saw the scene played out before them. Shaking their heads, they all went back to work.

Cuddy rolled her eyes, and walked briskly into the elevators as they started to close. She stood beside House and looked over to him, "What the hell was that for?"

House smirked, "All part of the plan."

The elevator doors opened, and House and Cuddy walked out, this time Cuddy playing along. Doctors gave her sympathetic looks, and she would return them with a small smile; House limping determinedly towards the Paternity Ward, tempted to pull out his bottle of Vicodin. He had not taken any pills lately, and his leg was starting to hurt again.

He stopped and pulled out the swab test. He held it out to her, and when she reached out to grab it, he pulled back slightly.

"Don't get your hopes up." Was all he said before handing it over to her and then turning around quickly and limping back towards the elevators. Startled, Cuddy breathed deeply as she stared down at the crumpled zip-lock bag possibly holding the answer to a mystery that had been unsolved for years. Bringing it close to her chest, she quickly made her way to the lab to run some tests.

House was sitting in the passenger seat of Cuddy's car, snooping in all of the compartments. It was the only thing he could think of that would keep his mind busy and not think about the test results. So far, he found a small bag of trail mix, a half-full bottle of water, and a small box of Kleenex. He tossed them back into the miscellaneous compartments, and buried his head in his hands. The results would either make or break the relationship they had started building up the past few weeks, and he was not sure if he wanted to risk it. Fifteen or so minutes later, Cuddy emerged from the hospital's main doors in tears. She was holding papers in her right hand, and had her left hand covering her mouth as she sobbed.

She walked as fast as she could without falling, and quickly opened the driver's door, slamming it as soon as she was seated. House turned to her fearing the worst.

"What did it say," He whispered.


Wilson looked at the rear-view mirror once again studying the young girl in the back.

She was staring out the window, an excited grin on her face as she caught sight of the Princeton Mall.

"Are we going shopping?!?!" Kelsey asked excitedly as Wilson pulled into an empty parking space near the entrance.

"Yes, are you ok with that?" Wilson asked as he undid his seatbelt.

"YES!" She screamed and jumped out of the car, adjusting her sling slightly. Wilson smiled and followed her to the entrance.

Wilson stood in line with both hands full of bags with miscellaneous toys, clothes, books, and games. Placing them down on the floor, he gave the young acne-ridden clerk the small pile of books Kelsey had chosen. Once the boy gave him his change, he picked up the bags, turned around, and glanced around the busy store. His heart stopped shortly as he frantically glanced around the store.

"Kelsey, come on lets go home now!" Wilson called out as he slowly walked around the bookstore in search of the young girl, trying not to panic.

"Kelsey, where are you? Let's go!" He yelled as he ran past the bookcases in search of the little girl.

She is too smart to run off like this; where in the world did she go? He thought.

Turning the corner, he found Kelsey sprawled out on the floor in an empty isle, hugging her broken arm. He dropped the bags to the floor and rushed to her side, the doctor in him kicking in.

"Are you ok? What happened?" He asked calmly as he inspected her arm, noticing the blood seeping through the cut near her wrist.

"A little boy ran into me, I fell on my arm, and," She took a sharp breath when Wilson moved her arm slightly, "and it hurts."

"Looks like you got yourself an open fracture, I need to take you to the hospital and get it checked out," Wilson said as he took of the old sling, pulled a new triangular bandage from his pocket, and carefully put it on, holding the arm securely.

"Ok," she mumbled quietly, looking down at the floor away from her arm, blinking a few stray tears away.

A few people came running over to help once they noticed the blood starting to show on the bandage, light blue shirt, and white pants.

"We're fine, I am a doctor, we are on our way to the hospital," Wilson quickly explained as he bent down, collected all the bags, and guided Kelsey towards the entrance.


House and Cuddy parked outside of a large brown building. House shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked down at his cane. "Let's go," He said as he looked back at her, and opened the door.

Cuddy sighed, and reluctantly followed him towards the small black door.

"Hello, are you Mac?" House asked casually as he looked at the woman sitting behind the desk in the lobby of the Princeton Police Station. Grumpy people filling out forms, checking their blackberries, and shouting at people sitting nearby filled the lobby.

"No," the old woman answered sternly. She was wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants, and snow-white hair pulled into a bun. She opened her mouth to say something else but a tall man with dark brown hair in a police outfit who walked around the corner interrupted her.

"I am Mac, how may I help you?" He asked kindly as he smiled at Cuddy, ignoring House completely.

"Why, Hello! I'm here to talk to you about a small misunderstanding," House said loudly as he stepped in front of Mac a few feet in front of him and held up his free hand indicating the small size with his thumb and index finger.

The song "Dancing Queen" by Abba began playing loudly from House's suit jacket pocket. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his cell phone and stepped aside, leaving Cuddy to deal with the cop.

"What," House hissed into his phone.

"House, it's me, Wilson." A worried voice on the other end said slowly.

"Yeah, I know – what do you want?" House asked as he mouthed the word 'Wilson' to Cuddy, who glanced at him with a lost expression. She nodded, and continued talking to Mac.

"It's Kelsey," Wilson began, "She fell on her broken arm and has an open fracture; we are at the hospital. House, she needs surgery."

"What? Wait, where? What happened?" He asked quickly before becoming silent. Cuddy looked over nervously, but he ignored her, his brain thinking up a plan. "Oh, and Wilson, I need you to do me a favour," House said as he looked around quickly.

"Listen, unless you want to pay for Cuddy and I to get bail, I suggest you listen as if your life depended on it – this is very important. Go to Cuddy's office, and find a random patient room that has been empty for two days, and change it so that it says that Kelsey stayed overnight at the PPTH. If anyone asks, she stayed overnight at the hospital, ok? I also need to you talk to Kelsey and inform her about the plan, and make up a story of how she fell at the PPTH."

"Ok, sounds good," Wilson said and then House hung up.

"So, Dr. Cuddy has told me a bit about your 'small misunderstanding'. Quick question, where is Gwen now?" Mac asked with a smirk as he pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Kelsey," House corrected, "Is at the PPTH. She has been there since yesterday and stayed overnight. Check the records if you want."

Cuddy looked at him shocked, and when they started walking away he whispered, "Our baby will be fine, she is in safe hands."