Okay, I'm going to have the next chapter fun before we get into the essence of what the show is about: medical mystery…don't worry. I'm still eventually covering all the other issues that need to be dealt with.

CHAPTER TWO

"Dr. Cuddy! You couldn't have come at a better time!" Wilson exclaimed as the door opened wide for her to come in, giving her a peck on the cheek as he took her light sweater.

"Oh, really? Is Debra telling the boys when Gregory first peed on you?" she said as she laughed as Wilson's cheeks blushed a bit.

"Lisa! Come in!" Debra gushed as she stood to meet her boss. "And yes, they thought it was hysterical. You don't know how ready I am to come back to work for you!" she said as she hugged Cuddy and led her to a chair in the living room.

"Hey! I think you forgot to close the door! You could get your stereo stolen!" House hollered as he walked through the door and a very pregnant Cameron followed behind him. "I need a replacement anyway."

"Allison, Greg! I can't believe you're on time!" she teased as she raced to her cousin, gave him a hug, which made House crinkle his nose in embarrassment then gave Cameron a far-away-too-huge-tummy hug. Cameron was now seven months' pregnant, and it definitely showed, but she beamed.

"House! If you hadn't left your door open so Hector could sneak out you wouldn't have had it stolen," Wilson said playfully.

"I did NOT!" House insisted as he and Cameron walked in and sat around the others.

Cameron sat next to Chase, who was still holding Gregory, and started to play with him. House sat across from them and rolled his eyes.

"Liar," Wilson said under his breath.

"Am not," House whispered back like an eight year old.

"Are too!" Wilson answered; his voice a little higher. Wilson seemed to digress in his age since the baby came, and Debra thought it was endearing, but not from House; he was like a child all the time.

"Jim, don't start," Debra warned with a laugh. "Hannah should be here any minute and we can leave."

"Good," House grumbled.

"Debra, I really like how you decorated your new apartment," Cuddy said, breaking the close-to-being-rude comments she knew House could come up with.

"Thanks. I'm still moving things around but I think Jim and I are happy with it. It's much bigger than our first two bedroom apartment we were renting. We're both happy we got a three bedroom, not that we'll be needing it for another nursery." She turned her attention to Cameron. "Allison, is the baby kicking yet?"

"Oh, yeah! Last week, act…" Cameron answered but House intervened.

"Oh, please! No pregnant women talk! Let's talk about…sports!"

"Oh, chill, Greg. You know I hate sports," Cameron interjected. She rarely called House by his first name, but whenever she did he knew she meant business. She'd punched him playfully in the stomach more than once, and the first bruise she'd given him proved she could take him.

From the look on her cousin's face Debra knew House was serious and figured it was a good time to show the ladies the rest of the apartment and talk about pregnant women things.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and Wilson hollered for the ladies to come on because Hannah had arrived and they could finally leave. Aside from finishing the plate of beef nibblets Debra made earlier, the conversation in the room was virtually non-existent among the men, except for the googly noises Chase was making with the baby and House was relieved she was finally there.

House eyed Hannah up and down sizing her up as she entered the living room. She was a senior at Princeton and Cuddy recommended her to them, as she babysat for several other doctors at PPTH because her father was a benefactor to the hospital. She was a tiny girl, just 5'2", about 110 lbs., green eyes, strawberry-blonde hair and a great smile but she looked a little pale to House.

Her face was not where House's eyes were glued to when the ladies walked back into the room; he was looking at her well-endowed chest. Debra took Hannah into the kitchen holding Gregory so she could go over the necessary instructions every mother leaves for the babysitter.

Cameron walked up to House with a loving smile on her face, leaned into him seemingly to give him a kiss when she suddenly punched him hard in the stomach.

"Ow! Damnit, woman!" House fussed as he rubbed his stomach.

"Oh, shut up. Mine are growing and they better be the only ones you stare at!" Cameron said then kissed him lightly on the cheek.

About fifteen minutes later they headed out to the Faire. Everyone but Foreman and Wendy were in the rented mini-van Cuddy got for them; they had to leave earlier than the others because they had to leave for a party at her sisters.

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"Arrggh, maties! This loverly lassie is mi-ine, ARGH!" the pirate said as he grabbed Cameron gently by the waist and took a few steps away from the group.

They had just walked through the arch of the village of the New Jersey Renaissance Faire. And indeed, it was as if they stepped back in time. There were several small, wooden buildings with stores selling wares from ancient swords, flowered head bands with long, colorful ribbons, crystals of multiple shapes, and much more. The ground was thick with cedar wood chips, adding a rustic aroma to the area; the sweet scent of sugar-coated popcorn filled the air, along with roasted chicken, making them all hungry. The wind from the early autumn blew leaves high above them, also filling their ears with a calm expectancy. Several female visitors wore dresses showing thin waists and plenty of bulging bosoms, of which House's mouth had to be forcefully closed by Debra's fist.

"You take her, mate! This lovely bouquet of buh-yoot-in-us is mine!" another man said in a heavy English accent after his partner stole Cameron. He'd grabbed Debra and the four scurried off.

"Master! Save me from this rogue!" Debra screamed for Wilson in an excellent rendition of a cockney accent.

Wilson started to take a step toward them but House stopped him by placing his hand on his shoulder.

"My adored King! Rescue your Queen and your unborn offspring!" Cameron cried, failing miserably with her attempt at the accent, which sent the two girls in fits of giggles.

"Just like you not to come to your lover's rescue, House!" Cuddy teased as she, too, laughed.

"You'll have to pay handsomely for them, my friends! Two cows and "veg-eh-tabels" will be acceptable!" House called out, shaking his cane in their direction and speaking in a rather proper and formal Oxford-ish coated accent.

Several minutes later the group was seated at a long bench eating lunch. Debra had the brochure in her hands looking over the shows and Celtic musical groups to figure out their schedule of which events to go to.

"House, give me your leg!" Cameron asked hungrily.

"No! You've already had a Chili bread bowl, a pretzel and your own leg. And you are sleeping at your own place tonight after the chili!"

"But, I'm still hungry and besides, I'm pregnant," she whined, only playing with House; she was actually full and on the verge of being nauseous from eating too much.

"Okay," Debra interrupted. "They're having the live Human Chess game at three; the rousting contest at 3:30 and…"

Suddenly her cell phone rang and she answered it, panicked at first because it was her own home number.

"Hannah, what is it?" she asked, looking at Wilson with fear in her eyes.

She listened to Hannah and her face softened when she said, "Oh, it's no problem. They're on the bottom shelf in the hall closet. No, don't worry. I'm glad you called. Have fun."

After Foreman and Wendy left an hour earlier, the remaining group watched as many of the shows as they could and had a great time. Thirty minutes before they were planning to leave they sat to relax and listened to the group "The Mistrels."

Cameron and House were sitting close to the other, his arm resting comfortably around her waist with his palm on the back of the bench; her head was resting on his shoulder rather cozily. Wilson and Debra were sitting across from the other, but their eye contact and facial expression was enough for everyone to know how much in love they were in. Even under the table they had their feet entwined, occasionally she'd slip her big toe up his pant leg with a wicked grin on her face.

When they were finally on the road back to Wilson and Debra's apartment for a drink to warm them up before they departed for the night, everyone was settled beside their perspective lover, well, except Cuddy and Chase, who was already asleep in the passenger seat, his head nestled in his right arm resting against the window.

House and Cameron were in the back seat, Cameron lying on her side, her head on House's left thigh, her hand on her belly and House's arm draped over her. Her eyes were closed and she'd just fallen asleep, while House's head kept nodding back then jerking forward, fighting off sleep. He loved quiet times like that between the two, even though he'd never admit to it; but Cameron always knew. The silence was beginning to be too much for him so to stay awake, so House counted loudly the total amount of exposed bosoms he'd seen through the day.

Both Wilson and Debra were still awake, seated in the middle two bucket seats and looked at the scenery. She decided it would be a good idea to call Hannah to let her know they would be home in fifteen to twenty minutes. She hit 'send' on the cell phone and listened to it ring repeatedly, anxiously waiting for Hannah to pick up. Debra was growing more and more anxious when she suddenly barked at House to shut up, which woke Cameron up.

Wilson looked at her alarmed because she never used that tone with House, unless he deserved it; that particular time, it didn't call for it. "Debra, what is it?" Wilson asked troubled.

"She's not answering." She hit 'hang up' and redialed; still no answer. "Lisa, hurry up! Something's wrong!" Debra said; her voice shaky.

"Honey, I'm sure there's nothing to…"

"Lisa, please! Hurry!"

After Cuddy stopped the van in front of their apartment building and before she could even set the van in 'park,' Wilson and House were out of the van and raced to the apartment, Wilson digging in his pocket for the front door key. Wilson was so worried he had trouble fitting the key into the hole, constantly hollering for Hannah as House stood behind him. The key finally went in, he turned it and pushed the door open and House almost ran Wilson over as they rushed inside. House rushed down the hall to Gregory's bedroom while Wilson went to check out the living room.

"Hannah, Hann…" Wilson said, stopping when he saw her passed out on the floor by the couch. "House, she's in here!" he hollered just as the other four gradually entered the apartment.

"Oh, Hannah," Debra said as she rushed to her side. "Chase, call 911!...Gre…Gregory!" she said in fear as she raced down the hallway to Gregory's bedroom.

House met her at Gregory's door just as he closed it behind him. "Shhh…don't worry. He's asleep. If you wake him he'll start crying then you'll have to feed him then change his diaper and you know how nasty that could be…"

Debra wasn't listening as she raced back to the living room to see how Hannah was. Chase and Cuddy were at her side assessing her condition when sirens grew ever so louder as they approached.