A/N: OMG I'm getting better at updating :D and very good job guys. I'm fairly impressed! You guys managed to steal second place with just TWO points. Very nice job! LOL but if you guys gotta keep voting. Right now, in the new poll for what to update after I update Emergency Page, you guys are in last place. Just sayin, you guys pulled through at the last minute last time can you do it again?

So I just added a little twist I never even thought about till yesterday LOL. So I hope you all like it. Thanks to AmericanChick for editing this cuz I didnt finished this till 3 and if I stayed up a second later I know my sister would have kicked my ass. So ya, I hope you all like it!!


House limped back into the conference room when his employees informed them that their job was done and the patient was getting better and was going to leave soon. Once he entered, he immediately noticed Cuddy's cold shoulder. She turned towards the door before casually turning away and showed more interest in the desk than she did him. But what was she mad at him? All he was doing was trying to protect and help her.

"Alright, so Anderson is our winner huh?" He blurted once he pulled himself from deep thought. "I guess that means she gets to choose the two people who have to fight to the death to gain a permanent position on my team."

The back door opened and everyone turned around to see who was interrupting their meeting. Walters and Mr. Fisher came in and stood quietly in the back. Walters nodded towards House, signaling for him to go on with what they were doing. House motioned Anderson to stand up and she followed orders. She looked at the employees for a quick second, in thought, and came with her decision.

"The two employees I nominate are Michelson," She said and number 11 stood up grimly. "And," Anderson was a bit hesitant before she said her second decision. "Cuddy," She finally choked out after a second.

Cuddy stood up formally, without a care in the world, and waited for the next order. But before anything could proceed the sound of hurried footsteps turned all their attention to the back where Fisher was rushing down with Walters following behind.

"Wait," Fisher called out. "No, no, no, I do not approve," He stated once he got to House. "Dr. Cuddy will not be fired or at risk of being fired." He smirked when he saw Cuddy's glare at him. This was exactly how it all starts out.

"What gives you the authority to call that out?" House asked, irritated by the other man's act of superiority.

"He's your new superior," Walters intervened. "He has donated a very generation amount of money to your department so that gives him say on every little thing you do. Whatever he says, from now on, goes." She asserted her position.

"The second nominee will be," Fisher looked at the group and smiled when he saw the perfect person. "Number 19," He ordered and turned his smile lopsided as he stared at Jacob.

Jacob stared at the man in disbelief. He couldn't believe who he was looking at. He turned to Cuddy and when their eyes met, she quickly turned away ashamed and remorseful. He stood up, as a nominee and Cuddy took her seat with Anderson.

"I'd love to see how you're going to eliminate one of these two." Fisher told House. "Personally, I think Michelson is a more promising candidate but we shall see who fails, shouldn't we." He gave a sort of mischievous smile before turning away and walking away slowly.

"Well, we have our two nominees," House said with disdain. He hated being told what to do, especially in his own department but Fisher was like Vogler, but crazier with power. "You can all go home and I'll tell you the death challenge tomorrow." He dismissed them and watched as they all stood to leave. "Anderson, wait just a minute."

Cuddy gave her a quick wave and small smile. Anderson mouthed a cryptic apology before walking down to House, timid of what her boss could possibly want. House lingered for a moment, waiting for all the employees to leave. Once the door closed he played with his cane for a moment before looking at the anxious contestant in front of him.

"So, why'd you choose Cuddy?" He finally asked. "I mean it looked like you were pretty good friends, good friends. I saw you at Rachel's party; you were drinking the whole night." He stated. "You were the one who told her about a new job opening around Boston knowing that was in town with Lauren and looking for one close by so someone could keep a watchful eye on Rachel while she was gone."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Anderson lied, looking away with an obvious tell. "I don't even know who her mother is."

"I didn't say Lauren was her mother." He smirked. "Neither of you were going to nominate the other, but suddenly you did." House narrowed his eyes, she wasn't going to crack. She had the same willpower as Cuddy. "What was your diagnosis?"

"Lambert-Eaton Syndrome," She stated, but she had fallen right into House's trap. He remembered every suggestion everyone made.

"Oh, I'm sorry but that was the wrong answer," House shook his head. "You suggested Chagas Disease," He informed her before he began to connect the dots. "Cuddy said Lambert-Eaton. She gave you her right answer because she knew she already has the job, being the most qualified the second she walked into the room. That means you owed her," He pointing his cane at her before going on. "She asked you to nominate her. To get the hell out of this place. Away from me and away from whomever that son of a bitch is."

"Fine, it's true," She caved, a little too quickly for House's opinion, but he let her go on. "She asked me to put her as a nominee and she'd just do something to screw up that would make you fire her. She hates you and Fisher."

"Your still lying about something," House stared at her intensely. "But right now, I don't know." He studied her poker face intently. "Very sneaky, I approve. I guess I won't be firing your ass for lying to me – don't do it again. Go home."

Anderson rushed out before House had a chance to stop her. They both knew she was hiding something, but only she knew what it was. House was going to find out though. He didn't know when or how, but he was going to find out.

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"Lisa, what the fuck is that psychopath doing here?" Jacob asked once he and his cousin were alone in the locker room. "Why didn't you tell me – warn me." Two doctors past them and he quickly lowered his voice. "You know what's wrong with him."

"I don't know," Cuddy told him frustrated as she got out her bag and jacket. "I have no idea how he found me and I don't know how he got out in the first place." She began to search her bag for something. "This is all I know," She gave him a folded piece of paper.

Jacob quickly scanned it before he returned it to Lisa, completely appalled. "There is no way that this is legit." He denied, shaking his head furiously. "It has to be a fake – forged. Something. It just can't be true, especially if he did that to you." He motioned to her arm, where the bruise was slowly fading away.

"I told you I don't know," She finally snapped. "I had it checked, it is completely legitimate. I told you everything I know alright. The only other thing I know is that House isn't going to fire you because of what he says and that I don't need House to fire me to get the hell out of here."

"What are you talking about, Lisa?" Jacob asked his plotting cousin curiously.

"You'll see Jake, now let's go. I have to get home to Rachel." She finished fixing her jacket and stuffed the paper sloppily into her purse.

Jacob led Lisa out. As they both exited the locker room the piece of paper fell out of Cuddy's purse. It danced as it felt to the floor lightly and unfolded. It landed softly on the brown tiled floor and the words faded a bit from being folded and unfolded over several dozen times.

Patient Name: Daniel R. Fisher
Doctor: Dr. Steve Steinman
Location: Michigan State Mental Hospital and Penitentiary
Enter Date: September 25, 1987
Release Date: February 18, 2015
Certified: Sane
Note: This man has made a complete reformation. He is sane and socially adapted. He is no longer considered a public threat and is here by certified to be out in any social society.


A/N: Dun, dun, dun. What you guys think? Pretty shocking right? Or maybe not LOL i'm sure you're asking, why didn't Cuddy just report him, well you'll find out laterz XD haha. Well I hope you all liked it and are still interested in the story.

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-Jess