Wilson excused himself from his patient and followed House into an adjacent exam room. Wilson waited, rather impatiently for House to tell him what he so urgently needed from him. House stood there, seemingly lost for words. Finally he began.

"I found her."

"The daughter? This, THIS is what you called me away from a patient for?" Wilson was rather irritated now.

"Oh I'm sure it's something that a monkey could diagnose, whatever the case may be."


"Jimmy, there is something about her. I froze when I saw her, and then hurried in here like a scared teenager." House uncharacteristically shared with Wilson his feelings in a rather hesitant matter.

Wilson was rather shocked at this admission from House. It had been sometime since House and shown an actual interest in someone else, not since Stacy, comments about Cuddy's ass aside. "Well, I'm not sure what you want me to do here. Ask her out for you?"

House looked up at him and rolled his eyes. "What I'm asking is should I ask her out?"

Wilson thought about this question, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Knowing that whatever happened he would undoubtedly would be there for House no matter what the outcome. Part of him was reluctant to tell his friend to go for it. He had grown long accustomed to being the one with whom House dined, and all of that would change if there were a third party. But he wanted House to be happy, even if it meant a personal sacrifice on his end, again. Finally he answered. "Yes, I think you should."

Wilson went back to his patient, and House went back to his office, which gratefully was empty, meaning there would be no questions that would need to be answered by him to his nosy staff. He dumped his bag and jacket on his chair, and popped 2 Vicodin for courage. He then headed for the patient's room.

As House arrived at the room, the daughter, Cally, was exiting. "Dr. House! I'm so glad I got to see you. Dr. Cameron said you had left for the day already, and I wanted to thank you so much for all you've done."

House nodded, and something came out of his mouth that sounded like your welcome, but he was not sure. He was so aware of being in her presence, her scent of coconut (and if he wasn't mistaken Marlboro Lights), and that cross, that he wasn't sure of what he said. It was that or the extra Vicodin coursing through his veins.

"Mom is asleep, and I was just going for some coffee. Would you like to join me? It's the least I can do, for all you've done."

"Yes, coffee would be nice."

"Ok then."

The two headed for the elevators and made their way to the cafeteria, where coffee was procured and the two sat quietly, at first.

Now despite his nervousness, and the extra Vicodin, House was still House. "Why weren't you here when the surgery was going on?"

"I'm a terrible daughter, aren't I?" Cally smiled ruefully at House. She sighed and rubbed her temples. "I'm a bit of a workaholic, and it takes a lot for me to miss a day of work. I figured that it seemed so routine, it wasn't like it was open heart surgery or anything, and I was in constant contact with Dr. Cameron all morning, and I knew I'd be better off at work than here being a nuisance and stressing out about not being able to do anything. . . " Her voice trailed off as she absently fingered the talisman around her neck. "Sorry, I'm blathering on. Dr. House. I'm sure you didn't come down here to listen to me babble on."

House watched her hands, and neatly manicured nails fingering the talisman. "It's ok. You were talking to Cameron this morning? He had been rather taken aback by that remark, knowing that Cameron was suspicious about his recent behavior.

"Yes, through e-mail. I don't really have access to a phone during the day, and besides it isn't exactly easy to take a personal call with 20 eager ears hanging on your every word." She smiled when she said this.

"You're a teacher? And you don't like to miss work?" House sounded rather incredulous at this admission.

"Yup. I love my job, as tiring as it may be. And it is tiring, but at the end of the day, if I can have one kid come back to me and say I made a difference, it's all worth it. Anyways, I should go and check in on my mom again. I'm sure she's awake now. Thanks for the company." Cally stood up to go.

House stood up as well, and leaned heavily on his cane. He had been sitting in one particular spot for so long his leg muscles had tensed up on him. He winced.

"Are you ok? Cally looked up at him, concerned.

House nodded, surprised he wasn't annoyed by her concern.

She smiled. "Thanks again." Cally turned and headed for the elevators.

"Wait, Cally . . . "

She turned around, simultaneously saying "Yes."

"Do you like Chinese food?" House asked abruptly before he lost his nerve.

"Are you asking me out, Dr. House?"

"I, uhm, yes. Yes I am."

"I like Chinese, and I'm free Friday night." Cally said all of this with a smile, and headed for the elevators leaving a relieved Dr. House to just stand and watch.