"Wilson, drive faster!" Cuddy practically screamed. I had been banished to the back seat.

"See Wilson, I'm not the only one who thinks you drive pathetically slow!" I said.

"You shut up," Cuddy turned to me. She was madder than a wet hen.

Ok, maybe I did deserve the yelling this time. I slumped down in my seat, not feeling myself. No sarcastic comments came to mind.

Tammy's house was filled with squawking kids, and as I carried Zack in I was overwhelmed with the smell of diapers, baby food, and cheerios.

Cuddy ran past, barreling down the hall at a speed I didn't think possible.

Cow blocked her path.

"What are you doing here and who are you?" she chewed her wad of gum once. Twice. Cuddy stared her down.

You know in the movies when two enemy cowboy's meet, the music they play when they have a stand-off? I could practically hear it.

"I want my baby!"

"You're not one of our customers."

She pointed to Wilson and I. "Those dolts switched out kids!"

Tammy came out of no where carrying Rachel. Cuddy practically jumped on top of her as she took Kid.

Tammy screeched and grabbed Zack, kissing him all over and going into a stream of babbling. "Oh, I was so worried! Poor Zack, you're mom will be here any minute. If I didn't get you back to her………thank you House! You're a lifesaver. I can't believe this happened. Oh it was such a nightmare."

"Thank you," I said. And please, just shut up already.

"Yes, thank you so much," Cuddy exclaimed. She hugged Kid tight. "Rachel, baby, I don't think I'll ever be able to let you out of my sight again."

"So what's our sentence?" Wilson asked Cuddy once we were outside.

"If you're going to kill me, do it quick," I said. "And, please, let my die listening to my iPod."

Cuddy shook her head and ruffled her baby's hair.

"I'll let you both live," she said.

Wilson started saying, "Than……"

She held up a hand. "Don't. Say. A .Word. I'm too mad at you both. I might just reconsider."

As she backed up I said to Wilson, "That was too easy."

"I'll see to it you both get 100 extra clinic hours this year," she called back as she drove away.

"Oh crap," I moaned. I handed Wilson a toy gun laying on the sidewalk. "Just kill me now, put me out of my misery."

THE END

A/N: Hoorah for the first fanfic I have ever finished! thanks for all the reviews… I hope that was a good ending. I've got a couple other House story in the works, maybe I'll put more up soon. What do you think? We'll see how things turn out…. thanks again!

~verbalchaos