Weekly Reminder

Pairing: Chase / Cameron

It's all about reminders of love.

Disclaimer: I don't own House.

Small Series

Robert Chase had never been one of subtlety.

If he needed something, felt he deserved another, he said so.

There were no backward doors.

And now every Tuesday, he asked the girl who'd stolen his heart out on a date.

Nothing much just a simple "You know its Tuesday" comment once a week.

Followed by her saying "I know" and being done with it.

Chase couldn't help but feel there was some deep rooted emotion that she felt for him and kept lockdown, fearing commitment would burn her.

So a casual nudge every once and awhile seem only right.

Today seemed all the same. Sitting around the glass table inside the office, Chase narrowed his eyes on a folder filled with a patient's family history and already knew a headache was sure to come. The whole week sucked and it only just started.

The patient had a rare case of infection which basically played ping pong with her liver and kidneys.

So far, he'd been rifling through files upon files, trying to find anything that could start them off in the right direction. House was busy in Cuddy's office getting a green light for a biopsy on an already dying liver to find what caused it.

Foreman was in the middle of checking out the patient's home and Cameron had been assigned to the duty of getting consent for the biopsy from the patient's over baring mother.

Personally, Chase felt for the kid. No one deserved anything like a mother who scorned a child for simply wanting to play outside with his friends.

The sound of the door opening quickly and shutting loudly only meant one thing.

"I really can't stand people sometimes." Cameron muttered under her breath.

He laughed. "Careful Cam, you could turn into House if you keep that up."

Plopping down into the seat across from him, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well then I could have simply told the woman to shove it. I swear, if you know you're kid is dying, why worry about the appearance of a scar? She seemed more worried about having to explain it to her friends and social clan of stuck-up-the-ass idiots then the chance of Kyle dying on the table."

"Yes, people are just amazing at what they stress over."

Cameron laughed, leaning back in her chair, eyes narrowing on him.

"If I remember correctly, you're the one who always starts to stress over whether or not you'll get your medical license revoked."

Placing down the pen to the pad he'd been writing his notes in, Chase folded his hands and glared right back. "Eh… yeah. It's my job. And I damn hard to get here. So yes, I do stress over those things. Doesn't really make them insignificant."

She held her hands up, in a feign sign of surrender before her eyes flicked down toward the paperwork.

"Any luck?"

He sighed. "No, not really." Leaning back into his chair, he rolled both arms, trying to stretch the muscles. "It's basically all about ear infections and chronic nosebleeds. Nothing of in consequential value."

Silence.

He found her chewing her bottom lip, her eyes staring off at the table.

"Something you want to talk about?" He usually didn't have to fish things out of Cameron, but then again sometimes there were morals that stood in the way of her speeches.

"No…Actually yes." A light drum of her fingers filled the room as more silence nearly deafened the annoying sound. "You didn't ask."

He frowned. "Ask?"

It was her turn to frown as she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Tuesday."

It clicked in seconds and Chase's eyes widened. "It's Tuesday?"

She nodded.

Quickly standing up, he piled all the paperwork in a neat stack and took off down the hall, leaving a stunned Cameron to try and understand what just transpired.

….

Only an hour passed before he found himself looking at Cameron's back, her shoulders tense as she leaned over a microscope, testing for who knows what infection or disease.

Careful not to make a sound, he closed the door gently behind him and took a step forward.

"What is it?" She questioned, never leaving her eyes from the scope.

He laughed. "How'd you know…?"

Finally she pulled back, her eyes looking a bit strained from the work load from the day and gave a small smirk.

"It's not really hard." She pointed behind him, then in front of her. "Reflections are a bitch while trying to make a sneak attack."

He quirked his lip at the corner "Sneak attack?"

"Yep. So why'd you fly off like that earlier?"

Giving her a nonchalant shrug, he strolled up before pulling an arm out from behind him and presented a bouquet of wild flowers.

"Haven't gotten you these since that time in the locker room, figured someone like you deserved flowers more often."

She gave her usual beautiful smile to him and he nearly jumped at her, wanting to kiss those lips that made his life just a bit more sense.

"Thank you."

He stepped beside her, clicking his tongue. "Look's like it's not Lupus. Have you run for any infections that attack immune systems?"

Cameron placed the flowers down into her lap and leaned forward. "Yes, apparently Foreman thought it was possible Kyle was sneaking drugs from the mother when she finally admitted a few family secrets of her own."

Nodding his head, he looked into the scope. "So I guess you seem to like the reminders for you to remind me you didn't receive yours today eh?"

He didn't need to look to hear the stutter in her voice and the sound of an excuse bubbling at the tip of her tongue.

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