Title: Dealing

Prompt: #002 Backalley

Summary: 'She was so naive sometimes, it was slightly concerning. House knew her idealistic view of the world was one that would no waver, but this was ridiculous.' House and Cameron and the dealing process.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 661

Note: I joined a 100 fan fiction community over on Livejournal, and was given a table of 100 situation (1 word) prompts. I claimed House Cameron. So here is all the one shots from that. They aren't in any particular order, unless one ties in with another, but I will let you know if that happens. Otherwise, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Dealing.

Cameron's heels crunched against the gravel as she turned the sharp corner into the empty alley. She heard House limping behind her and she hugged herself closer as a strong gust of wind blew around them.

Their recent case, a man who had been shot in this exact alley, yet was displaying symptoms that were entirely unrelated to the shooting, had lead them both here. Cameron was unsure why House was so adament he go; She assumed curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Cameron edged to where their patient had been shot and bit her lip. She didn't know what House expected to find coming here.

'You check over there,' House pointed to the towering mass of rubbish that took up a rather large space in the alley. 'I'll go over here,' He gestured to the space Cameron had previously occupied.

Cameron nodded, sighing as she walked towards the rubbish mass. 'This is pointless,' she thought, eying the scraps with disgust.

House noticed this and smirked, snapping on a pair of gloves as he reached the corner where the guy was shot. 'You're such a girl, Cameron,' He stated, peering down at the gravel.

Cameron rolled her eyes. 'Sorry for thinking a pile of rubbish isn't exactly appealing. Why are we even here? It's not like his condition has anything to do with him being shot, remember?'

'Yes, but you're only remembering a vital piece of information. The question is, why was he shot?' House replied, picking up a piece of ratty paper off the ground and examining it.

'People do crazy things,' Cameron replied softly, snapping on a pair of gloves herself and picking up a scrap from the pile.

House smirked. She was so naive sometimes, it was slightly concerning. House knew her idealistic view of the world was one that would no waver, but this was ridiculous.

'House,' Cameron's voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up, seeing Cameron facing the ground.

House limped over to her and deliberately brushed up against her back. She tensed. His lips curled into a smirk. That was the reaction he had aimed for. His eyes found a plastic packet in her hand and he nodded. Cameron turned her head slightly to look at him. 'Cocaine.'

'It's always drugs,' House said, still standing behind her, his chest touching her back.

Cameron blinked, and House could see her brain ticking. 'But his tox screen was clear.'

House rolled his eyes, stepping back. He was taken-aback when the loss of her body heat against his forged a hole inside him. Shaking his head, he looked at her. 'He's a drug dealer, Cameron. Chances are, he knows what he is doing.'

Cameron looked away from House, and bagged the drugs before turning back around to walk towards the car. House grabbed her forearm and stopped her in her tracks. He held his other hand out. 'Gimmie. Don't want another repeat performance of the last time you got your hands on drugs.'

Cameron glared at him. They rarely brought up her little stint on crystal meth, yet when they did, or rather, when he did, it usually completely took her by surprise. Cameron just wanted to forget about it. She knew he wouldn't let her.

Cameron shoved the packet into his chest and fixed him with a cold stare. 'You're a real bastard.'

House smirked, shoving the packet into his pocket, yet not releasing his grip on Cameron's arm. 'I've been told,' He said softly, taking a step closer to her so that their faces were an inch apart.

Cameron's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. She could feel his warm breath on her face.

'You've got enough niceness for both of us,' House muttered, before swiftly stepping around her and limping out of the alley towards the car.

Cameron stood, stunned, staring after his retreating form. Rolling her eyes and letting out a soft groan, she followed him out, cursing him softly in her head.