He enters his office silently. He's early for once, which shocked everybody including nurse Brenda. As House moved to sit at his desk, he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking over, he saw Dr. Cameron sitting at her desk sorting through what he assumed to be his mail. She was hunched over the table, her glasses fitted perfectly on the tip of her small nose, her hair falling just over the side of her face.

He remembered last night, every little detail about last night. Her turning up on his doorstep, wanting to comfort him, to help him, and then her refusing to leave. He remembered the kiss that was followed by the discarded clothes. He remembered the closeness that he had felt toward her. He also remembered her not being there the morning after when he woke up. And that was why he was here early, to see her, to talk to her. But even as he thought of the many, many questions he wanted to ask 'Why did you leave?' 'Why were you there in the first place?' 'Will I get to see you out of work again?' He knew that the words would never willingly leave his lips. Lowering his head House continued his path to his desk to start on with the day, liitle realising that Dr. Cameron had already seen him and was wondering the exact same thing.

As Dr. Cameron sat there with her boss's mail sat in front of her she wondered what the hell had gotten into her last night. She knew that getting together with House was possably the WORST thing that she could do...EVER! But when she went to see him, she couldn't help herself. He looking so vulnerable yet so sexy. How do you resist a man like that? Cameron sure didn't know. As soon as House entered his office she had hurried to look as if she hadn't been day-dreaming. Especially about him. He would never let her live it down. Sorting through his mail, Cameron never noticed the pair of intese blue eyes that were fixated on her for what felt like forever.

"You did what?!" Wilson exclaimed as he sat opposit House in his office, immediately forgetting the fact that House was in fact eating his lunch. "How did you...When did you...Huh." House looked up from his chicken salad and frowned. "Why is that such a shock? Am I not allowed to get laid anymore?" Wilson couldn't help but laugh at his friends words, he shook his head slightly still smiling, "No it's not that, it's just...Cameron?" Wilson let out a laugh and leant back in his chair, clasping his hands together on the top of his stomach "Man i applaude you! I would love to be able to get a peice of that fine ass." House's gaze snapped up from the food and met Wilsons eyes, a flash of something dangerous in there, but as soon as he looked at Wilson, House knew that he was being played. "I am not interested in Cameron." Wilson, with a suddenly very confused look on his face swiveled his chair slightly and said "You got a funny way of showing it!" With a smirk he then stole back what remained of his lunch and hit House around the side of the head.

"You did what?!" Cameron blushed as the question hit her hard. Biting her lip, she looked up the person that had issued her with the question in such a disappointed tone. "Geeze. You know I thought that I knew you better than that. How could you be so stupid?" Cameron just sat still, not saying a word as she knew that her accuser didn't want to hear a word that she had to say. As they began to pace, Cameron couldn't help but feel like she was back in high school and she had been caught smoking. Cameron felt the hands coming up behind her chair as it swiveled around to face them. With their face so close to hers she could smell their breath and made a mental note that their breath was minty fresh. Practically nose to nose, her confidant snarled "You have to end this. You have to end it now!"

"You have to end it now!" Wilson said as if the whole fate of the world relied on this one relationship. House looked up from fiddling with the letter opener that he appeared to be so facinated with for the last ten minutes and put on a childish face, his bottom lip pouting out as mush as it possibly could. "But I don't wanna!" Wilson just rolled his eyes at him and cocked his head sideways, as if doing this would get through to him. "Oh come on don't give me THAT look! I least I'm not married when I go after younger, fitter chicks. At last I have somebody who wants to play with me!" Wilson gave a chuckle, dispite his best efforts and decided that there was only one way to do this. "Do you want to hurt her?"

Cameron was already back in her office by the time that House walked in through the conference room. After just poking his head through, the rest of his body appeared as he noted that Foreman and Chase were nowhere to be seen. "Where are the other ones?" Cameron looked up from her laptop long enough to just barely acknowledge his exsistance and shrugged. Her response to him threw House off balance, and hurt his feelings a little bit, not that he would ever admitt that. "Well do we have any cases then?" Cameron merely shook her head, not even bothering to look up from the screen. House stood around awkwardly trying to think of a way to make conversation. After several failed attempts and alot of bouncing his cane off of the floor House said "So do you screw alot of your boss's or am I the first?" Cameron looked up quickly from the computer and didn't quite know where to look. Since Cameron was obviously not going to come up with a retaliation any time soon, House decided to go again "I didn't mean it to come out quite like that. But I do think that we need to sort this out, you know, so that you don't try to jump me in the middle of a differential and all, because I know that it must be hard to keep your hands off of me. With both of us here, alone. My god you must be gagging for it!" Cameron did nothing but rolled her eyes at him, but House could see the beggining of a smile forming on her lips, which rather oddly caused him to smile. Realising this, House quickly changed his expression to one of mock-laughter. Just as he was afraid that he would have to say something else to get this started, Cameron opened her mouth and said "Fine. So lets talk." But before House could say anything Cameron had already dived straight into the point. "Last nightwas fun. More than fun. It really was. But do we really want to chance this? Because I don't think that we do. You don't want a realationship...with anybody, and I dont want you to force yourself into a relationship that you don't really want. I think that is what is for the best. Don't you?" 'Why am I saying this? This isn't what I want. Why am I listening to them?' House looked down at the ground as he took in everything that she had just said. It was exactly what he was going to say but for some reason it sounded worse coming from her. More painful. 'Why did he listen to Wilson about this? This isn't what he wanted.' But he wasn't about to let her see how much this was bugging him, so instead he looked up at her and said "Exactly what I thought." With a sarcastic smile, House turned and walked into his office, flopping down onto the chair. 'How could she want this to be a one time thing?' As he turned on the computer that sat on his desk, he had a thought. 'That didn't sound like something that Cameron would say'. As he turned to look over at her, he saw that her hands were shaking and she obviously couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. 'She didn't mean it.' House pushed back his chair and limped over to her desk, immediatly catching her attention, but she quickly made a show of going bak to her work. Seeing no other choice, House leant down and turned off the laptop. He then reached over and grabbed her upperarm, hauling her up off of her seat and around the desk. Cameron knew where this was going before he even said anything. "Do you really want to end this?" All that Cameron could do was look up at him, almost pleading with him not to do this, not to say all of this. House softened his voice and whispered "Do you?" She shook her head slowly and that was all that House needed to hear. Bending his head, House took her lips in his in a kiss that neither one of them wanted to end. Camerons arms moving to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him into even closer contact.

They were both so caught up in the kiss that niether one of them noticed who was standing outside the office doors, watching them, everything that they were doing. Cameron didn't notice the person with whom she was speaking earlier watching them. And they were mad...TBC.