"Want in?" Thirteen looked up from the file she was reading to have Taub standing over her.

"On what?" she questioned, turning back to the file. She wasn't overly interested in petty betting games.

"House is betting Cameron is bi. Kutner and I say no. Foreman says no. Chase says yes."

Thirteen's head jerked up. "Chase says yes?"

Taub nodded. "He said she's never brought it up, but he thinks yes."

Thirteen thought for a moment. This could be an interesting game. "What is House basing his bet on?" she questioned, tapping her lower lip with her pen.

"The amount of time Cameron seems to be spending in Cuddy's office."

Thirteen scoffed. "Cuddy is not bi."

Taub raised his eyebrows. "She hasn't dated anyone since we've worked here. And she's hot."

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "She's in love with House, Taub. And not dating is not an indication of lesbianism."

"So you're betting 'no', then."

"Right."

"Good. House was hoping you would so he could order you to try and seduce her." Taub grinned.

Thirteen glared. "First of all, if I'm betting 'no', I could just not try very hard and skew the results. Secondly, since when does House get to order me to seduce people?"

Taub shrugged. "It's House." He pointed out.

"Yeah." Thirteen sighed and turned back to her file. At least Cameron was hot.

Later That Day

"Hey Cameron" Allison Cameron was surprised to find Thirteen to be the source of the greeting. She frowned, suspicious. The woman wasn't known for her friendliness.

"Hi." She replied slowly.

"There's not much going on, so House told me to come and help you out."

Cameron snorted. "He couldn't think of something less useful for you to do?" she raised an eyebrow.

Thirteen shrugged. "I guess not. He gave Kutner his clinic hours. So…Do you need help?"

She seemed genuine enough. Cameron nodded. "Yeah, actually, that would be great. We're a bit understaffed."

"Cool. What can I do?" Cameron handed her half of the stack of files she was carrying.

"If you could get through these I'd be really grateful."

"I'll race you." Thirteen threw over her shoulder as she headed for the waiting room.

Cameron smiled, following. Perhaps she could get along with the other woman better than she'd thought.

A few hours later, Thirteen placed her last file in the "complete" stack and took a seat in one of the waiting room chairs. The place was much emptier than before. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she rested her forehead on them. "Looks like you beat me." Thirteen felt Cameron sink down beside her and turned her head on her knees.

"Guess so." She smiled a little.

"I was going to go get coffee. You look like you could use some. Want to come?" The blonde doctor invited. Thirteen nodded tiredly and climbed to her feet, following Cameron out of the ER and into the elevator. It was late at night and the cafeteria was void of people as they entered, filling cups of coffee and taking seats at an empty table. They sat silently, concentrated on sipping their coffee and the silence, and Thirteen found that she was surprisingly comfortable with Cameron. The blonde wasn't going out of her way to make awkward conversation about boring topics - she seemed just as content to sit in silence as Thirteen did.

Several hours later, Thirteen climbed out of her scrubs, stuffing them in her bag and reaching for her coat. She looked up briefly as the door opened to reveal Cameron and gave a wan smile in her direction and received on in return. She knew she was meant to be seducing the woman, but she was too tired to care at the moment. Slipping into her coat, she threw her bag over her shoulder and started leaving the room. "Bye, Dr. Hadley."

Thirteen stopped, surprised to hear Cameron address her. She turned around. "Um…Bye…Dr. Cameron." She stumbled over the words and then exited the room quickly. This is why being friendly was a bad idea, she thought, frustrated. It took down your walls. Personal connections made life difficult, more complicated. Sarcasm and bitchiness kept people from wanting to know you. It gave you a competitive edge. It was lonely, sure, but it wasn't as though there was anyone in the hospital she really wanted to get to know. Being a doctor was what she lived for, not personal connections. She sighed, exiting the hospital doors. This bet could get problematic.