DISCLAIMER: i do not own any one or anything from house.
SUMMARY: a young woman comes into the clinic and Cameron notices something suspicious. Cameron is told to stay out of it, so she does. But when the woman is murdered Cameron becomes more involved than she had ever intended.
"Ouch, Isabelle, how did you do this?" Cameron asked the young woman kindly while inspecting her foot.
Isabelle shifted uncomfortably before answering. "I broke a glass, and then kind of slipped and stumbled through it. Pretty stupid." She added with an uneasy chuckle. Cameron could tell this wasn't the whole story, but decided to wait until all the pieces of glass had been pulled out of the woman's foot before asking any more questions.
When she had pulled all of the shards out and stitched up the deepest wounds, Cameron was about to question the Isabelle further when the patient broke into a coughing fit.
"That doesn't sound too good." She said in concern. "Here, let me have a listen." Pulling out her stethoscope, she went around to Isabelle's back, and lifted her sweater. The younger woman started to protest, but shuddered when the cold metal hit her skin. Cameron frowned slightly.
"It doesn't sound too bad." Glancing down, Cameron noticed some harsh discolouring on the woman's hip. It was a large bruise, an ugly mixture of purple and yellow.
"What happened here?" Cameron asked, her frown deeper with concern. Isabelle pulled her sweater down hastily, and reached for the crutches she had brought in with her.
"It's nothing, I must have hit the counter when I slipped. It's not serious." She babbled, sliding off the table. Cameron wasn't convinced, and took a better look at her patient. She now noticed more bruising peeking up from under Isabelle's collar. "Then how did your neck get bruised too?" she replied, trying to sound kind, but firm. Isabelle quickly adjusted her collar.
"I don't know, I really can't remember. I was… drunk." She added, making for the door. Cameron grabbed her arm. "Isabelle…" she warned. But the younger woman interrupted her. "No, you don't understand. Its nothing. You don't want to get involved. It was my fault. I wasn't being careful." And with that, she wrenched her arm out of Cameron's grip, and exited.
Cameron sighed, and disposed of the shards she had pulled from Isabelle's foot, shaking her head. She knew there was something else going on, but there wasn't anything she could do. Was there?
Deciding it was best to do as the girl wanted and leave her alone, she prepared for her next patient.
----------HOUSE MD----------
House was being a bastard again, unsurprisingly, and was being particularly stubborn about their latest case. Cameron told herself she shouldn't expect otherwise as she prepared to go home that evening. She was dog-tired, and just wanted to put her feet up and relax.
When she opened her front door she sighed contentedly, threw her keys on the kitchen bench, and poured herself a drink. Flicking through the television channels she found nothing worth watching, and decided to go to bed and read. She made herself comfortable under the covers, opened the book and started reading.
"What happened here?" Cameron asked, her frown deeper with concern. Isabelle pulled her sweater down hastily, and reached for the crutches she had brought in with her.
"It's nothing, I must have hit the counter when I slipped. It's not serious." She babbled, sliding off the table. Cameron wasn't convinced, and took a better look at her patient. She now noticed more bruising peeking up from under Isabelle's collar. "Then how did your neck get bruised too?" she replied, trying to sound kind, but firm. Isabelle quickly adjusted her collar.
"I don't know, I really can't remember. I was… drunk." She added, making for the door. Cameron grabbed her arm. "Isabelle…" she warned. The younger woman stopped and stared Cameron in the eyes. All was quiet. Suddenly she opened her mouth wide and screamed, a bloodcurdling scream that shattered the walls.
Cameron gasped and sat up, book falling to the floor with a flutter. Her heart was racing, and a tiny bead of sweat trickled down her brow.
"Whoa…" she mumbled, before getting out of bed and heading out to the kitchen for a glass of cold water. "What was that all about?"
She went back to bed and switched the lamp off, somehow not wanting to fall asleep.
----------HOUSE MD----------
The next morning Cameron arrived late. She had tossed and turned for hours trying to fall asleep, finally dozing off at about three am. So needless to say, she had slept in this morning.
Foreman and Chase met her in the conference room.
"Why are you so late?" Chase enquired.
"I'm only 20 minutes late." Cameron replied.
"But considering you usually get here a good half hour before us, that's pretty late." Foreman piped up.
Cameron sighed. "Can't we just go and MRI the patient?" she asked, with a small grin on her face.
Negative, of course. Just like the last time. Might as well try and see if he'll listen, Cameron thought to herself as the three doctors headed towards House's office.
House was sitting back in his chair, watching General Hospital. Chase led the way, barging in without hesitating. "Guess what? MRI was negative." He announced.
House turned to look at them, with his most impatient look on his face. "Negative...That's a big word, Dr Chase. However did you manage it?" he replied. Chase rolled his eyes. "So what other test do you suggest we redo, to satisfy your over-sized ego?" he retorted. They began arguing. Foreman even joined in, but Cameron wasn't listening. The newsflash that had just begun had her full attention.
"Shut up!" she yelled, before racing over to the TV and turning the volume up, heart beating wildly.
"The young woman has been identified as Isabelle Watkins, a twenty-three year old law student.Her body was found outside her family home last night, and the death is being treated as highly suspicious. Police have no suspects. If you have any information regarding Isabelle's death…"
Chase let out a low whistle, Foreman shook his head, and House remained silent in his chair. Cameron stood motionless. In the darkest recesses of her mind, she heard Isabelle scream.