All In

Note: Hey all! Okay, we all know this episode. Cameron in her little red dress. Not sure if this will have one or two chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Episode: All In Season 2, episode 17

If you can get through the case bits in the first chapter then you'll get to the hot and sweaty fun times.

Sorry, it's not just PWP. But I do think it was one of the most important cases to House so I couldn't just scrap it for instantaneous sex.

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Chase, Cameron, and Foreman enter the diagnostics room dressed in formal wear.

Chase looks perturbed- House having just interrupted his chance at getting laid. "What's so urgent?"

House's back is to them as he writes symptoms onto the white board. One side of the board reads 'Esther' at the top with a long list of symptoms and the other side reads 'Kid'.

"Two cases, same symptoms. What do 6-yr-olds and 70-yr-olds have in common?" House prompts.

"Their immune systems don't work as well, could be Listeria." Cameron suggests, picking up a large green binder off of the table containing a case file.

House continues to write on the board. "I already checked for that."

Foreman rolls his eyes, checking his watch. "Leukemia has a higher prevalence in both young and old." He picks up a blue folder containing the second file.

"So does asthma." Cameron tosses out the idea.

House shakes his head. "No no no."

"Could be diabetes." Cameron suggests.

"No!" House shouts in frustration. He stops writing and pauses, eyes scanning over the symptoms on the board. "The nearly dead and the newly bred have more in common with each other than with people in the middle. It's weird. Some kind of circle of life thing."

"This kid doesn't have kidney failure." Foreman states as House writes it down under 'Kid'.

"He will." House deadpans, ignoring his fellow.

Foreman pursues his train of thought. "Based on this file, the kid just ate some bad food. Was the old man—"

"Woman." House stubbornly continues. "And they were nowhere near each other in any of the four dimensions."

Confusion flickers over Cameron's features. "This case is 12 years old."

"Yep." House says nonchalantly.

Foreman's brow furrows in concern. "...And this case is Cuddy's."

Still writing down the lengthy list of symptoms, House presses on. "She assigned it to me." He lies through his teeth.

"She agrees with you that this is something more than gastroenteritis?" Chase questions in disbelief.

"She wouldn't have assigned it to me if she didn't, would she?" House caps the marker and turns around for the first time since his fellows entered the room.

House sees Cameron for the first time that evening; she's wearing a chest-hugging red dress; her hair cascading in brown curls over her shoulders, make-up enhancing her already beautiful features.

His eyes widen and he can't seem to look away. "Ohhhh." He breathes, appreciating that she is, in fact, stunning.

Cameron looks a little self-conscious, blushing slightly; she smiles and glances away.

Chase looks between them, eyes landing on Cameron like she's his property; Foreman looks surprised that House is showing any emotion at all.

House blinks and shakes his head, looking away from his gorgeous, young employee. "What were we talking about?"

Irritated, Chase continues up the differential. "Two patients with two symptoms in common. And 5 symptoms not in common." He walks over to the counter and grabs a bottle of water, sitting at the glass table along with Cameron and Foreman.

House turns back to his precious whiteboard. "While you were all wearing your 'Frankie says Relax' T-shirts, I was treating a 73-yr-old woman who went through this progression of symptoms, the last of which was…" He writes down 'death' in large block letters.

"In case any of you missed that class in med school, that one's untreatable." He quips sarcastically.

"Kid's got the first two." House points to Ataxia and Bloody Diarrhea on the board. "It took Esther an hour and 20 minutes to go from two to three. And less than a day to make it all the way to the rear exit." He explains. He actually seems to show a bit of remorse for the past patient.

Chase is getting fed up. "This is all because a child has some blood in his diarrhea? He's got a tummy ache! If there was any reason to think it was anything worse, Cuddy would be all over it." He snarks, wanting to go back to the charity event downstairs so he can "get some".

House completely ignores him. "Great. Do a colonoscopy."

"On a 6-yr-old kid who probably has nothing worse than some food poisoning?" Cameron asks in disbelief, clearly agreeing with Chase that House is jumping to conclusions.

"If you happen to find any purple papules, do me a favour and grab a slice. I want to check for Erhheim-Chester." House insists. Ever since he spotted Cameron his eyes have been carefully avoiding her so he can focus on the case.

Cameron's mouth falls open; she can't believe he's actually pursuing this. Then again, it is House.

Chase raises his voice, getting increasingly irritated. "A disease that there have been what, maybe 200 reported cases of, ever?"

House glowers at him. "If Esther's family had let me do an autopsy, there'd be 201. Chase, Foreman, go run the tests. Cameron," He gestures towards her. "Stay."

Chase glances between them in confusion and Foreman shrugs, grabbing the files.

"It's fine." Cameron mouths to Chase, before he and Foreman walk away.

She turns around to face House who is avoiding eye contact.

"Why are you so sure that this kid has what Esther had?" Cameron questions, stepping around the table to get a closer look at the whiteboard.

"When am I ever wrong?" House states, rolling his eyes. They're side-by-side now; he can feel Cameron's body heat. When had she gotten so close?

"Why is it so important to you to be right?" Cameron shakes her head, wondering what's going on as his arm brushes hers and goosebumps prick up and down her bare skin.

"I'm right." House states. He finally turns to look at Cameron; her eyes are wide, questioning, and he can see that her breathing has become shallow.

His throat is suddenly very dry and he swallows, clearing his throat. "You look nice tonight."

"Thank you." She blushes. "You do too. I can't believe you own a suit." Her lips quirk up into a tiny smile that slowly fades as his warm hands brush over her exposed shoulders.

"House." She gasps, shuddering involuntarily. Her eyes close and she lets out a soft moan as he grabs her hips and pulls her closer. "What're you doing?"

But instead of answering, House presses his mouth to hers firmly. He kisses her hungrily and she responds in kind. She nips and sucks at his bottom lip, emitting small sounds of delight as his warm hands run up and down her body. His hands roam her curves; Cameron leans into him, gasping and rocking her hips against her will; she's wanted this for so long that she can't even begin to focus on controlling her body's reactions.

House's lips travel slowly up and down her exposed neck, appreciating her perfect pale skin; his stubble causes little red marks to trail down her neck but she clearly doesn't seem to mind- practically grinding herself against him as he causes her to moan and gasp in pleasure; his own arousal is apparent through his dress pants, pressing against her through her dress, demanding attention.

Cameron's head is spinning as House steps back, reeling at the sudden loss of contact. "What was that?" She asks, breathless, eyes a bit glazed over.

His intense blue eyes stare right into her. "This case is actually important. You should go help run tests. See what they found."Her cheeks are flushed and her lipstick is smeared; she looks so damn fuckable. He can't believe he lost control, but he couldn't help himself, and if she didn't leave right now he was going to lay her down on the table and take her right there.

House watches her nod slowly.

Cameron lets out a shaky breath. "Okay." She tries to stop her head from spinning, heart still hammering in her chest, as she walks towards the door.

"Oh, and Cameron?" House calls out, getting her to turn around. "We aren't done." He all but growls.

She nods, blushing deeply before leaving to help with the tests.

Next Chapter: Solving the case, angsty sex. Or maybe just hot sex.

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