A/N Third House fic in a row. And this one's a multi-chapter. Spoilers up to "Failure to Communicate" & possibly the rest of Season 2. Hope I caught all House-isms.

Cool air rushed through his short hair. It was a sunny day, but its rays didn't touch his eyes, which were protected by a pair of black sunglasses. His leather jacket was unzipped and flapped in the wind. He could hear nothing over the sound of his revved motorcycle engine.

He slowed to a stop at a red light, which he thought was an annoying and unnecessary inconvenience. Smiling, he reached to the side of his bike to grab the cane from its hook. He tapped the window of the car next to him before returning his cane to its proper place.

The owner of the car next to him rolled the window down.

"Cameron!" House called to the driver. He revved the engine, "Race you to the hospital?"

The immunologist laughed but shook her head, "No House."

"So what if we break a few laws and alert several officers of the law?" He smiled, ""What is taking this light so long?"

"I'm not going to race you there House," Cameron grinned, "I don't think the money Cuddy set aside for you legal needs is to be used for any traffic violations."

"You're no fun," Then, the light changed. House sped ahead while Cameron sat back, "If you don't hurry, you'll be the one with a traffic violation!" He called back.

Five minutes later, House pulled into his handicap parking space and limped in through the front doors of the hospital. Cameron walked in several minutes later to see House still waiting there for her.

"Told you we should have raced," House smirked. "You would have gotten here faster."

"Whatever," Then, she realized what time it was, "Why are you here so early?"

"I left my favorite cane here," he answered sarcastically. House limped towards the elevator. "Are you coming?"

"Why are you here House?" she questioned.

"Oh fine," he replied, "I'm expecting a very important piece of mail."

"You're actually going to answer your mail?" she asked incredulously.

"No," House stared at her as she was insane as he ambled into the elevator, holding his cane in the way of the door so that she could enter, "This piece of mail will be obvious. You can answer the rest."

She rolled her eyes and pushed the button for their floor, "Thanks for holding the door."

"Wouldn't want to ruin good lobby art," was House's response. Cameron rolled her eyes again, "Your eyes will get stuck like that. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"

"That's medically impossible," she retorted.

"You're such a good little doctor," he snarked, "I wish I had noticed that."

The elevator stopped at their floor, and he hobbled out. Cuddy was waiting in his office, and he had to make a decision between his normal morning coffee, which would be made by Cameron, or facing his stern, female superior. Ultimately, he decided that because he hadn't done anything yet that day, he would be able to deflect Cuddy pretty easily.

House pushed the glass office door open with his cane and said, "What are you doing in my office this morning? Normally, judging by the blouse you're wearing, I'd say that you're just asking to have wild, rampaging sex, but unfortunately, you don't like public showings. Glass walls are definitely public."

"Shut up House," she glared. "I have a patient for you."

"Can't the patient wait until a decent hour?" He complained.

"If you stop complaining and see the patient, I'll let take the next week off from the clinic," said Cuddy.

"Obviously, I'm not the only one who doesn't like early mornings," House replied, "Fine. I'll see the patient."

"Good," she answered, "The file is on the conference table." Cuddy left the room.

"Cameron," he called, and she turned, "Is the coffee ready?"

She walked through the conference room and into the main office to hand House his coffee. "You do realize that I can never fire you."

"And why is that?"

"Because I can't trust Foreman or Chase to make good coffee," he took a sip and smiled contentedly.

"Good to know that I've become more than just lobby art," She smiled, knowing that that was how House conveyed his feelings.

"Yes," He looked back at her before limping to the other side of his desk to look through his mail. He hadn't bothered to check his mailbox the night before, so it was dropped off that morning by Wilson, who came to work just as early as Cameron to avoid his wife. "Now you're lobby art that comes with an added bonus."

"Did you find your special piece of mail?" asked Cameron, ignoring his comment. "And what's this about a patient?"

"First of all, yes, I did find my important piece of mail," he handed her the rest of the pile, "And yes, we do have a patient. When Foreman and Chase get here, we'll start on the differential diagnosis."

"Do we have time to wait?" she asked, "Is the patient critical?"

"Don't worry. He'll be fine," House began to bounce his tennis ball off of the wall behind Cameron.

"Whatever you say," For the third time that day, Allison Cameron rolled her eyes, "So what was the special mail about?"

"It confirmed that you'll see me Friday night at seven," He answered.

"I'm not working that night, unless you think it'll take that long to diagnose." While she was speaking, House reached over and grabbed his 'special' piece of mail.

"Not here," he rolled his eyes, "Gravedigger is back in town. I thought you might like to come."

"Don't you want to ask Wilson?"

"It's fun to see him tortured by his wife," House commented casually as he started to spin his chair.

"He's your best friend," she replied, "but yes, I would like to go."

"Good," he answered, "I don't think that your boss will have any problems with it. In fact—" House stopped spinning his chair so that he was facing her, "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay."

"Okay what?" Chase's voice was heard as both he and Foreman entered the office.

"Oh, is the wombat sad that he doesn't get quality time with the boss?" snarked House.

"Forget I asked," he answered.

"We're wasting time with idle chatter anyway," House hobbled into the conference room and stopped in front of the wipe off board, "We have a patient."

A/N So what do you think? I like it, though I had no idea where I was going in the beginning. Please review and tell me what you think and if I should continue.

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