The rapping of the cane against the board caused the young woman to jump, her blue-green eyes snapping open.

"Damn, House!" snapped Foreman, glaring at the crippled doctor. "What the hell did you do that for?"

House laughed at the surprise upon the two male ducklings, and the fright of the one girl. His girl. "Girlie here found this the perfect time to daydream." Cameron's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. The guys laughed.

House gave her a nasty smile. "What is it, Cameron? Thinking about how it would feel to have hot, steamy sex with Chase?" He pulled on a face of mock surprise. "Oh wait! You already know what it's like! Daydreaming about me, then?"

Foreman and Chase laughed a bit louder, amused by House's ill humor. Cameron didn't meet House's gaze, rather she looked down, head bowed as though she were hurt.

House smirked. "Well, now that our little vixen is awake we can continue with the diagnosis. Foreman, you get family history. Chase, you check on the patient. The last thing we need is for her to have another seizure and die on us." The boys nodded and exited the room. House returned his gaze to Cameron.

"You go and organize my mail. Sleeping on the job means no lunch." Her only response was a soft "fine." House left, slight amused with his taunt.

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It was now 8:30, and everyone had left. Everyone except House. He was before the white board, tapping his cane against the ground in irritation.

"Why? Why don't you give answers?" he muttered. He was so wrapped up in his work that he was slight startled at the opening of a door.

Cameron entered, her eyes wide when she spotted that her boss was still here.

House rose, turning his attention to her. "What are you still doing here?" he snapped.

"What does it matter to you?" Her reply was cold, her eyes not rising as she placed her things into her bag and grabbed her thick coat. She made her way to the door, yet he stopped her, his cane in the way.

"I'm your boss. Your worries and embarrassment fuel me," he quipped.

"Let me go, House."

"Nope, sorry. Not until…" She then turned away, settling in a seat nearby.

"Fine! You got what you wanted. I'm not leaving. But I won't speak." She clenched. How he hated when she clenched.

House's smirk faltered, yet he resumed it rapidly. "Aw…what? Anxious because Chase is waiting at your apartment?" he gushed nastily.

Cameron's eyes pierced him. "Shut it," she snapped, rising and fighting her way past.

Passing Cameron in the hall was a bemused Wilson, who approached House in surprise. "What did you do to her?" he questioned, gazing at House in surprise.

"Oh, I asked her if the rumors were true about her being a part time stripper. Obviously she refuses to tell me," House replied, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Why?"

"She looked as though she were about to cry."

The words were direct, and not at all what House had expected. "Crying? Cameron?" He tried to lighten the moment. "Never!"

Wilson shook his head, glaring at House. "I think you should apologize. She seemed upset, House."

House rolled his eyes. "Fine! Later. I'll go to her apartment and get on my knees, begging for forgiveness."

Wilson laughed. "Just…make sure you do, alright?" With that, he left House standing in the doorway.