A/N: We've met Chase's dad and Foreman's parents, why not Cameron's as well?

Murphy's Law

by phantasmagorical

It was Monday morning and Dr. Allison Cameron was running extremely late for work. It seemed to be one of those mornings where everything that can go wrong, will go wrong – and at the most inopportune moment.

Her alarm clock chose to stop working altogether, the landlord had conveniently forgotten to tell mention that her water was being shut off for the day, she had a large bruise on her knee (thanks to her kitten Darcy, who left her beloved piece of string next to Allison's bed to be tripped over), and all of her work clothes were waiting to be washed. And if that wasn't enough, her parents were flying in for the week, and she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. She spent all weekend redecorating her apartment, making sure it was unnaturally neat and the epitome of class. Naturally, this meant she didn't get any sleep over the weekend. As she rushed around to get ready, she grunted and groaned, muttered obscenities, and cursed Murphy (or whomever) and his silly law.

She was finally ready to go by 9:30. She grabbed her car keys and ran out of her apartment building. As she hurriedly made her way to her car, she saw flashing cop lights, several film cameras, a plethora of news reporters and yellow tape blocking off the entire garage. "You've got to be kidding me," she said. "This…this…cannot be happening." She walked over to a police officer and calmly asked, "Is there any way I can get in there to grab my car? I'm late for work and there's no way I can get there without my-"

"Sorry, miss," the cop interrupted politely, "but we've got a major crime scene here. No one is allowed in." His tone was apologetic, and Allison nodded.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Looks like a murder. It happened early this morning. A young couple. Apparently they lived in that apartment building right there," he stated, gesturing to Allison's building.

Allison felt her stomach drop and the blood drain from her face. There was only one young couple she knew of in that building – and they were the only people she actually liked. They had spent many a night allowing Allison to play the third wheel. They settled her down after a long night at work, and consoled her if she ever lost a patient. As far as she knew, they never fought. They were the couple she looked to if she ever found herself losing hope that happiness with another human being was possible.

"Miss," she heard the cop yell, snapping her out of her catatonic-like state. "Miss, are you okay?"

She gulped. "I…I…were the…victims…were their names Luke and Jaime Arrington," she stuttered. The cop nodded knowingly. "Oh, god," she cried. She felt tears flood her eyes, and she could do nothing to stop them from falling. She

The cop looked around helplessly, placing a hand on Allison's shoulder. "Look, miss, it's probably best if you left the crime scene. If reporters see you here in your…state, they're going to assume you were directly related to the victims. They'll barrage you with questions and you'll never be able to get away from them."

Allison looked up at the cop, her tears finally subsiding. She could see his face, now – it was kind and fresh. He was obviously young and new. She nodded and said, "You're right. I just – I need to find a way to get to work, now."

"You're still going to work? You should head back to your apartment and collect yourself. I'm sure your boss will understand."

She laughed bitterly. "Oh, no, not my boss. Anyway, I'm needed. We have a really important case, and if we don't figure out, this boy is bound to die," she said quickly and as if the cop knew exactly what she was talking about.

He tilted his head. "Are you a detective or something?"

She smiled. "No, a doctor."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Wow. Very impressive, considering your…." He cleared his throat. "Age – your age. I'd presume, of course."

"Thirty," she replied.

"Hm. Well, you've gotta go save some lives, now, don't you? How about I give you a ride? There are too many of us here, anyway."

"Are you sure? I mean, if anything else happens, I wouldn't want-"

He put his hand up. "It's perfectly fine, miss." He smiled brightly.

"Allison," she said. "My name is Allison Cameron." She held out her and.

"Officer Kevin Breen," was his reply as he gently shook Allison's hand. "It's a pleasure. Now let's get you outta here." He walked her over to his car, opened the passenger's door, proving that chivalry was not dead. She smiled in thanks and slid right in, buckling her seat belt and mentally preparing herself for the hypocritical lecture House was sure to give her about the virtues of promptness. It's going to be a long day.

A/N: Very short chapter (for me, anyway). I have a pretty good idea as to the direction this story will go on. Hell, I already have the last paragraph and/or line. There will definitely be a romantic pairing in the near future. I just have to make a decision about that. Let me know if you like the first chapter, and if you have any suggestions, let me know.