A/N: I just wanted to say a big thank you to all who provided title suggestions. They were awesome! I was stuck in a big way! This one just popped in my head so I decided to go with it. I wasn't going to post the sequel so soon, but again, when an idea pops in there, I tend to go with it. If you haven't read no I in team yet, please do so, for continuity's sake. Enjoy, and as always, I don't own anything and R&R!!

Chapter 1: A month after the Jersey Devil….situation

They were sitting the conference room, doing a whole lot of...well nothing. They supposed they should be doing…something, but there really wasn't anything to do.

They didn't have a patient, Cameron had caught up with House's charting, Chase's crossword pen had run out of ink, and even the medical journals Foreman had always found interesting were dull. In short, the ducklings were bored. Terribly so.

Chase leaned back in his chair and propped his legs on the table. He looked around at the other two and said, "We need to do something."

"What did you have in mind?" Foreman asked. "There's nothing to do. Face it, you were right."

"About what?"

"Remember when you said at the diner that we'd be looking for the kind of excitement the Devil experience gave us?"

"Oh, yea."

"Well, despite nearly getting killed, I wouldn't mind doing something like that again."

"Me either," Chase responded.

They looked at Cameron. She didn't say anything.

"Cameron?" Foreman asked.

She looked around at them. "What?"

"Man, are you zoned! We said we wouldn't mind doing something exciting again, like the thing with the Devil," Chase filled her in.

"I wouldn't either, actually." Cameron had other things on her mind. It had been a month, and nothing had happened with House. Nothing had happened period, but most distressing to her, nothing with her boss.

"Time to take matters into my own hands," she thought, and stood up resolutely.

"Where are you going?" Chase asked.

"I have something I need to discuss with House, if it's any of your business."

"If you don't want to share, it must be private," Foreman put in.

Cameron shook her head at the two men and knocked on the office door.

"What's the password?" came the voice from within.

"There's a password?"

"There is now. I didn't have one, but when you knocked, I figured I needed something to keep you from coming in."

"I need to talk to you. It's about the trip last month."

"Oh, well, then, if it's about that…you can come in…after you say the password."

Cameron leaned her forehead on the door and sighed. She glanced down at the floor and saw a folded piece of paper. She picked it up and read:

The password is thong…no it's bra…no actually, it is thong, yea, it's thong.

"Uh…thong?" She said tentatively, in a whisper.

Another piece of paper under the door, this one reading: As loud as possible.

"THONG!!" She yelled. Foreman and Chase glanced up.

She looked back at them, gesturing at the door in explanation. They went back to doing nothing.

"You don't have to be so loud. I'm not deaf. Come in."

She did so, and shut the door behind her, standing in front of his desk.

"Now, what is it, I'm very busy."

He, too, was doing nothing. Not an odd thing, but she couldn't help but wonder whether he wanted that excitement back too.

"I just wanted to talk about everything that happened on the trip."

"I was wondering how long you could go without bringing it up, and the answer is no way, not all of it. Some things are better left un-discussed. You may choose one thing, and only one thing to talk about, and you will be doing the talking."

"Fine, I want to talk about the note you wrote about me."

"What about it?"

"Well, what does it mean?"

"What do you think it means? I told you you're doing the talking."

"I'd like to think it means that I was wrong, and you do have feelings about me that go beyond sex. I'd also like to think it means that now I can feel confident in giving us a shot."

"A shot of what? Cause scotch sounds pretty good right now."

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"Stop being difficult. Do you want to try a relationship with me or not?"

"Well, I figured the note would make that clear."

Cameron groaned. "Just yes or no, please."

He was silent for a moment, and it made her nervous. She almost felt like she was on trial, as though he were evaluating her.

"Yes."

"Ok then."

The awkward silence she'd dreading washed over them in a wave after her words, and she felt herself drowning beneath it, crushed by its weight.

She walked over to him and stood next to him.

"I have a date planned."

"A date?"

"Yes, a date. Not like the restaurant. I'm not ready for a replay of that yet, but something fun that doesn't require anything approaching serious conversation."

"I'm listening."

"That's all I'm telling you. I want it to be a surprise so you won't back out."

"Clever. Keep me wondering what it is you've got planned."

"I'll give you a hint. It begins with a G."

"That's not much of a hint."

"It's all you're getting." She smiled, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"We're taking this slow at first, just to see how it goes. Agreed?"

"Agreed," he replied. "When's this date happening?"

"Tomorrow night. At 7. I'll drive you in to work in the morning, since I'll be driving to our destination."

"Whatever."

"Which means, you'll be on time for once."

"Don't think so. Pick me up at 9."

"We'll see what I feel like." She left, shutting the office door behind her.

Foreman was alone.

"Where's Chase?"

"He's checking pedes for something to do."

Chase came back then, a board game under his arm.

"All I could find was mystery date."

"What? I'm not playing that." Foreman made a face.

"I'll play," Cameron said. "I used to have that game in junior high."

"Cool, c'mon Foreman, it'll be fun."

"All right, fine."

They set up the game and began play.

"Speaking of dates, I heard you talking to House," Foreman said while Chase took his turn.

"You eavesdropped? How could you do that?"

"You were louder than you thought. If you want him, then I say it's a good thing. I just hope he isn't stringing you along."

"I don't think he is, unless he lied on that paper thing, which he wasn't supposed to."

"Doesn't mean he wouldn't."

"No, but I'm a big girl. I've made a decision, and I'll stick it out."

"Where are you taking him tomorrow?" Chase asked, passing the dice to Foreman.

Cameron leaned in and whispered the location of the date. Chase snorted.

"That'll be interesting."

"That's what I figured. I always have fun, who knows, he might too."

Chase whispered it to Foreman, who just shook his head. "You're crazy, and it's your turn."

In the end they all found out their mystery dates.

"Sweet, Captain of the Football Team!" Chase said. "Who'd you get Foreman?"

"I got the class president. He looks like you…ugh." He made a face. "Who'd you get Cameron?"

"I got the nerd," she said with a grin.

"Haha, the dud," Chase said.

"He's not a dud. He's just smart is all. Doesn't mean he's not a fun guy. Sure looks like a weenie though." They all laughed and put the game away. Chase was looking through the other pieces and held one up.

"Look at this one. Some kid drew vampire fangs on it."

"I used to think there were vampires coming to get me when I was little. I think it was because my brothers made me watch all sorts of horror movies. Thank goodness they don't exist. They always go after the girl."

"Who says they don't exist?" Chase said.

"Well, obviously they don't," Foreman replied.

"If I would have asked either of you a month ago if the Jersey Devil were real, what would you have said?"

"Definite no," Cameron said. Foreman nodded in agreement.

"A lot can change with time. Who knows what all exists out there."

A chill went through them then, and they all left together to return the game.

A/N: So, how was it? Hopefully, not too awful bad. Thanks for checking it out!