The Storm

Cameron walks off down the seemingly endless city street that the hospital sits on. Her bag rhythmically bouncing off the back of her thighs. The cold air does nothing to lessen her anger.

How dare he? HOW DARE HE!!
Now he wants a relationship, more normal he says.
I couldn't possibly be satisfied with the way things are, he says.
I just wanted some hot sex... what is so unbelievable about that?
Why do I have to want more?

Just because Bones, blew it and let herself get drawn in by that Sully jerk doesn't mean that I have to ... everyone (but her) knows that he was just a piss poor substitute for the man she really wants...Booth of course!

Her thoughts are obliterated by the sound of a motorcycle as it pulls up along side her.
"A little cold to be walking home, don't you think?" the dark helmeted rider asked

"Well, uh, um, a I re-really had-d-dn't noticed." Cameron stammered as if shivering

"Yeah, you always sound like that. C'mon, hop on, I'll take you home" the rider retorted
What a perfect ending, to a perfect day! Now I have to ride home with my arms around the unknowing object of all my dreams hopes and desires.

Cameron easily hopped on the back of the bike wrapping her arms around House and the two of them took off.

The one good thing about motorcycles is that is difficult if not impossible to converse while riding one. Thank God there are no signal lights on this route.
Oh my God, it really is cold tonight!

House too, was lost in his own thoughts. As they speed down the highway he couldn't help but notice how wonderful it felt to have Cameron's arms around him.
And the smell of her hair, oh Jesus, it was damn near criminal. It reminded him of long passionate nights spent in Hawaii. Some strange blend of vanilla, orchid and pineapple.

"The next exit is mine." Cameron yelled under House's helmet.

He thought and thought but could not come up with any really good retort. He was too preoccupied with trying to hide his excitement. Cameron only thought she was letting him know when he needed to exit the highway, what she was actually doing was turning him on.

The sound of the turning signal was devilish, devilishly deafening. It meant that their ride would soon be over. Neither of them wanted the ride to end. Neither of them wanted to let go of the other. In fact they each wanted more, much, much more. And neither of them were willing to admit it.

House pulled over directly in front of Cameron's building. He put on the kick stand with a flourish that pressed her even more tightly against him.

"Well here we are," he announced, realizing exactly how lame he sounded.

"My... that we are. Would you like to come up?" as the words left her mouth she wished she was in that movie Click so that she could rewind. But alas what has been said cannot be taken back.

"You Cookin'?" he quipped.

"No, a a I was going to order Chinese." she said wondering why he would ask such a ridiculous question.

"Cool, I like, Moo Shu Pork and Green Jade Delight." he added quickly
"Okay, okay, lets discuss it inside, cause now I'm freezing!" she said pushing him towards the door.

If only this were Gray's Anatomy, then the endless elevator ride to my apartment could have been put to damn good use. Yes... damn good!

The ride was usually long but tonight's was bordering on torturous. The car stopped at every other floor.

And, by the way, where the hell did all these nubile teens come from. I've never seen them around the building before. Luckily House is too busy watching me shiver to notice. Oh my God, am I about to get jealous? Yes, yes I am. When the car stopped the last time a young couple got on. I sure hope they are newlyweds!
No what I really wish is that it was me in that clench with House. Shake it off, girl, shake it off! He's on his way up to your apartment. If you don't clear your head there is no telling what you might try.

House too was lost in the romance novel that had overtaken his thoughts of late. I wonder what kind of panties she wears. I wish Cameron dressed more like Cuddy,God knows she leaves nothing to the imagination. And who are those babes? What is this a warehouse for hot ladies?

"House, HOUSE! This is my floor. What are you thinking so intently about? You can't still be pissed about that last patient. Can you?" She paused, recognizing that she was babbling like a school girl.

"No, no... I was thinking about all the sex that must be had in that elevator. I don't think I have ever been in such tight quarters with as many sexually charged people in my life. And that couple... talk about, "Get a Room"." He had more to say but was feeling an attack of the lame thing happening again so he just stopped.