"How about infective endocarditis?" Dr. Hadley, or Thirteen, suggested, as she twirled her dark hair around her left index finger. Her gaze was casually fixed upon the case's blonde consult, Dr. Allison Cameron, who was conveniently seated across the table from her. Convenient for me, Dr. Hadley thought, that way it doesn't look like I'm staring. Moments later, the voice of her ex-boyfriend brought her back to reality.
"We are still talking about the trauma kid from Emerg, aren't we? I mean, that is why Dr. Cameron has joined us, isn't it?" Her superior, Dr. Foreman clarified.
"Well, I wasn't really paying attention, but it fits. Shortness of breath, muscle pain, coughing up blood? It sounds plausible."
"That, or the poor kid was hit by a bus on his way to school." Cameron interjected; she met Thirteen's nonchalant eye contact and was barely able to conceal a seductive smile.
"Okay, I'll agree, the symptoms are all easily explainable by a bus collision. But then why did House choose this case? There's no puzzle to it… no reason for his interest." Thirteen stated to the entire team, but looked directly into the blonde's eyes as the words came out.
"I'm sure House had his reasons." Foreman interjected.
"Speaking of House, where is he?" Thirteen inquired.
"He… um… said he wouldn't be in until after lunch. He said he had "family problems" which is probably just House-code for he had a meeting with Cuddy that he wanted to blow off." Dr. Robert Chase made his presence known at the diagnostic table.
"Well, what are we doing? We don't have a case, House won't be here for a few hours. I guess we have a few hours of free time." Thirteen suggested. To emphasize her euphemistic point, the brunette purposely nudged the other woman's ankle with her practical black ballet flat. However, the reaction she found was not the reaction she was looking for. Instead of Cameron's sensual smile, it was Foreman who jumped slightly, and promptly glanced under the table.
"Dr. Hadley… I sincerely hope you did not intend to do that. With the concern of your current relationship status, that was not only unprofessional, but highly inappropriate."
"Yeah, it was an accident. I promise it won't happen again." She vowed, eye contact still trained on the blonde seated across from her.
Subconsciously, Cameron allowed herself a nervous laugh and an alluring wink towards the brunette. However, Chase, Cameron's ex-husband caught on and observed Thirteen's reaction. The way that the newer doctor responded left little doubt in his mind of what they were trying to pull off. In reaction, Thirteen dropped her eyes to the table and tucked the stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Forman had also observed. He let the pen from his hand slide free and land with no sound on the carpet.
"Seriously? Are you two like together?" He inquired.
"No… It's not like that." Both women overlapped.
"You two are together!" Chase stood up in a display of annoyance.
"Not exactly…" Cameron lied.
"Please, it's pretty obvious when we've been watching you two eye-fuck for the last twenty minutes. And does Cuddy know about this?' Chase continued.
"Moving on! The patient file said that he was skateboarding when he—" Cameron shouted over her ex-husband before she was cut off.
"Does it matter? He got hit. By a bus. It's no mystery. What is a mystery is how long this thing between you two has been going on."
"Well, you admitted to killing Dibala two months ago, so for about a month and a half." Cameron accused Chase.
"So we were still together when you two had your little fling. Is that why you left?" Chase argued back.
"No! Remy overheard our… fight… AFTER you signed the divorce papers." Cameron felt her voice crack with emotion as she retorted.
"And Allison was obviously upset and needed a friend to talk to. Which is more than she could have ever expected from you." Thirteen added.
"Remy? Allison? First names… at work..." Chase scoffed in disgust.
"Look. Thirteen, I expected something like this from you. But Cameron, I can't even put into words how disappointed I am in you." Chase addressed.
"No, since when is your reputation more important than my happiness?!" She cried, desperately trying to force back the tears. "You know what, I can't deal with this right know." She announced as she dropped her head and stormed out the door.
"What the hell? Seriously." Thirteen countered as she left the room behind her friend.
It was only after both women had vacated did the rest of the team notice the man holding the door open. House. His head was covered with strategic dark tint sunglasses and oversized hoodie. Upon entering the office, he removed the sunglasses and pulled down his hood.
"Cat fight? Mrow!" House stated before taking his place at the head of the table…
Not that it's any excuse, but this is my first Cadley kind of story. I've written Huddy and a little Cameron, but I thought I'd mix it up. The story does get better and kind of explain itself more as it continues, but I couldn't think of a great way to start it. So I settled for this :)
I apologize for any spacing/ format issues, my tablet has been acting up lately.
And I'd really appreciate any reviews. I'm just a girl looking to improve my writing