A/N: This is set sometime during the "microwave pizza" stage...between Insensitive and 517ish. I love Chase and I think Cameron's a little insane but this fic is nice to both of them. I don't know yet whether I'm going to leave it as a one-shot or add on more chapters like this of moments in their relationship.

"The patient's been recovering for an hour, I think we can breathe a little easier now," Chase announced, entering the Diagnostics conference room.

"Finally! I'm going to do my breathing at home. Since you two enjoy taking the night shift so much, you can stay and just use this room instead of the janitor's closet. Don't forget to check on the sick girl once or twice." Foreman switched his lab coat for his winter one and was out the door in seconds.

Cameron sighed and rubbed her temples. Things had been a little tense the last couple days, since Foreman realized she hadn't been kidding about her and Chase's activities last time they were left to monitor a patient. "When does her IV bag need replaced?"

"I can handle it," Chase insisted. "Why don't you head home too?" Not that he would mind following Foreman's advice, but she looked exhausted and he needed sleep as well.

"I'm scheduled in the ER at 7:00 tomorrow morning." She glanced at her watched and grimaced. "I mean this morning...7:00 is in three hours. I'll get more sleep if I stay here."

"You sure?" he asked, gesturing at the near-barren room. "Not a lot of comfortable places to nap in here." Last week, House had thrown out all the furniture, protesting to Cuddy that Diagnostics was long overdue for new. Cameron dropped her head into her hands, frustrated, and suddenly a smile spread over Chase's face. "Come with me," he said, taking her arm.

"Where are we going?" She looked less than enthusiastic. "I'm too tired tonight, Chase."

"I know. Just trust me...you won't regret this." The sparkle in his eyes convinced her to follow him out of the conference room.

Chase slid his fingers down to intertwine with hers as they walked toward the stairwell door. They weren't really a holding-hands type of couple, but this morning he was glad she was too tired to care. She turned to go down the stairs, but he stopped and tugged her to the side going up. "Where are we going?" she asked again. "The only thing up from here is...the roof?"

"You have to swear not to tell Cuddy about this," he grinned. "And you can't tell House you know, he'd kill me." Cameron looked perplexed as Chase pulled her through the door leading outside. "House is stupid, yes, but even he wouldn't throw away hundreds of dollars of hospital property. There's always a chance Cuddy will decide she's had enough of his stunts." He lead her across the roof till they were above a section of the building that was under renovation.

"You mean the furniture? He put it on the roof?" Chase's roundabout explanation wasn't clearing anything up.

"Not exactly." He turned to her as the reached the wall of a taller portion of the building, where scaffolding lead over the edge of the roof they were standing on. Peeking over the rail, Cameron saw what he was getting at. All of their old furniture was piled on a balcony one story lower.

She laughed, then gasped as he gracefully swung over the rail to stand on a ledge on the other side, still clutching the metal. "Chase!"

"Relax," he grinned, lowering himself to the balcony below. "See, easy. Come on!"

"Are you CRAZY?" She peered down at him incredulously. "I'm not jumping over the edge of a building just to get to an old couch!"

"But think of all the memories we have with this couch." He teased, raising his eyebrows suggestively, and she couldn't help but smile. "Seriously, though, it's perfectly safe. You can't fall further than here!"

Cameron considered it. He was right, really - the balcony was wide enough there was no danger of missing it. Plus, she was so tired she actually would do anything for an hour-long nap, and this was certainly the most peaceful place in the hospital. "If I kill myself doing this..."

He laughed. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor." Before she could talk herself out of it, she swung one leg over the railing, then carefully followed it with the other. Clinging for dear life, she froze for a moment till she felt his hand on her leg. "I'm right here," he said, his voice suddenly softer. She slowly straightened her arms and lowered herself till his arms wrapped around her waist, then she squeezed her eyes shut and let go.

As she hit the floor a foot down and fell backwards into his chest, she let out a relieved sighed and turned to him. "I swear to God, Chase, you are insane. How did you know House put this here in the first place?"

He smirked. "You do realize House is a cripple? It's not like he carried it up by himself! Wilson needed a hand, so House made me swear not to tell anyone he wasn't actually taking all this to the dump."

Cameron laughed and looked around. Through the glass doors, she could see a section of the building completely sectioned off for renovations. "This was pretty genius," she conceded. "No one will notice for at least another month."

"Want to know the best part?" Chase said, pulling her down on their couch with him. "We're on the east side of the building. The sunrise is beautiful from here."

She settled against him willingly. "Do you come up here often?" This was a side of him she rarely saw.

"Yeah," he admitted, "it's a good place to get away. I used to sit on the roof, but there's actually a lot of traffic. Even House hides out there sometimes...from Cuddy, us, angry patients or family members. But there's no way he's getting down here."

They sat in silence for a moment, till Cameron tilted her head to look up at him. "I'm not still in love with him, you know. I never was." Her tone was almost gentle, not confrontational like it often turned when discussing this. "It was just a schoolgirl crush."

He paused, surprised she would bring up what was usually a sensitive subject between them. "I believe you," he said quietly, tugging her a little closer. Her head fell comfortably to his broad shoulder, and within minutes he felt her breathing become even and her body go limp.

Chase was glad she'd let it drop and the conversation hadn't become too serious. They were both tired, and there was a good chance he would slip and say something he shouldn't - like I love you, Allison. He sighed as he realized just calling her by her first name would probably freak her out a little. How is it that we sneak around in janitors' closets, spend the night together, and share moments like this, and she still doesn't see how I feel? Was her vulnerability this morning just because she was exhausted, or could she want something more between them too? Usually he was the one to bring up House, and she would angrily deny any feelings for him, then tell him it was none of his business because they weren't in a relationship. But this morning she'd made a point to tell him - not defensively, but almost reassuringly - that she was honestly over House. Maybe she was saying it was OK for Chase to care?

She shifted against him and sighed in her sleep, and Chase told his mind to shut up and enjoy the moment. As the sun peeked over the horizon, he rested his head on hers and drifted off.

Please review! This is only my second House fic so I'd like to know how it is!