In the hallway, right after having issued commands to his little army of do-gooders, House spotted Cameron walking into the supply closet.
"Thirteen!" He called her back. She turned around, surprised at having been called Thirteen again after a particular long bout of odd nicknames. "Go get us some nitrile gloves."
"Why?" She asked, already suspicious of the boyish glint in his eyes.
"The patient harbors an allergy to latex, so unless you want him to-" He started explaining, pulling that smart-ass face of his while doing so.
"Fine." She interrupted, irritated, immediately walking off to the supply closet. House grinned madly, waiting for her to enter the closet before he limped over as fast as he could. He whistled innocently as he reached for something in his pocket, looking around with a matching innocent expression before pulling out some keys, choosing the right one, closing the door and locking it. All in one swift motion.
"The entire straight male population will forever appreciate your ignorance, José." He mumbled after briefly having examined the nametag attached to the janitor's keys. He held his pocket open with a finger and dropped the keys back in, grin widening at the possibilities of this little stunt. The infamous doctor then continued to pull up a foldable chair and took a seat next to the door.
Allison was searching a shelf for the stash of tongue depressors when she heard someone else enter the supply closet. She looked up briefly to see Thirteen walk in.
"Hey." The brunette greeted lamely, immediately searching the shelves for the gloves with her eyes.
"Hi." Cameron replied equally enthusiastically as she continued her search. It took a moment or two before she heard the door close again, but she thought nothing of it; Thirteen must've left after finding what she was looking for. That was why she was so surprised when a familiar click followed the sound of the door closing, accompanied by the other woman's exclamation.
"Oh hell no!" Thirteen said, frowning as she tried to open the door and failed.
"Let me guess," Allison began, never straying from the task at hand and silently wondering what all that junk was doing on those shelves. "House locked us in."
"I should've known." She turned to the other doctor as she folded her arms, noticing with slight admiration how she remained so calm in such an aggravatingly childish situation. "He was radiating mischief like there was no tomorrow."
"Hm." Cameron hummed in confirmation, not so much bothered by being locked in. Yet. "We'll be missed, House will be prime suspect, he will be questioned mercilessly, and hopefully I'll find the darned tongue depressors before someone gets us out." She finished the sentence in playful agitation, huffing when she couldn't find them on that shelf either.
Thirteen looked up, having spotted the items lying on one of the higher shelves earlier. "You mean those tongue depressors?" She pointed at them with her thumb. Allison finally stopped raking her eyes over the lower shelves, following Thirteen's finger to the top shelf.
"Thanks." She muttered, smiling weakly at her before reaching for the box. Thirteen stood behind the doctor, unable to fight off the amused smile that appeared when Cameron stretched but not quite reached the shelf. After a while she finally decided to help her, however amusing it was to see the petite doctor struggling.
Allison was surprised when she felt the brunette hover over her as she grabbed the box for her, even though she was a second away from asking her to do so. They were standing inches apart when Thirteen handed her the box, her smug smile disappearing when she noticed how close the staggered expression of the other doctor was.
"There you go." She said plainly, refusing to acknowledge that this was a potential romantic situation by not stepping back out of her personal space. House was not around to witness it, but this was probably what he wanted; to get them all huffy and embarrassed in the small space.
"Yeah, thanks." She offered feebly, taking the small box and watching it slide into her white coat to avoid eye contact with the other woman. At least until she was standing a comfortable distance away. Thirteen raised an eyebrow at the flustered expression, but decided not to comment on it and instead stepped away.
"Do you reckon he's listening?" Cameron asked, realizing that was a very real possibility.
"Reckon?" Thirteen repeated. She wasn't surprised that the blonde had a colorful vocabulary, but it sounded so foreign coming from her. When Allison shot her a look, she raised her hands to show it wasn't any of her business. Truth was, Cameron knew that Chase had been rubbing off on her, she would just rather spend her time in denial. "Yeah, probably. Unless he has a camera in here or is just screwing with us."
"House really makes you paranoid, doesn't he?" At the blank look she received she explained, "in general I mean."
Thirteen nodded, not risking to let House know that he got to her. Cameron caught the hint and remained silent after that, eventually settling herself on the floor. The silence stretched and unbeknownst to them, both occupants of the closet shared the hope that it got to House.
"What's your name anyway?" Cameron eventually broke the silence, looking up at the other doctor in wonder. Thirteen observed the blonde for a moment, figuring that it couldn't hurt if she knew her name.
"Remy Hadley." She answered.
"Allison Cameron, but you already know." Cameron said, trying to ignore the pileup of awkward situations as she pulled up her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. Remy watched on, wondering what made the other woman look so vulnerable all of the sudden, and eventually blamed the pink scrubs and position she was in.
"Will you be missed any time soon?" Remy asked, averting her eyes.
"I should be, so hopefully we'll be out of here within the hour." Allison suddenly raised her chin from her knees, meeting Thirteen's questioning eyes. "Do you have a cell phone on you?"
"No." She shook her head, not bothering to explain, but probably not carrying one for the same reason the blonde wasn't. After that another silence befell them in which Hadley was unable to suppress a yawn from coming up.
"Late night?" Cameron asked in small talk-mode. Remy didn't feel compelled to answer, but would have to if she wanted to survive the hour without anymore awkward silences.
"Sort of." She shrugged, settling her attention on the door.
On the other side of the door House rolled his eyes. This wasn't going anywhere any time soon and he could only hold off curious doctors and nurses for so long. He pulled out a piece of paper – a receipt for the lunch that Wilson paid for earlier – and scribbled something on the back of it, sliding it underneath the door.
"Is it true?" Thirteen asked, trying to sound like she wasn't interested in the gossip that House had written down. She held the receipt while Cameron read it over her shoulder.
"No." Allison answered when she had finished reading it. "I don't know why he would think such a thing." She frowned at the door, imagining House sitting behind it.
"It is House we're talking about." Remy tried, before realizing what she just implied.
"No, Chase and I are still together and doing just- just wonderful." Even to Remy that sounded a little stunted. "This is just House's pitiful attempt at hooking us up for his own sick pleasure." Cameron explained with a wild gesture. Thirteen's eyes lit up as she got an idea, ignoring Allison's issues that had seeped through.
House turned his attention from his playstation portable to the door as he heard a thump, followed by a dampened whimper. He leaned his ear on the door, mouth dropping open at the conversation he heard.
"Whu-what are you doing?" It was Cameron's pleading voice.
"Shut up and kiss me." House frowned as he listened more intently. Was that the smacking of lips and the rustling of clothes he heard? He snapped his mouth shut as he thought things through. There was no way the note had worked that well.
Before the situation could progress any further he pulled out his phone and hastily searched the record function. He pressed the right button and left the phone on the ground at the door, greeting a nurse who was eying him strangely with a smile.
"Oh Remy." Cameron moaned. House spared a glance at the door as if he could see what was happening behind it. "Don't stop." He smirked. This was just too rich.
Remy raised an eyebrow at Cameron, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. She couldn't deny that it was kind of funny how the blonde managed to sound so credible. Taken completely out of context – sexy too. Allison caught her amused look and mouthed a 'what?' towards the other doctor. Thirteen shook her head and focused on the job at hand, popping another piece of gum into her mouth.
When House deemed it enough he pocketed his phone again and unlocked the door. Unsurprisingly enough, both woman were standing near the door, doing absolutely nothing. Cameron had turned slightly pink in the face, but Thirteen seemed unfazed.
"Well damn." House suppressed his smile as the two doctors walked past him.
Chase was in the middle of telling Cameron an anecdote when House seated himself at their table. He placed his phone on the table and pressed a select button before either of them could get a word in.
"Oh Remy, don't stop." Chase's eyes widened when he recognized the voice, looking from the mobile to House and back again, finally settling his eyes on Cameron. The saucy recorded conversation continued while Allison buried her face in her hands. House studied Chase with an earsplitting grin, who turned especially green when Thirteen's voice came through. After what seemed like forever the recording came to an end.
"Aaaand go." House leaned back in his chair as he looked at his watch, timing how long it would take for them to brake up.
Just for fun, obviously, so don't take it too seriously. And because the Plan isn't really progressing. Sadly enough.