Chapter 1: One Night

"I don't want to interview anyone else" he said when she opened the door.

"You're interviewing? I thought you'd just have them send a headshot along with their CV" she snarked.

House smirked almost proudly; "Hah. That's good. And why I need you around. To keep me in my place" he stated seriously, trying to sneak a peak into her apartment.

Closing the door a little further and obstructing his view into her home; "I can't come back, I told you that" she stated seriously.

"Wasn't listening…" he said looking everywhere, anywhere but her eyes.

"Right…" she dragged out pointedly.

"You want me to listen to you more? I can do that…"

"Right…" she dragged out again disbelievingly "…I already accepted a position somewhere else" she stated matter-of-factly.

"With whom?" he asked looking at her, frowning.

"Yule, at Jefferson"

"Unaccept it" he stated as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

"Why?" she asked purposefully.

He leaned more heavily on his cane; "Because Yule is boring. He's pedantic and preachy. Because he's short. Because I want you to come back."

"Not good enough…" she said simply.

House sighed exasperatedly; "Want more money? A car allowance, better parking space?" he asked running out of ideas.

"One night…" she said sensing his frustration "…one night just the two of us…" she added to make sure he understood.

House was mildly shocked; "You'll come back to work if I go out on a date with you?" he asked making sure he'd heard her right.

Cameron smirked; "I can't believe that would shock you…it's also not what I said…" she stated using his own words "…one night, wherever you want…your place, mine…wherever…just the two of us for 12 hours…" she explained seriously.

"Who are you and what have you done with Cameron?" he asked still in shock.

"House…" she admonished seriously.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked taking a deep breath to try and smell it on her breath.

"No…" she replied with a smirk.

"Are you high?" he asked still not convinced.

"Nope…" she sighed out "…I am tired…sick of acting like I haven't imagined every possible way you could take me…pretty much anywhere…" she paused "…here; at your place; on the conference table; in the clinic; in your office; in Wilson's office; Cuddy's office…I could go on, but I think you've got the point…" she enumerated with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Can I be Drunk?" he asked folding.

"No"

"High?" he tried.

"You'll want to be sober…trust me…" she said in a husky tone, making a jolt of electricity run through his body and straight to his groin.

He sighed; "And then what?" he asked curiously.

She tilted her head slightly to the side; "We're adults…when the 12 hours are up, we'll go our separate ways and neither of us will ever mention it…ever…" she stated simply.

He smirked smugly; "You think you can do that?" he asked playfully "…once you go House, you can never go back…" he stated smugly.

She laughed sincerely, making him think that maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea, if he got to see that heart felt laugh a couple more times; "I'll survive…" she stated laughing "…I live of unsatisfied sex…yeah I think I can do it…" she added matching his playful tone.

His face suddenly turned serious; "What if I can't?" he whispered out.

She frowned; "…right…I'm pretty sure you'll live too…" she affirmed seriously, but somehow he wasn't convinced.

"You'll come back to work…" he paused almost as if to make sure he had gotten it right "…if I give you 12 hours?"

"Yes…" she replied looking serious "…deal?" she asked holding her hand out for him to shake it.

"Deal…" he stated, shaking her hand, both enjoying the shock the simple contact shot through them…and both anticipating what other sensations they would get during their 12 hours together…

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