"I know what you're staring at," commented Taub, sidling up next to Thirteen as she absently hovered over a stack of charts in the ER.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Thirteen said cooly with a dry smirk, forcing her gaze away from it's previous subject and turning a less intense glare at Taub. He chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry," He countered. " It's not a what, she's a who."

"She's a Who?" snarked Thirteen, amused.

"Yes, and don't you think she's a bit to much of a challenge for you?" It was his turn to stare in the direction of the young doctor, albeit a lot less longingly.

"Who says I was after her in the first place?" Thirteen demanded, blocking her colleague's line of sight suspiciously.

"Your hot and bothered attitude seems to be a good enough confirmation for my theory. Just don't let House find out, he'll be wanting photos." While trying to be supportive, he still couldn't stop amusement from seeping into his every word.

"Oh please," huffed Thirteen, "now you're just fulfilling one of your manly fantasies. Purely at my expense too. It's sickening." She began walking away indignantly, and Taub sped along to catch up to her.

"I'm sure what you think I'm fantasizing can't be far from your fantasies, no?" He remarked wisely, before smartly hanging back at a nurses station to allow her to storm off uninterrupted.

*******

Cameron idly watched the curious interaction between Dr. Taub and Thirteen out of the corner of her eye as she finished bandaging her patient. Admittedly, she was mostly only interested because she'd caught both of them look over at her. She only hoped they weren't saying anything too terrible about her...she thought to herself with a wry, gentle smirk.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Thirteen practically stormed off, directly across her line of vision, leaving an amused looking Taub in her wake. Though she would reluctantly admit her attention was not on Taub, as she watched the young brunette wander off intently. It had a lot less to do with curiosity than it did something else, something Dr. Cameron had resigned herself to not deny so strongly anymore. It's not as if she was in denial about her sexuality.

Thirteen was absolutely gorgeous, nobody on earth as far as Cameron was concerned could possibly deny that. Especially not her. She had been longing for some sort of contact with Dr. Hadley, physical or emotional, for weeks now. Ever since things started going downhill with Chase, and perhaps even before.

Sadly, she was not quite sure how to strike up a conversation with the doctor without sounding like a total idiot. She sighed as she moved along to the next minor injury, but was jolted out of her confusion by a gurney-train from a highway accident speeding through her department. She rushed towards the first victim, bleeding from his head and neck, in full ER mode and glad for the distraction.

***

Hours later, Cameron got a page from Cuddy requesting her immediate attendance to a short meeting in her office.

"What's up?" She questioned, approaching the dean's desk. She was surprised and nervous to find that she had been the only on called for this meeting, and admittedly slightly nervous.

"I need you to supervise House for a week while Foreman is on leave for a neuro-surgery conference." Cuddy declared shortly, cutting immediately to the chase.

"Why me?" Asked Cameron, genuinely surprised and hesitant also.

"Because Dr. Chase would inevitably allow House to walk all over him and Dr. Wilson has too much responsibility when it comes to House as it is, not to mention in his own department."

Cameron still was not fully convinced. "But what about -" She began, only to be interrupted.

"I have the head nurse supervising all the paperwork for the ER, and we are actually planning on having an overstaffing there next week anyway. You're department will be fine, Dr. Cameron."

Cameron shifted on her feet awkwardly, but nodded her head. She couldn't help but think of the positive light in the entire situation: Remy Hadley.

"I'm sure House will be thrilled," She drawled with a small laugh. Cuddy smiled at her, "Actually...I think he's looking forward to having someone to organize his paperwork again."

The ER doctor snorted lightly and with a polite nod to her boss, headed back to work for the day. It was Friday.

***

"Dr. Cameron!" Thirteen exclaimed in surprise before she could stop herself, upon finding her seated at the diagnostics table the next morning. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm officially the temporary replacement for Foreman until he comes back next week," Cameron informed her with a light roll of her eyes, "Should be fun, huh? Good morning to you too by the way."

Thirteen smirked, "Yea, good morning indeed."

There was an awkward silence as both women seemed to size each other up, a bit lost but comfortable enough in the other's presence. Luckily, or not so Luckily, they were intruded upon by an overly chipper Gregory House.

"Look" He exclaimed in false glee, "It's Dr. Cameron and Dr. I -wanna - be - Cameron! Or is it the other way around with you two? You know, I could never be sure..." He contemplated this deliberately as he made a beeline for the coffee machine. It was then that Dr. Taub arrived, looking beat and bored all ready.

"Well, the gangs all here," House commented, "it seems Cuddles hasn't shoved a file down my throat yet, so that means we're home free!" He limped over to the whiteboard, drawing a giant smiley face to emphasize his point.

"Taub, go to the clinic and pay someone starts leaking bile out of their ears. Or any other orifice really, as long as it's interesting. Shoo!"

"Bisexual!" House called loudly as Taub scurried out of the room looking defeated. To both Doctor's secret mortification, Cameron and Thirteen simultaneously looked up, recovering quickly enough to catch each other's eyes and laugh.

"Why thank you Thirteen, for that rare moment of self - honesty. Cameron, I said Bisexual, not DIE- sexual!" He boomed theatrically.

"It means she only gets the hots for the dying ones," He said in a stage whisper. "Though I suppose they could be either male or female..."

Cameron rolled her eyes, "What do you want House?" She sighed.

"Oh I don't know. Go find something productive to do." He looked between them and waggled his eyebrows, a sick grin planted on his face. "If you know what I mean..."

"I'm sure we do," commented Thirteen dryly. Both women shared a look before leaving the room as quickly as they could, rolling their eyes at his antics.