Hi again everyone! Thanks for much for the reviews and encouragement, I'm glad to know people are enjoying the story. Just to give everyone a little heads up, this is going to be a dark one. I really dug deep into some dark and painful themes for this story, so I hope everyone who likes that stuff will really enjoy it. Also, since I didn't do this on the first chapter: I own nothing about the show House M.D. or anything except a few original characters. Thanks everyone!

PS. I won't be updating this frequently usually, I just decided to post the second chapter today since I already have alot of chapters written. Enjoy!

Chapter two

Thirteen pulled her car into the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching hospital parking lot. She grabbed a parking spot close to the building, and sat in her car for a good five minutes to calm herself down. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel.

Come on Remy, deep breaths, deep breaths, she told herself. You'll probably only be in there like ten minutes, you can do this come on.

Thirteen finally took a satisfactory deep breath and forced herself through the door. She approached the hospital confidently, allowing her outward bravado to effectively mask her internal insecurities. She strut through the main doors and headed straight for the ER. She felt slightly nauseous once she was inside, but she quickly brushed it aside and focused on what she had come here to do. She spotted the nurses desk and quickly made her way to it.

"Excuse me," she shouted to a pretty young blonde nurse over the noise of the ER. Upon getting her attention she flashed her badge, "Detective Remy Hadley," she started, "I'm here to question John Adams."

"You're gonna have to wait awhile," the nurse replied, looking sorry for the attractive detective. "They found some underlying condition while he was in the ER, he's being prepped for surgery now and after that he'll be Dr. House's patient."

Thirteen swallowed heavily, great that's just what I need, being trapped in a hospital for a few days. Her vision started to spin slightly and she felt even more nauseous than before. She was so distracted she barely noticed the burse was still talking to her.

"... and I'll send one of his fellows to meet you outside of the patients room when they're finished," the nurse was saying. When Thirteen didn't reply, the nurse looked at her quizically, "are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine," Thirteen choked out, "just, you know.. tired. So where do you want me to go?"

The nurse looked at her strangely and replied "third floor waiting room."

Thirteen nodded slowly and backed away from the nurse's station. She quickly turned around and headed for the nearest washroom. She quickly locked the door to the thankfully single room washroom and lightly banged her head against the wall in frustration. She rushed over to the sink and splashed some water on her face. She looked up at herself in the mirror and took in her appearance. Her jeans and leather jacket looked crumpled from the chase and her eyes were engulfed in dark circles from lack of sleep. She sighed, knowing that it would still be a long time before she could lay her head on a pillow.

"Okay Thirteen," she said loudly to no one in particular, "you're going to go upstairs and sit in that waiting room and deal with it. Then, when Dr. House comes to talk to you, just pull the bad ass cop routine, do your questioning and get out, no fuss, no mess."

Feeling slightly more confident, she headed out of the washroom and caught the elevator to the third floor. She reached the nearly empty waiting room and collapsed into one of the less than comfortable chairs. Knowing her wait would probably be long she allowed her eyes to fall shut and fell into a fit-full sleep.

Several hours later, Thirteen felt someone touch her arm softly, startling her from her sleep. She jumped out of her chair in surprise, her police instincts kicking in automatically, effectively startling the young woman who had disturbed her. It took the detective a moment to realize that she was still in the hospital and that the startled woman who had awoken her was a doctor.

"Jesus," she swore under her breath, as she looked up to face the woman for the first time. Her mouth hung open slightly as she took in the appearance of the doctor in front of her. The woman was unbelievably gorgeous. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, and her eyes were nothing short of magical. Under her long white lab coat, she wore a short black skirt and a black blouse, un-buttoned just enough to leave a little for the imagination.

Wow, Thirteen thought to herself. She shook her head, suddenly realizing she was staring and mumbled a quiet apology to the woman.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," the doctor replied, with a kind smile.

Thirteen unconsciously smiled back, seemingly unable to help herself. "It's okay," she countered quickly," I'm just you know... jumpy."

The doctor laughed softly and stood to face the young detective. She stuck out her hand in greeting and Thirteen quickly accepted the handshake. Thirteen shivered slightly at the feel of the other woman's hand in her own and began lightly brushing her hand with her thumb. Realizing they had been standing there for almost a minute without saying anything, they both quickly let go, looking nervously at each other.

"I'm Dr. Cameron," she finally said, blushing.

"Detective Hadley," the younger woman responded. "So um, what brings you into the waiting room startling cops in the middle of the night?"

Cameron laughed slightly at Hadley's quip, and smiled brightly at the young detective. "I'm one of Dr. House's fellows," she started, "he, um.. sent me here to tell you that you won't be able to question your suspect until tomorrow morning."

Thirteen's face must have turned white in response to Cameron's statement, because the blonde doctor immediately looked concerned."Are you okay," she asked, lightly placing her hand on the younger woman's arm.

Thirteen's skin tingled under the doctor's touch and she looked up to meet her gaze. The blonde's eyes were filled with concern, but were also sparkling with interest and attraction?

"Yeah I'm fine, just... my boss wants me to stay here until I question him and I... well I don't really like hospitals," Thirteen answered, surprised at her own honesty.

Cameron felt sorry for the young woman, and sensing the sensitivity of the subject, she decided not to press it any further. She quickly realized her hand was still on the detective's arm, and she self consciously retracted it, giggling softly at her own actions. Thirteen smiled in return at the incredibly cute shyness of the woman she now knew as Cameron.

"Well, I've got about half an hour before I have to be back in the office, would you maybe like to get a cup of coffee with me?" Cameron shyly asked.

"I'd really like that actually" Thirteen replied with a smile.

The two women shared a quiet moment, just awkwardly looking into each other's eyes before making their way to the elevator. At the other end of the hallway, House poked his head around the corner as he watched the two women walk off together.

The chuckled slightly to himself and whispered, "they should have called me cupid."