Chapter 2

Chapter 2

He walked into the lounge seeing Cameron cross it and head straight for the locker room. He followed after her, stopping at the door of the locker room and leaning in as she gathered her things from her locker.

"So, where are we going?" he asked curiously.

"Nowhere unless you let me change out of my scrubs," she replied.

"Don't mind me, I'll just be right over here," he said letting the door close, he then walked over to a bench, pointing to a spot on it, and sitting down still facing her.

"Yeah, well, as long as you're comfortable," she said while pulling her top off and tucking it into her bag. She then pulled out a shirt from her locker and put it on. The shirt was a v-cut, short sleeve shirt that actually showed some cleavage.

House just watched in awe. That was not a move he was expecting from Cameron. "So, Japanese sound good?" he asked trying to sound calm; his voice only faltering ever so slightly. She then toed her tennis shoes off and pulled her scrub pants off.

"Sure, I'm a wasabi woman," she said while rummaging through her locker looking for her pants. "There they are," all the time House is staring at her back end, only barely covered by her bikini underwear.

"Definitely woman," he replied as she turned around and started to put her jeans on.

"Glad you noticed," she said chuckling.

"Real are so much better then fake," he said bringing his attention back up to her chest, he then looked up and winked at her. "I think Cuddy's are fake."

She then grabbed her tennis shoes, shoved them in her locker, reached in and pulled out her comfy skater shoes; a pair of Vans she tends to wear to and from work, now that scrubs are a daily routine.

"Well, as much as I'd love to discuss Cuddy's rack with you I'd rather eat. Let's get going," she said locking up from her locker. She then grabbed her bag and started walking towards the locker room door.

"W-w-wait," House said jumping, sort of, to his feet and hobbling over to her. She turned around as she heard him approach. He took his left hand and placed it on her right shoulder. He was mere inches way from her. Her breath hitched as he moved his hand slowly towards her neck. She looked up into his eyes. "Tag!" he said quietly returning her gaze.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Your tag," he said as he moved his hand to the back of her neck and tucked her tag under her shirt, letting his fingers lightly graze her neck.

"Oh, thanks," she replied as he lifted his hand from her.

"Yeah, yeah, what are old bosses for?"

"Colleague!"

"Huh?"

"You're my colleague now! You don't have to think of yourself as being my 'old boss' anymore! I'm a colleague and, possibly, if you're willing, I could be considered a friend too," she said with a smile.

"I don't know if Wilson will share me. If I called you a friend it'd be like I'm cheating on him with a much younger, hotter, woman who won't rat me out! Wait, what am I complaining about? I just gave myself four good reasons to cheat away! Let's go while I'm still thinking about food," he said motioning towards the door.

She walked out of the locker room closely followed by House. This will be interesting, they both thought to themselves.