"You're avoiding me," he mumbled as he made his way into the conference room.

"Why would I be avoiding you?" She responded, refusing to lift her eyes from the file she suddenly found very interesting. Cameron clenched her fists beneath the table, willing her heart to slow its pace.

She was avoiding him.

She had been ever since that horrific mistake they'd made in that storage closet the week before. Even now she couldn't will herself to go in there for supplies. The images and memories that flashed through her mind were too much for her, forcing her to walk to the other end of the hospital to retrieve what she needed. It was ridiculous.

"We can do it again, you know," House mumbled, a devilish smile crossing his face.

Don't respond, she thought to herself. Don't give him that power over you.

And yet she could not hide the rush of blood that filled her face, which only darkened as House laughed wickedly.

He opened his mouth to further antagonize her, but was stopped when Foreman clamored into the room.

"What's got your panties in a twist, homie?" He murmured as he turned to his white board, erasing the information from their previous patient.

"New case," Foreman began, but stopped as the air of gloom and doom hit him. He could literally feel the tension in the air.

"Are you guys alright?" He stammered, glancing at Cameron's bright red face.

"We're peachy, just planning our next secret rendezvous. Cameron prefers storage closets, but I'm leaning more towards an exam room. You know, to piss off Cuddy and all." He smirked at the even redder Cameron, but she refused to acknowledge him. With great effort, she managed an annoyed sigh.

Foreman rolled his eyes at what he assumed was just House being House.

"Can we focus on the case or what?" He mumbled, throwing the file on the table. Cameron let out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. Foreman didn't believe him. Maybe she wouldn't have to quit this job and go into hiding…

House just pouted, clearly not wanting to end Cameron's torment, but he couldn't stop himself once he saw the file.

The case was surprisingly interesting and, much to Cameron's relief, was able to hold his attention for the rest of the day. She had managed to avoid him by running off to the labs constantly and now it was finally time for her to get off. She knew that if she hurried she might be able to escape without having to speak to him. Gathering her things, she swung around, preparing to rush out the door.

The impact caused a slight thud as she slammed into him, knocking him to the ground.

"What the hell, Cameron," House growled from where he sat on the conference floor, his folders scattered throughout the room.

Crap.

"Sorry," she murmured, dropping to her knees to help gather the folders. He made no move to help her. He just watched her intently, smiling at the blush crawling across her face.

"Why the rush? Got a date?" He smirked as she shoved his folders into his hands.

"Good night, House," She stammered, pulling herself to her feet. She started to head out, but stopped when he grabbed her leg.

"You're really going to leave me sitting here?" He asked with a serious face.

"You'll be fine," She tried to shake his hand off her leg, ignoring the sudden warm feeling she felt on the skin beneath his hand. She remembered this exact feeling of warmth from that day in the storage closet…

No. Stop that. Not now.

He shot her an uncharacteristically adorable puppy dog face and she had to fight a smile. Stop letting him manipulate you. The warm feeling was slowly spreading throughout her body.

"Come on, I don't even have my cane."

"Yes you do. It's right next to you." She growled in agitation as he picked his cane up and chucked it across the room.

"Liar. I see no cane." She could feel the warmth creeping up her arms, across her neck.

"Fine!" She accepted her defeat with an eye roll and an angry sigh as she offered him her hand. He took it happily, pulling himself up and standing before her.

Standing two inches before her, his face dangerously close to hers.

Oh no. Step back, Alison. Step back. The warm feeling was everywhere now and was growing hotter. Her eyes trailed to his lips, which were so close. Too close. She felt his hand slowly rest on her hip, pulling her even closer. Her brain kept telling her body to step away, to not touch him, but her body didn't seem to hear.

Despite herself, her hands now rested on his stomach, slowly unbuttoning a button. Her eyes traveled up to his, and her breath caught at the sight of his intensely deep blue eyes.

Eyes that never left hers.

In that moment, all of their bickering and embarrassments vanished. She was powerless to stop herself as her lips inched closer to his, closing the gap between them. His hand went up to her face, brushing back her hair as she kissed him. She felt the same heat and electricity she had felt in the storage closet, and she knew she'd lose control soon.

But they couldn't here. They were still standing in the conference room, glass walls showing them to any viewer who happened to walk by. She seemed to realize this first, as she was the one who pulled away. He looked at her, confusion quickly being replaced by annoyance at the abrupt and unsatisfying end. She leaned forward and whispered softly into his ear,

"Follow me."

The wicked smile returned to his face as she slipped out of the conference room. He limped quickly, swooping up his cane as he followed after her.

And thus began their routine.

An unspoken agreement was formed after that second time as they snuck out of one of the clinic's many exam rooms.

Cameron knew they would never work in a relationship. She hated to admit it, but she had given up her childish dreams of changing him. Besides, she couldn't even imagine the harassment and sideways glances she'd receive if word got out. She was not interested in causing that much drama.

And they both knew House had no interest in any real commitment to her. They both knew he would end up ruining it and it would end badly for the both of them. She would probably have to get a new job at a new hospital, and no one would treat them the same again.

So they didn't form a relationship.

They formed a routine.

During the day, they would go about their jobs as they usually do. Cameron would get lab results, House would play his game boy. House would be a jerk; Cameron would try to keep everyone from killing each other.

And Foreman and Chase never suspected a thing. They never saw the secretive glances the two would share or the way they would casually touch one another.

They hardly noticed when House would page just Cameron. They hardly noticed just how long it took her to do simple errands for him. They hardly noticed the glow around her after she had finished these errands.

They did, however, notice the extra work House put on her. He loaded the majority of the work on her, forcing her to get histories, monitor patients, and sent her down to the lab constantly. He also began assigning her to do his clinic hours, much to Chase's delight.

They never realized that House would be waiting in an empty room for her down in the clinic.

And so they spent their days as if nothing had changed between them, as if their secret affair had never begun.

Their nights, however, were a completely different story.

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