1Anatomy of a House

written by lasloneitaliana

House/CSI fanfiction

Genre: Mystery, Suspense, Romance, Comedy

Letter from author: I am so happy to finally get this going. It is a great honor to have everyone reading my stories. Also, I would like to thank InusDarkAngel, my friend since 7th grade, because she helped me formulate some wacky ideas. We brainstormed together. Thank you InusDarkAngel!

-lasloneitaliana

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or House. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfictions.

Thank you so much for all of the reviews. I greatly appreciate them! I will not tell if I am a Cameron or House shipper or a Grissom/Sara shipper...it will keep you guessing.

"Cameron...Cameron!" House called after the young doctor, but she showed no signs of slowing down. Grabbing her by the arm and slinging her around, she bumped against his chest and caught him off guard.

"What!" she said a bit to loudly. Passerbys glanced their way.

"I don't want to listen to your rash comments, your vivid and hateful descriptions of why I'm so angry-" House cupped a hand over her mouth.

"Will you just shut the hell up for a minute? Women." Cameron ended this snickering comment with a sharp smack across his stubbly cheek. House didn't respond.

"You know, this relationship is never going to work out if you continue with this abusive behavior." With that he took another swig of his water bottle and headed off to his office. In turn, Cameron took after him.

"Walking away from your problems, it's only going to get more complicated between us!" she said angrily as she entered his office. House stood at his window, overlooking the darkening clouds in the distance.

"House, you're never going to solve your problems. You're just going to fail your way up, and break everyone apart."

"Break us apart you mean. Well if you haven't noticed, there is no 'us!' There's just me and...well, Wilson, and he doesn't count.. And I don't need you for anything!" House snapped back so fast and violently that Cameron seemed fixed on her spot. Tears welled in her eyes and she fought them back.

"Well, if you ever need anything, I will be here for you."

Cameron silently opened the door and decided it was only best to leave him be.

Suddenly, a grinding pain centralized in House's abdomen. It ground harder and made him grit his teeth. Ignoring this would be no option. Pulling out his bottle of Vicodin, his hands became so shaky that he couldn't even pop the lid open. "Uh..." he sighed.

His vision blurred and his sights began to swim before his eyes.

"Ca...Cam...I think I'm hallucina..." Cameron was now nothing but a memory that had stood upon his door and begged for him to confront his feelings about, whatever...

The pain was throbbing now, like a scorpion in his belly. For House did not know, that the scorpion pain he had felt, had not leased his sting, a pain that would bring even the great and stubborn doctor House to his very knees.

Gregory House slumped back into his comfortable, sweat on his brow and his entire body.

What the hell was that?

He was thinking for once silently to himself, wonder what on earth could have caused him that much pain. Just as he was about to reach for his medicine bottle once more, Eric Foreman walked through the door.

"House, what is going on around here? We have a patient that is on the verge of death and Cameron is pissed off. Probably at you!" House was breathing heavily as if he'd just climbed a flight of stairs.

"Everything sounds normal to me."

"House, can't you just...Be nice to her?" It sounded like he was pleading. House used his cane to help him up off the chair. "Can't she stop being a pain in the-"

Another pain gripped at his abdomen and made House lose his breath. "Never mind." He hobbled out of the office as fast as he could, knowing that something screwy was going on with him. He never got sick, except for that cold one time, but usually he never got sick like this.

As he entered the room where usually, Cameron, Foreman, and Chase were all crowded around waiting for their assignment, he found it vacant. He examined the table, finding only a cell phone that looked as if it belonged to Cameron. It began chirping away and House had the sudden urge to see who was calling her during work. Why did he want to know so badly?

Was it a boyfriend?

A love interest?

He wanted to know, but as soon as he reached for it, another hand snatched it away and House stood back.

Allison Cameron shot him a glare and answered the phone.

"Hello!" her voice was sounding aggitated.

"Yes?...What are you talking about? When? Who? Who?...I don't know...I'll try...Talk to you later. Bye!" She hung up the phone and rubbed her eyes. "Who was that?"

"What?"

"Who?"

"It was a guy. Someone you don't know and don't need to be concerned about." Cameron walked out of the room, an extra step as she walked. Her mood had been a bit cheerful in her walk. Leaning on his cane with most of his weight, House glanced at the phone.

His fingers flew over the keys as fast as he could until coming to her previous call. Dialing it back he waited. It was a long distance call. As he waited for someone to answer, his heart beat faster and faster. Really, what was the matter with him?

Then a voice picked up and just as Gregory House was about to speak, it said, "Hi, you've reached Gregory Sanders. I'm not here right now, if this is urgent then you can reach me at the Las Vegas crime lab. Here comes the beep, hopefully you know what to do with it."

House snapped the phone shut and glanced through the glass doors at Allison Cameron who was speaking to a patient in a wheelchair. Thinking about the man she had talked to, he had a sudden feeling. A feeling that made his stomach ache slightly. There wasn't room for two Gregorys in here life.

Doing whatever he could to not question his feelings, House whispered, "Who Are You?"