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This next one is a bit angsty, but I promise in the next few chapters, it will be a little more uplifting, and if you have any suggestions, feel free!

Chapter 2

Allison Cameron was not a very high maintenance woman. All she wanted was to love someone, and have someone love her. She was usually very content and didn't wear her heart on her sleeve for the most part. Well, at least she didn't wear her heart on her sleeve while she was at work, but right now, she was in the privacy of her home, and she didn't have anyone to hide from.

It had been almost a week since House had left her apartment. Just like House always did, he pretended that nothing had happened, and went on insulting her like he always did. Little did he know that he was slowly pushing her to the brink of depression. She was sat upon her windowsill, a half empty bottle of vodka in her hand. She wasn't drunk, she wouldn't let herself do that. She had work the next morning, and the last time she'd gone to work slightly inebriated, it hadn't ended well. She didn't want House breathing down her neck, or anyone else for that matter.

She heard a knock on her door, that unmistakable sound of wood against wood. It was House. She didn't answer it, she didn't want to see him. He knocked again, and she still didn't answer it. A few moments passed, and she didn't hear anything, but a few minutes later, she heard something being put into her lock. She turned around, and there was House, standing there, staring at her.

"Planning a panty raid?" Cameron asked, not surprised that he'd broken into her home.

"I saw you in the window, I knew you were here. I figured if you weren't going to answer the door then I should find another way in, figures you keep a key under the mat, how cliché."

"Go away House," she said with a sigh, and pressed her head against the glass window. He looked at the bottle in her hand and felt a slight pang of guilt. It went away quickly.

"You seem distracted at work, I wanted to know why you're being so hormonal all the time."

Cameron turned to him and had a look of pure disbelief. "You're kidding, right?" she asked him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. His face was blank, and couldn't be more serious.

"Does this look like a joking face?" he asked her as he gestured to his face with his cane.

The petite brunette laughed a little and then shook her head. "You want to know why I'm being so "hormonal"?" she asked, putting the word hormonal in air quotations. House just nodded and then Cameron stood up. "You are the reason I'm being so hormonal!" No change in House's face. It was like none of the words she said had any kind of effect on him. "You come to lunch with me last week, let me pick the place and everything, you got my hopes up, I thought maybe you were interested again, and then I find out that all you wanted to do was figure out the next piece of my puzzle. Then you ignored me for a week and now you're here asking me what's wrong with me. YOU are what's wrong with me, House. You."

"You didn't have to answer me. I asked you about your childhood and you openly told me about it. You can't blame me for how you're feeling because you brought yourself upon it."

Cameron's eyes widened. "And you think that if I'd told you no, you would have just said okay and then let it go? No, you would have poked and prodded until you got what you wanted. You always get what you want, House. It doesn't matter who or what is in your way, you even get around the law. I don't know what makes you so damned special but it sure as hell doesn't give you any right to break into my apartment and tell me that I brought this upon myself!"

A sigh escaped the diagnostician's lips as he pondered what to say next. He felt his leg start to throb with pain, it didn't go unnoticed by her. She sighed and then guided him to the couch. No matter how much she told herself that she hated him, she knew that she never would. She knew that he would always hold a special piece of her heart for him.

He followed her guidance and sat down on the couch. He looked at her with questioning eyes, and then let out a small groan as she started to message his thigh. He could smell her strawberry shampoo, and her usual perfume. He wanted to deny that he liked this, but his feelings overcame his pride for once.

Cameron, on the other hand, was completely surprised that he was letting her do this. She knew his thigh was an extremely sensitive subject, even if he made jokes about being a cripple. It was what damaged him. It was a piece to his puzzle that everyone knew about. Maybe that's why he liked figuring out puzzles, because his own was so obvious that he wanted to know what other people's were like.

She kept messaging his leg for a while. It had gone on for a good twenty minutes before he finally stopped her, just by putting one of his hands over hers. He gave her a nod of thanks and she took the hint. She sat next to him and sighed. "I don't want you to figure me out anymore."

"I have to, it's who I am. Besides, if I didn't figure you out, who would I have left? The wombat doesn't have anything to figure out, and Foreman isn't interesting."

"What about Wilson?"

"I figured him out a long time ago. He's given up by now and just tells me everything that's going on."

Cameron sighed and then tucked her legs up to her chin. House looked over and couldn't help but think how cute it was. He was trying to push these thoughts out of his mind, but somehow he kept finding her more and more attractive each minute that passed by. He wanted to hold her in his arms and…no, no he didn't. She was his subordinate, neither of them could do that, that would just be unethical.

Then again, since when did he ever follow ethics? Screw it, he thought. I'll just have to forget about it for now.

"Work tomorrow, don't be late, and don't be hung over either. I don't need another one of those days where I have jittery Cameron making idiot diagnosis'."

"How can you even know if I'm late or not, you're always the last one to the office," she said, challenging him.

"Because I have the wombat and the car thief to tell me if you weren't there when they got there," he said in a "duh" tone. Cameron rolled her eyes and then flashed him a small smile, which seemed to make his heart do something funny. Get out, get out! his mind screamed, and he walked out of the small apartment, shutting the door behind him.

Cameron smirked a bit as she watched him leave. "I'm not going to let him figure me out," she said to no one in particular. She then retreated to her bedroom and put on her pajamas, which consisted of a tanktop and a pair of baggy sweatpants. She wondered what House would think of her if he saw her in them. Would he think she was cute? Oh, of course not, House doesn't do "cute". She took a swig of her vodka.

"I'm going to figure her out sooner or later," House said to Wilson as he sat down on his couch and ate the small cherry tomato that he'd stolen from his friend's salad.

"Why do you need to figure her out?" asked Wilson.

"Because, I just do."

"Because you just do… really good answer, House, your best yet."

"I try."

"Listen, are you sure you're not doing this because you have feelings for her? Because you know-"

"Yeah yeah Jimmy, I know, you tell me the same thing every time, and every time I tell you that I don't have feelings for her. Leave it alone."

"Okay…I'll save it for next time then," he said wit ha small smirk. House rolled his eyes, then got up and left. He sat in his office with his feet up on his desk and tossed his ball in the air. Did he really have feelings for his littlest duckling? Hmm, yet another puzzle to piece together, he thought with a smirk on his face.

TBC……..

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