The morning after, Cameron went directly to Wilson's office.

- Have you got the results? - Her expression was worried and she looked tired. After the thrill of the kiss and the sample, she had started again to worry about House's health and she had kept waking up all the night.

- Everything is OK, I was going to call you right now. He hasn't any kind of tumor, I'm positive.

Cameron let out a relieved sigh.

- Have you told him?

- No, I have seen the results just now. I think you should tell him – Wilson threw her a look and smiled mischievously.

Cameron looked at him and smiled back. She felt so relieved... But...

- But then, what is wrong with him? Why did he thought that he could have a tumor?

- I don't know. He even doesn't want to tell me the symptoms. I think he is afraid I will tell him it is the Vicodin.

- And do you think it could be?

- After 5 years of taking only God knows how many pills a day? Of course it can be. Maybe it is not the cause of what it is happening to him now, whatever it is, but sooner or later the Vicodin will make him pay.

- So, now, what is the plan?

- The plan – Wilson was smiling again- is to tell me how did you get the blood sample yesterday.

Cameron got up and smiled:

- Just playing his game. - And with that, she left.

When she arrived at the conference room it was seven thirty, so there was still nobody. At first, the three arrived early, but then Chase and Foreman had decided that if House arrived later they will do it too. Cameron had decided not to, because she had found out that it was less stressful to start the day knowing that she could have some calm for at least half an hour. As everyday, she start making the coffee, but she turned around when she heard someone opening the door.

- No kisses before coffee, please. - House looked at her, saw something in her eyes that made his expression more playful. - I know it will be difficult, but try to stop yourself – He limped towards the coffee pot, stopping maybe just a little too near of Cameron.

House here at 7:30? And almost smiling?And all that while he thinks he can have a tumour?

- The tests are OK. Wilson have checked them. There is no tumour.

- I know, little grasshopper.

- Have you talked to Wilson?

- Nope.

- And then?

- Your face. And now that you are all happy knowing that I will have a long life, can we go on from where we left it yesterday? - He looked at her, feigning seriousness.

Cameron rolled her eyes and just gave him the coffee mug.

- You know, little Cameron, you can no longer pretend to be the Ice Queen. Ice Queens don't kiss like you. And, specially, don't let out moans like yours.

- I didn't moan – Cameron was turning red and felt shameful all of a sudden. Had she moaned?

- Yep, you did. Hot like this coffee...- House was enjoying having the upper hand again. She hadn't changed so much...

Cameron started to get angry... with herself. Why was she ashamed and speechless? Why was she letting him making her feel like a child? This was not what she wanted. She was not going to put up with this. She had played once and won, she could do it again.