3 days later..

House walks into his office at the PPTH and slumps down in his chair. He grabs his infamous grey and red ball and tosses it against the wall, catching it with the end of his cane.

"41..42..43..44.." he counts as Chase barges into House's office.

"Where is she?" Chase asked almost worried, but strongly.

"You're..flouncy? No idea" House said as he continued tossing his ball, and catching it.

"House, we broke up" Chase snapped back

"We're talking about Cameron?" House asks, then shrugs his shoulders "Doesn't mean she still can't be your flouncy"

"No one has seen her in 3 days. Cuddy says shes not answering her home phone or cell, and I've tried going over there, no answer" Chase pleaded.

"And your telling me this..because you think I'm some kind of secret service detective?" House said bitter-sweetly as he continued with tossing his ball

"45..46" House counted, before Chase walked in front of him, knocking the ball down "House" Chase said seriously

House glares at Chase "Do you realize what you just did you idiot? I was 4 away from my all time record. Next time I'll be using your little wombat head as the ball" House said sarcastically and bitterly.

"Don't you give a damn about Cameron?" Chase asked firmly

House puffs up his cheeks with air, acting like his was thinking, then releases the air and winces. "Nope. Now move, unless you want this ball to hit you in the naughty place"

Chase looked at him almost repulsed. "Good to know you care more about that damn ball of yours than Cameron's well being" He said angrily as he left.

"Looks like some one woke up on the wrong side of the den this morning!" House called out to Chase as he left.

House tossed his ball up in the air and caught it, gazing at the wall. He didn't want it to be known that he did care about Cameron, more than anyone knew for that matter. He was interested, Cameron missing for 3 days? Not like her…he thought as he stood with help from his cane and limped over to his coat rack. He slipped his jacket on and left the hospital, he was too engrossed on the idea of Cameron being missing, to care about work. He popped a vicodin, hopped on his bike and rode to her apartment. As he pulled up and went up to her apartment room, he took in deep notice of everything. He remembered it all so clearly from the last time he had been here, almost begging for her to return to work, something he thought he'd never do.

He debated weather or not he should do this, what if it was something he'd regret finding out, but then again, he had to know. He needed to know.

He knocked on her apartment door and waited for a response. After a moment of silence he repeated his actions, this time with words. "Cameron, open the door"

Cameron had been sitting on her bed, where she had been for the past 3 days. She had ignored his knocks, but when she heard the familiar voice, part of her almost felt relieved, relieved that it wasn't someone else, someone like David. She slowly stood and walked over to the door, debating on opening it.

House waits and becomes agitated, he knew Cameron was here, he knew because her spare key wasn't under the mat, she only left it under the mat when she left the apartment. "Cameron, open up. I've got hot, juicy hospital gossip" he said mordantly

Cameron finally opens the door to her apartment slowly letting his tall figure appear.

House looked at her as she opened the door, she looked awful. Oil build up in her messy pony-tailed hair, dark circules under her eyes with cheep make-up trying to cover it, and a smell that could tell him she hadn't showered in 2..no 3 days. But under all of that, she still glowed with radiance.

"Interesting…You answer for me, but not Chase" House said curiously

"I didn't know Chase came here.." Cameron spoke the words ever so softly, for the first time in 3 days. Cameron watched as House took in her every word, every movement. There was a few moments of pause before she spoke again. "What do you want?" She asked cautiously.

House held both hands on his cane as he leaned against the wall. "You haven't been to work in 3 days" He stated. "I wanted to know why"

"I no longer work for you…and it's none of you business" Cameron quipped.

House watched her curiously "Well then.." he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just here for a drink" He said as her slipped pass her, into her apartment. "Kind of a long ride back to the hospital, need to be refreshed" House joked sarcastically.

Cameron watched as he moved into her apartment with no hesitation, like he owned the place. Which didn't please her, but she wasn't about to stop him, god no, she was too afraid.

"I'm really not in the mood for company House, so you can leave" She said in her best hard-ass voice.

"Drop the hard-ass act Cammy, we all know your as soft as fluff" House said sarcastically, he wasn't about to leave anytime soon.

Cameron sighs and walks into the kitchen, giving into him, which she normally would never do. House took keen notice of this, as he observed her every move.

"I know you probably don't have beer, being female and all so- -" House was quickly cut of by Cameron. "Bud or O'Doul's" Cameron asked with no hesitation, starring into her fridge.

House eyes widen as he watched her, shocked that she had not one, but two different kinds of beers. He had always placed Cameron to be the wine type.

"O'Doul's is for wusses, Bud" House said stated. He took in every bit of information he could. He noticed that her fridge was just about empty, as his mind started turning with thought. Cameron cares about her weight, she wouldn't be ordering take-out every night, which means shes been cooking every meal for herself, explains the empty fridge, means shes been locked in her apartment. She couldn't have been having someone come to her apartment each day, because if so, then she would have showered, or atleast washed her hair.

"So…whens the last time you left this place?" House asked curiously but simply.

"So what is it?" Cameron asked, ignoring his previous request.

"What's what?" House asked.

"The gossip. I assume that's what you came here to tell me, why else would you be in my apartment?" Cameron asked rhetorically.

"Eh, I just wanted to visit an old friend" House joked sarcastically and walked into her other room, plopping down on the couch and flicking on the TV.

Cameron watched him from the kitchen. There had to be a reason he was here, and she was going to find out, she had the same determination he did, as she walked into the other room.

"You don't have friends" She stated bitterly.

"That hurt" He said, flicking through the channels. "Jeeze Cameron, no cable? I thought you would have learned by now"

"I can live without cable, its not my life….unlike others" Cameron quipped and watched, as she stood to the side of him while he sat on the couch, instead of standing in front of him as she usually would.

"Why are you here House? Your obviously not here to see me, so theres only 3 other options. A- You're here to see my place, B- You're here to see if I've had, or if someone is here, or C- You want beer. You've gotten all 3, but yet you still here?" Cameron stated out.

"Hmm I'll take option D" House said, sipping his beer and watching the TV.

"There is no option D" Cameron said coldly

"Jeeze, what's got your panties in a twist" House said sarcastically.

Cameron folds her arms across her chest. "Leave House"

House turned his head and watched her closely. He took notice how shes doing small things that she had always done differently now. Like the way she stood to the side of him, the way she gave into him when he walked into her apartment, the defensive attitude, and the way she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you do that" House said in a low curious tone.

"Do what?" Cameron asked defensively.

House gestured at her arms with his head "Fold your arms like that, you never do that" he looks up at her "You always put them on your hips.." He pauses and lowers his voice, a more curious tone, like he knows whats going on

"You trying to hide something? You insecure about something…insecure about me?" He asked curiously.

Cameron knew House was close to figuring it out, she didn't want to do any more of this, she put her arms down and lowered her voice. "No, leave"

House watched her very closely, reading her silently. He lowered his eye brows curiously and almost smirked. "You've been locked in your apartment for 3 days and haven't showered or moved…what's going on?" He asked.