A/N Okay, no reviews, which makes me sad. I know that the majority of fan readers like House/Cameron, and I do too. Please read and review.

The next morning, he gave her a ride to work, but the ride wasn't without a detour. They picked up two cups of coffee before going in. She thanked him again for the ride.

They didn't see each other that day at work, but he found her in her office the day after.

Noah stood in the doorway without making a sound. He watched her as she filled out some paperwork. Allison was biting her lip in concentration, and he let his eyes wander, taking in her white blouse, black vest and black pants. Her hair was tied back and flowed down her back.

He noticed the office didn't have many personal effects. There was a picture of her and her family, a clock that read 5:30, and her diploma on the wall. The flowers he had gotten her sat on her desk in a nice vase. He smiled, knowing that she would look up, see the flowers, and think of him.

After five minutes, he decided to make his presence known, "Hey, hey," he said softly. She looked up and smirked. "Are you free for dinner?"

"Yeah, I was just finishing up some paperwork," she replied.

"I know," Noah walked over and sat on the edge of her desk, "I've been here for about five minutes."

"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked, "Does it have to do with your 'people-watching' fetish?"

"No," he replied, "You're beautiful when you're working."

Cameron blushed, "Thanks."

"No need to thank me. It's a fact," he stood again, "Dinner?"

"Sure," she gathered her stuff and threw it into a black laptop case.

"My place okay?" He'd actually marinated two steaks, so he was hoping she'd say yes.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Are you cooking?" he nodded, and she smiled, amused.

"You don't think I can cook, do you?" Noah questioned. "Let me 'wow' you."

"Oh fine," she gave in, "I can always call for a pizza."

"You'll like it; trust me," Noah smiled, knowingly. No woman could resist a man that could cook.

They drove separately because their shifts started at different times the next day, so he couldn't give her a ride. When they arrived, Noah offered her a glass of wine while he prepared their 'feast'. She looked around the apartment after he refused to let her help.

"Is this your wife?" she asked, pointing to a picture of Noah and a brunette.

"Yeah," he smiled at the memory coming to the front of his mind, "We were in Utah skiing that year. She'd never gone skiing before, and we'd just fallen after I tried to hold her up."

"Don't have great balance, huh?" she smirked.

"Apparently," he answered. The steaks were in the oven by then, and he'd just finished with the bake potatoes, so he put them on the rack to cool. "Dinner will be ready soon."

"Smells good," Cameron walked back into the kitchen. She went to refill her glass of wine when she slipped on the small rug. The glass went flying into the air while she slammed into Noah. They both fell, and she landed on top of him.

"Why Allison! I didn't know you were so forward," he smirked while she blushed and smacked him lightly on the chest. Then, they realized how close they were. Noah leaned up, and she leaned down for their lips to me. He wrapped his arms around her as the kiss became more passionate. They'd been lost in their world for at least a minute when they were interrupted by the timer going off, signaling that the steaks were done.

She got up first, "I'm sorry. The carpet slipped."

"Damn wood floors," he smiled, "though I didn't really mind having you on top of me."

She blushed again before replying, "I guess that proves that you really don't have great balance."

"Rub it in, why don't you?" he smiled, taking their dinners out of the oven. They were cooked perfectly, and he put one on each plate with a baked potato.

They sat at the table, each enjoying the small feast.

"These are really good," said Cameron, "You definitely destroyed my doubts of your culinary skills. Where did you learn to cook?"

"My dad taught me and my brothers how to cook, saying that it was the best way to a woman's heart," he explained. Dinner didn't last long, and they soon adjourned to the couch. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure," she replied, looking at the large collection of DVDs that lined the shelf under his TV. "As long as I get to pick it."

"Be my guest."

Allison selected a romantic-comedy that had been bought by Noah's first wife. Cameron was surprised to find that he didn't complain about her choice of a chick flick and welcomed the thoughtfulness.

Noah put in the DVD, and they sat together on the couch with his arm around her shoulders as she leaned on his chest. He fell asleep first, his head drooping to rest on top of hers. She smiled and continued to watch the movie, but she too soon fell under the Sandman's spell.