1Chapter Three
Disclaimer: As always, House M.D. and its characters do not belong to me in anyway.
It seemed that he had just fallen asleep when he was awakened to the sound of his pager going off. Groggily he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the flashing gadget. It vibrating against the wood of the bedside table intensifying its sound. He rolled his eyes groaning loudly wanting to just pull his pillow over his head and ignore it until morning, but knew better. If it was the hospital informing him that he was needed to work on a new case Cuddy would be pissed that he ignored it. Reaching out he grabbed the small black pager, examining it. His eyes narrow slightly in confusion, Cameron's number flashing in his eyes. Quickly he shifted his eyes to his clock. It was after one in the morning so he knew there was no way in hell she was still at the hospital. That and he had sent her home early that day.
Sitting up in his bed he reached out now for his cell phone, quickly dialing the woman's number slightly nervous. What was wrong with her that she felt the need to contact him so late at night and wake him. Was she in some sort of trouble? If so why didn't she just call 911. After all it wasn't like he could run over to her apartment and save her. Not saying he wouldn't if he actually could.
It had surprised him that she answered on the first ring. "Hello? House?" Cameron said softly, her voice barely over a whisper. "I'm sorry I know that I-"
"What's wrong?" He cut her off. "You obviously know how late it is. What reasons do you have to wake me? Or have you completely lost your mind? And why are you whispering?"
"People are sleeping." She answered, gently biting her lower lip. She felt bad for waking House, but she was hungry and didn't want to be alone. He was the only one she could think of and the only one she had wanted to be with.
"You are concerned about waking people you don't know, but intentionally wake me?" He snorted "I can't be-"
"Could you let me in?"It was her turn to cut him off.
"What?" He asked, eyebrow raised in confusion. He threw his blanket off to the side and grabbed his cane."What do you mean?" He asked pulling himself to his feet. Slowly he limped out of his bedroom and down the hall.
"Let me in." She repeated softly. "It's kind of cold out here."
Approaching the door he looked into the peep hole and to his surprise Cameron was really standing outside on the other door looking quite cold. Quickly unlocking the door he pulled it open. "What are you doing?"
She smiled softly, looking up at him. Slowly she held up a small deli bag. "Hungry?"
He stepped off to the side allowing her in, his eyes never leaving her's."You are crazy." He said as she stepped into his house, removing her shoes at the door. "I know you didn't come all this way to see me with the hunch that I'm hungry."
She shrugged, silently looking around his apartment. Everything in it screamed Gregory House, not that there was much. His home was slightly on the simple side and needing a woman's touch. "I was hungry."
"See, this has nothing to do with me." He sighed limping after her. He watched as she lowered herself onto his leather sofa, crossing her legs and placing the bag on her lap. He stopped in front of her, silently peering down at her as she seemed to stare off in space. "Liar. You weren't hungry. You brought that as a peace offering. Why are you really here?"
Cameron looked up at him, eyes wide with amusement at being called a liar. "What are you talking about?"
House leaned for a bit, leaning on his cane for support as he leveled his eyes with her's. Reaching out with his free hand he gently brushed a finger against her cheek, his eyes never leaving her gaze. Slowly he stood up straight and looked down at his finger. "Looks like mustard." He said softly before lowering his finger down so she could see. His lips slowly curled into a small smile as he watched her cheeks turn a bright shade of red. "Hmm." He murmured now putting the finger to his lips.
Cameron blushed deeper as she watched House's lips encircled his finger. A soft whimper escaped her throat as her lips parted a bit. It was erotic the way he was suckling upon his finger and she had the feeling he was doing that on purpose. House was teasing her.
He looked down at her questioningly and shrugged a bit. "Well, what do you thing?" He asked. "It looks like mustard and taste like mustard, so it must be mustard, right? Well, I don't want to decide this on my own. I want to know what you think."
Cameron looked away from him, fidgeting with the bag in her lap. "So I already ate mine." She said softly. "I did plan on bringing it here it eat with you."
House sat down next to her, nodding. "I see, but you know it's a little early in the pregnancy to be having midnight cravings and by the look of the dark circles under your eyes you still haven't slept."
Cameron bit her lips, looking away as she felt House's eyes on once again. "So?" He said. "I sent you home early what the hell did you do all day? And what brings you here now?"
"I don't..." She said softly, turning to look back at House. "I don't like being alone."
House rolled his eyes shaking his head. "Starving yourself, not sleeping normally, and waking me up in the middle of the night with food was all apart of your plan, extremely unhealthy one at that, to get in my bed. You know, there is a better way to do that."
"What?" Cameron spat out, shocked. She hadn't deliberately not done what House had told her that afternoon. She spent most of her evening in the bathroom and the other half on the phone with her mother and now he was accusing her of trying to get in his bed?! Sure finding away to get into not only his bed but his pants sounded nice, but she wouldn't harm herself just get to that.
She watched, eyes wide as House got to his feet. "Ask next time." He said holding his hand out for her. "Can't say no to having a pretty lady in my bed. Without having to pay them too at that."
Cameron sighed, rolling her eyes, but took his hand none the less. "But your Ruben." She said softly as he helped her to his feet.
House took the bag and placed it on the coffee table. "I don't eat after nine. I'll get fat."
"House!" Cameron spat, pushing him softly, laughing.
He smiled softly. "Come on."
TBC...
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay in updating. I had wanted to add Chapter Three about two days ago but my cousin closed Microsoft Word without saving my document so I had to start over. This chapter isn't exactly how I wanted because of what happened and not being able to remember things exactly how I had them before. Also I wanted to thank you all for reading and reviewing for me. It means a lot. Please send me more wonderful reviews.
