Arrrgyle: I had to go back to see if I stabbed Wilson; I didn't. Swoo! (wiping forehead)

NiteWolfMoon: Thanks again for your input. I hope this is a little better. I am now making outlines for my chapters.

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CHAPTER THREE

Cameron cursed herself when she realized she hadn't deleted House's cell phone number, although she had programmed it into her own cell phone.

"Forks, Washington. Who the heck is in Washington State?" Foreman asked befuddled as he sat at the computer checking out the number. "Let's just see what this number belongs to."

Before he could do the search on the number, Cameron said, "I'm going to go get blood work on Wilson." She quickly and sneakily headed for the door.

Chase was one step ahead of her and blocked her exit. "Cameron, don't you have something to tell us?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"Nope."

Chase looked at Foreman and said, "Everyone lies, right?"

Foreman nodded before he said, "Okay, it's time for some House interrogation tricks." Foreman gently yet forcibly took Cameron's shoulders and led her to a chair by the table.

"Alright, Dr. Cameron, spill it," Chase ordered.

"That's all you've got? I'm skerrid," she snickered.

"Look, if this has anything to do with Wilson, we need to know," Chase said.

The time from the door to the table gave her time to think. "It was a patient Wilson had a while ago and I was just following up on them."

"It was after midnight when you called them," Foreman accused.

"I got the hour difference messed up," she answered confidently.

"Why would you check up on one of Wilson's patients? He's an oncologist," Foreman started.

"Really? I thought he was an anthropologist," Cameron snarked.

"Oh, she's definitely hiding something," Chase stated.

Just then, Cuddy came into the room. "Kutner, Taub and Thirteen volunteered for clinic duty. I thought it a good idea if you continued—" When she saw Cameron sitting stiff and Chase bent over her, she asked what was going on.

"Our lovely Dr. Cameron here knows something and she isn't telling us," Foreman said.

"Why should I? It's really none of their business," Cameron told Cuddy.

"Whether it is or not, I don't care. Wilson just got out of surgery," she said as she sat in one of the chairs. "What did you guys come up with?"

"The only thing we can confirm is that he does not have Microangiopathic hemolytic anemia," Chase sighed as he stood, but remained at Cameron's side. "How is he doing?"

"The doctor found no Ulcerative colitis, but his liver is enlarged," she told them.

"Is he awake?" Cameron asked a little too quickly, hiding her impatience.

"No," Cuddy answered. "But when the anesthesiologist first woke him, he mumbled that he wanted to see . . . House again."

Cameron fought her hardest not to show any reaction. So, he has seen House, not just talked to him she surmised. That's where Wilson went on vacation . . .

~~ * ~~

Back in Forks, Carlisle and House were on the third floor of the cabin searching for any possible condition Wilson may have. The others were making the biggest ruckus in the living room putting up the decorations and lights and ornaments on the Christmas tree.

"God," House huffed as he leaned back in his chair. "Think they could be a little more excited about—"

"Greg, stop it, will you," Esme fussed from downstairs. "You hid out in your cabin last Christmas."

"And I wish I were in my own cabin now," House muttered.

"Have you two found anything on Dr. Wilson?" Esme said as she now stood in the door frame of Tanya's bedroom.

Carlisle went to Esme and kissed her cheek. "No," he said disappointedly. "Do you need help downstairs?"

Esme shook her head. "The kids are almost done."

"I was wondering: In place of candy canes on a tree, do we vampires hang squirrels if we get the munchies in the middle of the night?" House asked.

Esme flinched at the thought, but Carlisle laughed. "Actually, we did try that one year, but they destroyed the living room," Esme said seriously, but her eyes were light.

While they were laughing, House's cell phone rang. Putting the phone to his ear, he answered, "Sorry, Santa's elves have run out of toys—"

"House."

When he heard Cameron's voice, his face grew solemn. "Hey, what's going on with Wilson?"

Carlisle and Esme looked at the other and quietly let House alone.

It didn't take Cameron long to give him the latest on Wilson's condition.

"Hmm, what time is it?" he asked her.

It was just after ten in the morning.

"House, I don't want to tell you this, but . . ."

While she was talking, House went to the window and banged his forehead on the cold glass panel. Closing his eyes, he took in what she said.

Sighing, he told her, "Okay, I'll get back with you."

~~ * ~~

Downstairs in the living room, Edward went to Carlisle and told him, "We have a little dilemma."

Carlisle shook his head but smiled. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

A few minutes later, Bella was upstairs in the spare bedroom repacking what she had only unpacked hours earlier.

"Edward, I'm not happy about this," Bella complained. "I need a break from school."

"I know, love. Neither am I," he agreed as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Placing his lips close to her ear, he whispered playfully, "How will I ever repay you?"

Turning around in his arms, she placed her hands on his cheeks lovingly and replied, "I can think of a few things."

~~ * ~~

"Carlisle, I'm not happy about this," House whined, repeating the same words as Bella.

"We know how important Dr. Wilson is to you, but if we can't keep a handle on you—" Carlisle started.

House turned to him sharply. "'Keep a handle on me?'" he asked angrily.

"I . . . didn't mean it quite like that," Carlisle reiterated. "Greg, like I've said, we've all gone our own ways to find ourselves . . ." He crooked his fingers in quotes at the last two words. "You aren't exactly easy to figure out sometimes and much harder to keep a track of."

Calming down, House asked, "Isn't that what you have Alice for?"

Carlisle smiled. "Exactly. Derek and Abigail agreed to have you, Bella and Edward stay with them while you treat Dr. Wilson. Think you can behave yourself?"

House snickered. "Ask Alice."

"True enough. Now go pack. The plane leaves at 5:50 tonight for Newark, New Jersey."

"Damn. I'll miss the Christmas tree lighting ceremony," House said as he turned away.

"Don't worry. It's gets dark here at three now. We'll have it early just for you," Carlisle laughed as he followed House.

"Oh, goody."