House rifled through his post as Foreman and Chase and Wilson were talking.
'Why are you looking so smug?' asked Chase suspiciously to Cameron as she strolled in through the door. They had a right to be suspicious, for Wilson had told them that House had arrived late from the hospital instead of trying to sneak off early. He wasn't even as abusive to them as they entered (he was unusually early, which was also very suspicious.)
Today he was more in a kind of - thoughtful mood. To top that off they though Cameron, who had also arrived late that day, was with him last.
Wilson looked over to House with a surprise as he saw him staring a letter…with…was it really….amusement - but also with annoyance.
'What's that,' he said loudly, so that everyone's attention was on him.
'Just a bill,' he replied, still looking at the letter, his face now unreadable. He tore his gaze away from it as he put it in his desk draw.
'Since when did you keep your bills,' asked Chase, curiously. Cameron looked nervously at House as he limped up to the whiteboard.
'Since when did you ask the questions?' he fired at Chase. 'How's the patient?' he asked, turning to Foreman. House glanced at Cameron for a split second, and she was sure he gave her a faint glare, which reassured her that he had got the message.
'He seems to be alright so far, we haven't seen any change,' commented Chase.
'Did I ask you?' House said turning to Chase. 'Go with Cameron and find out if anything funny has happened to him apart from crashing his car.' He turned to Foreman as he continued.
'You can come with me to search his house,' he told them. He limped to the door then turned around.
'Well, what're you waiting for?' Chase whisked out of the door, but Cameron walked up to House and asked quietly, 'can I have a quick word?'
House followed her out of the room into the corridor as she shooed Chase away down the corridor telling him she wouldn't be long.
'Did you get it?' she asked anxiously, turning to face him.
'Yeah, you never give up, do ya?' He turned to Foreman.
'Oy, Foreman, over here.' He said, beckoning Foreman as he started to limp down the corridor leaving Cameron with a hurt look on her face.
'I won't give up you know!' she called after him before whisking off after Chase. House caught Foreman looking oddly at him.
'What?'
Patient's house
'Doesn't seem to be anything here,' commented Foreman to House as he closed as desk drawer.
'If you were a driving instructor, where would you put your stuff?' House asked him thoughtfully. 'In my car probably.'
'Exactly, he's probably got a second car.' Said House, and he made his way to the garage. As they walked into his garage Foreman hit House with an unexpected question.
'What happened with Cameron last night - and what was she talking about?'
'Nothing,' said House a little too quickly 'now can you shut up and open this car up.'
But House knew perfectly well what had happened last night.
Cameron had cornered him, and nearly kissed him. He had so desperately wanted to kiss her, but this was wrong. He was twice her age, and rude and abrasive.
He had managed to rip himself out of her arms (quite a feat for someone who has a cane and a badly damaged leg) and limped quickly down the corridor to his office.
He didn't deserve her. But Cameron had out-run him and had tried to talk to him, but he had managed to get into his office without conversation or Cameron getting in.
He locked the door and sat down and had turned on TV as he thought about it. He didn't really know his feelings for her – well he liked her, but how much? He knew he couldn't keep denying it, but he was falling in love. (And he had to admit, she really did have a nice arse).
'Maybe she is right', House thought, 'maybe I am hiding away. Naaa,' he thought to himself, 'it's none of her business, and it won't change anything.' He switched his mind back to the TV.
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In less than a minute Foreman had the car door open before them.
House stuck his head in and peered inside. He came out a few seconds later bearing a cylinder pot of pills.
'Bingo,' he said, examining them. 'Cheap, tomato-flavored pills!'
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'What was that about?' asked Chase as Cameron caught up with him. 'Oh, nothing really.' Chase looked at her, not convinced. Before Chase could say or ask anything, she had disappeared off to the patient records room.
House limped into the room with foreman. 'Well?' he asked.
'New pills!' said Chase half sarcastically, half curious.
'No, found this in the car-crashing moron's home,' he said as he limped over to the whiteboard.
'Well, are you going to tell me?' he asked, fixing Chase with a patronizing stare with his piercing sky-blue eyes.
'We looked through his files and apparently he did something to his back while he was driving a week or so ago,' answered Chase.
House turned around and wrote 'injury to back disorganizing leg control?' on the board.
He turned round again and spotted Cameron flicking through the yellow pages on her lap. He strolled over to Cameron and thwacked his stick on the page she was reading. She jumped.
'Oh, I'm so sorry if you're doing something but I'm trying to do something here if you don't mind,' he said sarcastically.
'Oh, sorry, I was just looking for a piano teacher,' she said apologetically. 'You're looking for someone to teach you the piano,' said House, nonplussed, taking his walking stick off the page. 'Yeah, I thought I might have a go,' she said.
'If you're looking for more Elvis songs then that's just pathetic,' he commented annoyingly as he limped back to the whiteboard.
'Chase, go with Foreman and give the patient an MRI - I don't care what Cuddy says.'
He turned and looked towards Cameron. 'And I want a word with you - business,' he added on as he saw Chase's and Foreman's excited curious looks.
'Well, go on, shoo!' Foreman and chase hurried out of the door. House limped over to his desk. 'What are you doing?' she asked curiously as she followed him, leaving the yellow pages on the table.
'You got some post today,' he said, throwing her a letter from his desk. 'Why's it open?' she asked suspiciously as she opened up the letter.
'Couldn't resist,' answered House, smirking a little, pointing to the door, indicating Chase and Foreman behind it.
'Oh, I've got a piano teachers number for you if you want it,' he said, shifting nervously on the spot as Cameron read the letter. She looked up at him frowning a little. 'Is this only for the money?'
'I'll raise it to 150 and a weeks worth of clinic duty, what do ya think?' he asked with a small smile, ignoring her question.
'150 then, with the clinic duty, but I'll win, believe me, nobody's beaten me yet,' she answered confidently.
'That's cause you've never done a bet!' answered House as he searched through his desk drawers.
'Here it is.' He handed Cameron a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
'It's the number for the piano teacher – and by the way, only call him in the evenings, and don't leave messages - it just pisses him off.'
He swiftly walked out of the room. Cameron slipped the letter and phone number on her pocket, and walked out of the room happily herself.
It was nice to see him smile; she had never really seen him smile. Maybe he did like her. Or was he just doing it for the money?
Foreman and Chase had been listening, their ears pressed to the door.
'Why's she having a bet with House?' asked a surprised Chase quietly to Foreman.
Suddenly they heard footsteps as House approached the door. They unstuck their ears quickly and did a quick sprint from the door as House came through.
'Did anyone tell you it was rude to listen to other peoples conversations?' asked House as he passed them.
'How'd you know it was us?' asked Foreman.
'You're walking the wrong way up the corridor,' he said as he headed into Cuddy's office.
'What was that about?' asked Chase as she caught up with them.
'Nothing,' she said, but her smile gave it away.
Chase and Foreman stared her down. 'Well, ok, we had a bet.'
'What about?' asked Foreman.
They passed Cuddy's office and Cameron let off a little giggle.
'What?' asked Foreman and Chase together, a little offended - they had obviously not seen what House was doing in Cuddy's office.
'Nothing,' she said, fighting back her smile and pulling on a serious face and she strode quickly ahead of them.
In Cuddy's office, House was staring absent mindedly into space as Cuddy raved on.
He looked through the office door and saw Cameron, who had obviously seen him, so he pulled a face at her and pointed to Chase and Foreman, making a 'crazy' sign by his head.
'What are you doing?' Cuddy say sharply, who must have just noticed.
House looked at Cuddy guiltily, and then he cleared his face making it unreadable.
'Nothing,' he answered, unconvincingly innocent. She sighed as she knew she was never going to get an answer.
'Go down and do your clinic duty,' she said as she waved him away.
House grumbled something under his breath as he limped to the door. Suddenly he stumbled and steadied himself against the wall. Cuddy was in front of him at once.
'House?' she asked.
'I'm fine,' he said gruffly and limped away before she could do anything. She was unconvinced but headed back to the desk anyway. It was then that she noticed a piece of paper on the floor.
She bent down and picked it up. Her mouth fell open at what she read. Suddenly Wilson came in and noticed it. He quickly snatched it off a speechless cuddy as Wilson read it. An evil smile spread over his face.
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dundundun...again, please reveiw,should I carry on?
