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-grissomsblueorbs/lasloneitaliana

"My knees? What's wrong with my knees, exactly?" House was standing upright, balanced on his cane, knees shaking. He was dumbfounded at why he was being asked such an outrageous question. Chase was staring at his quivering boss, not sure if House was mentally stable or not.Looking down at his legs, House sighed.

"It's that damn Cuddy, the whole blow up thing with her today has me shaking in my shoes."

Chase rolled his eyes and took a seat at the conference table. There was nothing he wouldn't do for a few hours of sleep. Chase knew however, that House wouldn't let him blink an eye without his command.

"Do you want me to do an LP on him or not? That's all I came in to ask for."

House squinted his eyes, suddenly getting an odd warm sensation across his abdomen. He had a thirst that needed to be quenched, and sitting here, talking about Lumbar Punctures, wasn't going to satisfy him.

"How are the lymph nodes?"

"Swollen. And he has a one hundred and three temperature."

House began searching through his desk for some sort of liquid.

"Biopsy the liver. If there are any trace amounts of cyanide in his system, check the wife's cabinet. I'm sure she's just dying for him to get better. Only feed him when the wife's not around. His symptoms are consistent with poisoning. The liver would act as a grease trap and store all those yummy poisons. Check his fingernails too."

"For?"

"Stripes. If it's arsenic poisoning, then it will leave white stripes on his fingernails."

"Anything else?"

House smirked, "Check those hot buns she always brings in, then check the food."

Chase left, then smiled to himself later, having a late reaction to House's joke.

His head was throbbing and Ellen Degeneres wasn't helping.

"Come on...Let's put the check into the...machine and we get..." The television was blaring, and House was to lazy to turn it down. "Ok. Ok. We need to put the pin code in...Uh, turn around."

There was a roar of laughter.

"Not funny." House commented to himself. His feet were propped up on his desk, his blue eyes concentrating on the tube.

"And the amount is..." The drum roll made him dizzy.

"Two million, three hundred sixty thousand, four hundred and fifty six dollars and twenty six cents."

The audience rang out in cheers. House reached over and punched in a number on his phone, putting it on speaker phone.

"You have reached Dr. Cuddy's office. I'm not in right now, if the message is urgent you can page me at-"

Hanging up, Gregory House leaned back in his chair. Too tired to go get a bottle of water for himself.

"Wow! That's a lot of money. Everybody clap for themselves! That's a lot of money and it all goes to the helping the Katrina

victims."

Somewhere a glass door opened and a young woman stepped inside. House was off in the distance. Voices seemed like they were miles away and even when Allison Cameron touched his shoulder, he couldn't feel it.

"House..." She was miles away. The television was blurry. Ellen Degeneres was talking about something pertaining to Pierce Brosnan's new movie.

When Cameron touched his face, House came back to reality.

"What!" He shouted.

Cameron, startled, backed away and removed her glasses, feeling slightly flustered. House was out of breath and was sweating profusely.

"Sorry. I was..."

"Watching Ellen? I love this show. She's so funny. I watch it during my lunch break." She was bending down to look into his eyes.

"Your pupils are dilated. Are you experiencing an neurological symptoms?" House shook his head and Cameron stood to her full height.

"Do you want to go get something to eat? Your blood sugar might be low."

Gripping his cane, House stood and hobbled for his coat. He smiled when he realized how concerned Cameron was over him. How pathetic. Strangely, House took Cameron's invitation and slung his coat over his shoulders.

"I thought you were mad at me."

"Cuddy explained the whole thing. The baby thing, the sperm thing, the whole she-bang."

Cameron had to admit, she wasn't as mad as she was earlier. But she would always be angry with House no matter what. Why should this make any difference?

Making their way down the hall, Cameron's cell phone began ringing once more. House eyed her suspiciously, knowing that this whole go-out-to-lunch-to-find-out-about-the-other-Greg-scheme, was going to work after all.

"Dr. Cameron speaking?"

"Didn't you see my name on your cell phone screen? You don't have to answer it like that. You could call yourself Alison, like you used to do when we were kids. Is it that hard?" Greg Sanders questioned as he walked through the hallways of the Las Vegas crime lab.

"I'm just acting professionally." Alison Cameron answered, rolling her eyes as she listened to her cousin.

"We're cousins."

"So?" Her voice was a bit to loud.

House eyed her. They were almost to the car now and she hadn't said anything to him.

"What happened to how you used to answer the phone? You used to call me Greggo and answer your phone and talk to me even during work, and you never got into trouble. Remember?" Greg questioned, teasing his cousin.

"It was my first time Greg." She replied.

House bumped up against he car horn accidentally startled.

"I was never shy, you know that." She said into the phone.

"Ya, remember auntie Meg's surprise birthday you and I threw?"

Cameron laughed, while House concentrated on driving in silence.

Enough of the perverted memories, House thought. As he began backing out of the garage, his hands began shaking and his head began spinning.

"I know. I know. We'll have to get together again."

Cars blurred and noises subsided.

"Ca..Camer..." His leg throbbed and he felt a sting in his stomach. It was burning now. Like a hot iron.

"I love you too. Talk to you later." As she tucked her phone into her purse, she didn't hear House murmuring.

"Cam, get a doctor...I think I'm..."

But doctor Gregory House never finished what he was trying to say. The front of the car smashed into the back of an SUV.

Even as Cameron dialed nine one-one and tried to bring House back to a state of consciousness, she couldn't help but think that she was losing him.

"Wake up! What do you think you're doing? This isn't some sort of romance novel. Get your head out of the clouds. Don't you have something better to do?"

"Nope." Sara Sidle reassured Gil Grissom. He'd woken her up to kiss her goodbye before going to work. He looked better than he had the night before. Although, the same couldn't be said for Sara. She was still in her tee-shirt and her face was blotchy from a high fever. Grissom was tucking his phone away and had his field kit in hand.

"Greg wrapped the case and said he has a new one for us."

Sara looked astonished. "Gweg is giving you a case?

"Ya, I thought it would be good for him. Besides, this case is kind of personal for him. I thought that'd be good. Get a taste of reality. I don't like how he's been succeeding in everything lately."

"No," Sara began. "You just don' like someone bein' better than you."

Grissom smiled slightly. "Ya..whatever." But just as he was about to leave, Sara raised her hoarse voice.

"Wait, aren't you going to fill me in?"