Sorry for the delay in update! Thank you everyone who's reviewed and alerted this story! I'm so surprised that many people like it! This chapter will progress the story a slight bit more. Don't worry, our two lovely ladies WILL get together, but it's gotta be real and sincere so no jumping ahead in this story :)

Chapter 4

"You look like hell." Remy shifted further into her chair as her boss eyed her from across the long glass conference table. "Fun date?" Boys will be boys and Foreman and Chase turned to look at her as well. It wasn't a secret, her promiscuity with women, alcohol and drugs. Foreman was doing his best to wean her off the latter two, but women…

She fingered the edge of the case file she was holding for a few seconds, falsly hoping they'd give up and go back to the differential she'd walked in on. She'd been late to work that morning. Though, considering she hadn't even wanted to show up, the fact she was only three hours late didn't seem that big of a deal. It wasn't like there was anything productive going on it seemed. "Look, I dragged myself out of bed when I wasn't feeling well to come down here, can we just get on with it?" Naturally she'd picked up an imaginary stomach bug from the imaginary dinner she'd had the night before.

"Don't worry, I'm sure there's a memo about how to leave a one night stand with you. Probably has a picture too. You know those ones you see in libraries about not checking books out to these people?"

Foreman looked at House curiously. "Wait, you go to libraries?"

House rolled his eyes and looked more intently at Remy. She hadn't slept but a few hours the night before so her pale and damp face only helped add to her fake illness. All she could see as she'd tried closing her eyes was the image of Allison laughing while she held her alcoholic drink to her lips, or how cute she looked with the smudge of sour cream on her cheek from one of her potato skins.

"Earth to Two Way." House waved his free hand impatiently, trying to snap Remy from her thoughts. It did the trick, only Remy was now full of remorse and guilt over her actions the previous night. Allison had done nothing wrong, yet she'd jumped ship like the woman was a walking norovirus. She dropped the chart she'd been occupying her hands with and pushed her chair back.

"I gotta go." She didn't wait to hear the bombardment of sexually suggestive comments from her boss as she swung open the glass door and high tailed it out of the hospital and to her car.

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It figured that by the time she arrived at Nassau Park Blvd it was everyones universal lunch time. "Who the hell shops here on break?" She dodged two men in business suits who were struggling to carry an assortment of PVC piping down the isle.

Remy had been to Home Depot on countless occassions, but never this one. Luckily it was set up much like every other store and she easily found the department she was looking for. "Please let there be a phone…" She mumbled as she searched up and down the two isles for a courtesy help phone. Not finding one she bit her lip and toyed with the cell phone in her bag, running it around in her hand. No, she wasn't going to call her like that.

Walking out of the carpet isle, she spotted a desk with two ladies seated behind computers. It was the general flooring section so perhaps it would still work. She approached the nearest woman and clammed up.

"Hi, can I help you?" The red head watched Remy try and formulate words. It was just laminate flooring, surely the woman wasn't speechless over it.

Remy released the cell phone in her bag and pulled her arm out, sticking it into her front pocket to mirror her other one. "Yeah, uh, I was wondering if you could page someone for me?" The associate eyed her curiously, nonverbally asking her to continue. "You see, I'm a good friend of Allison Cameron, the Assistant Manager here… I kind of want to surprise her cause I uh.. I haven't seen her in forever, ya know?"

The red head seemed to be buying it and smiled at her. "Sure, you want me to call her to the desk?"

The brunette quickly shook her head. "No, uh, can you get her to go to the carpets?" She turned and pointed needless to the two isles to her left. "It's sort of an inside joke…" The woman nodded and picked up her desk phone.

Remy took a deep breath and subconsciously fixed her hair as she walked towards the giant rolls of berber and pile. What the hell was she doing, showing up at the poor woman's place of work the day after running out on their dinner? On their date? Was it even a date? Ugh, she didn't want to go there, she just wanted to apologize, maybe grovel a little, and hope that Allison would give her another chance.

Minutes ticked by while she stood around feeling less and less confident about this entire idea. She refused to entertain the idea of leaving again, but that didn't stop her gut from tumbling and turning inside of her. Suddenly there were clanky footsteps behind her, indicative of someone in high heels, and she turned slowly.

"What the hell do you want?" Allison was dressed in a dark navy business suit. Her blonde hair was loose and cascading down around her shoulders. Beneath her blazer she wore a deep red blouse that seemed to emphasize the redness of her cheeks.

Remy once more clammed up and clasped and unclasped her hands in front of her. What the hell was this woman doing to her!? "I uh.." She swallowed deeply and reorganized her voice. "I, well, I never got to show you my carpet….. I was wondering if you could show me yours?"

Allison stood there for a moment, her expression still that of annoyance and a little bit of hurt. Remy was hoping that bringing the conversation around to their previous random sexual banter would help prove to the woman she was sorry. "Or uh, I could just go and avoid ever bumping into you again." She was now gripping her fists so tight her nails were digging into her palms. When the blonde still didn't respond, she took in a deep breath and started to slowly walk down the isle with the intent of passing the woman so she could leave.

Only Allison had different plans. When she was within reach of the blonde, Remy felt a hand on her shoulder, stopping her and turning her around. "Did you leave because you're a womanizing bitch who thrives off of making other women interested only to crush them when you dissapear? Or were you scared?"

Remy blinked and felt her jaw slacken but didn't know what to say. Had Allison been abandoned on dates before by individuals the likes of her? If it were possible, she felt even worse at that moment. On the other hand, she did just accuse her of being scared. And if there was one thing about her life or personality that she desperately kept hidden from others was the fact that she was scared. She didn't think Allison knew what it was she was scared of, but she had picked up on it all the same.

"Listen, I like you. I think you're witty, charming, pretty… And we do have something major in common." Remy knew she meant their 'family members' with Huntingtons and once more felt her stomach drop at the lie she was sure she was probably never going to be able to get out of now. "So if you apologize, and mean it, then maybe I'll let you call me when I get off work."

The brunette continued to stare at her for a moment before untensing and sighing. "I'm sorry." That was as good as she could offer at that point, and to her relief it seemed to be enough for Allison released her shoulder and gave her a small smile.

"Alright." The blonde fished through her pocket for a moment and procured yet another business card. She handed it to Remy, who frowned at first until she saw that there was writing on the back. "That's my cell. I wrote it down when I got the call 'an old friend' was here to see me."

Remy's eyes widened. "How did you know?" Her fingers ran absently once more over the card before she placed it into her bag.

Allison smiled and laughed, a sound that made Remy's heart start to melt. She didn't think she'd ever hear that noise again. "Cameras." The woman said simply, pointing up to the ceiling where a round black dome hung.

Remy wanted to point out that the woman must have come with the intent of forgiving her if she'd already written her less than rememberorable number down, but didn't. Instead she grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "I tried."

"And I thought it was cute."

The brunette blushed and was about to respond when the pager she'd forgotten was still attached to her slacks went off. "Ah, shit." She pulled at it and saw a 911 message scroll by. "I gotta run, but uh, can I call you after five?"

Allison was staring with curiosity at the pager and nodded her head. "Yeah, please do." She then looked up and gave the woman yet another smile. Remy returned it and spun on her heels towards the exit. All she could think of as she weaved her way out of the store was how House had better paged her for a real emergency.