I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to write more of this story. Thank you to everyone who have reviewed, who have saved my story into their alerts and thank you to my beautiful niece, Keira (lunadragonfly) for annoying me and nagging me into writing more. It's not that I didn't want to write more…it's just that I seem to be having a bit of writers block. Not to mention everything else that is going on at the moment.

Oh, and disclaimed!

Enjoy!

House had just walked into his office when his phone beeped again. Looking out to the conference room, he found Chase sitting with his feet up at the table. Foreman and Cameron were no where to be seen. Closing his office door, he pulled his phone out and read his message.

"Mmmmmmmm, those jeans look so good on you, but I'd rather see you without them".

Opening the door again, House walked as quickly as he could out into the hall. Obviously, the message was from someone in the hospital, if they knew what he was wearing. But who - who had he seen this morning? Cuddy, Wilson, the ducklings, nurse Brenda, numerous other nurses in passing……quite a long list. Wilson was his first choice as far as suspects went.

Turning towards Wilson's office, he stumped off to find Dr Love.

Cameron watched House stomp by from behind the blinds of the office across the hall. She was enjoying seeing him so discomfited, so out of his depth. He was usually so confident in his own ability, so assured of himself. It was good to see the cracks in the tough exterior shell that he kept protectively around his soft, mushy heart.

Opening Wilson's door, he stuck his head through only to find the room empty. Running a hand through his hair, he moved through the door, shutting it behind him. Slumping down onto the couch, he raised his bad leg up, resting his head on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes. His mind was weary from trying to puzzle out who his mystery woman was. If he didn't find out soon, he would go insane, he decided.

As his mind finally started to slow and he drifted on the edge of sleep, his phone once again announced that he had a new message. His eyes snapped open and his pulse leaped as he took his phone out of his pocket. Smiling wryly, he mused over the fact that his phone hadn't had so much use since he'd bought it over a year ago.

Finding his messages, he started to read the latest, slowly sitting up as the full impact of it hit him head on…like a sledgehammer.



"What would you do if I slipped into that office with you where no one can see us? Would you let me do whatever I wanted, or would you push me away?"

This mystery person was close by, obviously, since she knew where he was right at this moment. House stood and walked to the door, his hand hesitating on the handle. If he opened the door, the game would be over. If he answered the text, daring his dream girl to come to him, he would find out who it was. That was all he wanted, really, to finally solve the puzzle so his mind could rest. He had no interest in anything else, truly.

House walked back to the couch and sat down. He was weighing up the pros and cons in his head. Should he play along, take a chance? Or should he put a stop to it right now, walk out of the office and pretend that this had never happened?

His decision made, House hit reply on the phone message.

"That depends, what do you want to do to me?"

He sat back, waiting for the reply….

TBC 