Again I would like to note my thanks to all those that have read, reviewed and added this story to their alerts and favorites. It is great seeing that people enjoy the story and helps keep my motivation up. My updates are not as frequent as I would like but I will try to make the chapters longer to make up for that. This chapter is full of Camteen interaction and goodness. So when I bring back the angst and drama in the coming chapters no one will kill me...and just to be clear I am still as poor as when I first started this story and I still do not own anything that would generate money from it.

On a chilly Sunday morning Remy Hadley was a mile from her destination at the end of her run when the cell phone started going off. A check glance showed a local area code attached to a string of numbers that she did not know and thus on silent it went to ring until the caller got her voicemail. Either they would find it important enough to leave a message or would get the hint that after six rings she was not going to answer.

A few seconds later the complete lack of sound confirmed that they had gotten the point. Resuming her run towards the apartment complex she had been calling home for the last several months it would just be another ten minutes of peace before she had to start facing the end of her weekend and she really did not want to spend any of them on the phone. Unfortunately, that literally seemed to be all the peace Remy had earned that morning as not ten minutes later Remy had put her feet mere steps from the entryway to her building when the cell phone went off again.

She wasn't entirely sure but the number looked like the one that had called minutes earlier and it was either some insurance company, in which case they could enjoy being the newest addition to her blocked callers list, or something might be up at the hospital and someone was just using a different line. Pressing the 'send' button the woman put the phone to her ear in order to see what the caller had to say.

There was no sound coming from the other side for a couple seconds but she moved the phone away and almost shut off when a single word came over the receiver.

"Hello?" The voice was a little off from when compared to how it normally sounded but a cell phone can do that to a person. Placing the phone against the side of her face, Remy was quick to voice her own confusion, perhaps faster than was normal for someone that had been looking to avoid talking to people.

"Doctor Cameron?"

"Doctor Hadley. I wasn't sure if I got your number right. I realize it is sort of early, and it is your day off and you were probably asleep but I wanted to get this out of the way before I had to go to the hospital for a couple hours."

The explanation seemed more out of place than the random Sunday morning phone call before 10 am from someone she knew from the hospital. It had to be work related but why something work related couldn't wait until at least the ER head was at the hospital, or better yet tomorrow, was answered when a sudden panic set in.

Last time she had seen the blonde had been Thursday night when they talked. Well the woman talked and Remy hit on her before giving out the very number Allison had now used to get in touch with her. She remembered exactly how she carried her side of the conversation, not to mention the way she handed the paper to the other woman. There was no explaining away the fact that she had made several suggestive passes at someone that was, essentially, her boss.

This was the call telling her not to bother showing up for work tomorrow and that as of first thing a restraining order would be in place. There wouldn't even be a helpful letter from Cuddy to ensure she could find another job. Actually the Dean was probably putting together a list of people to alert that she had just fired a patient killing, drug abusing, sexually harassing, crazy woman that should not be employed under any condition.

"Doctor Hadley?" Doctor Cameron was still on the phone and somehow hanging up right then did not seem like a viable escape plan from the words that were about to destroy her future.

"Yes?"

"I am screwed, so very, very, screwed."

If she was lucky, she might find a job on the other side of the country working in a morgue.

"I was wondering if you had any plans this afternoon, say around 2?"

She would have put past House to drag her into the office only to have security remove her but Remy had a hard time imagining Saint Cameron getting that petty over some flirting by a coworker.

"Why?" The annoyed tone even caught Remy by surprise but if this woman was going to drag out the day just to fire her in person she at least deserved to know it in advance.

"Oh…umm I was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch. It would be my treat. I know the hospital doesn't exactly offer satisfying compensation for all the work you have been putting in after your shifts and plus I owe you for the other night. Though if you are busy, or something, I understand. It was just I am not going to be able to get free until about 2 and given how things at the hospital have been I doubt either of us will get have enough time off next week." There was a slight pause, not really long enough for her to say anything but apparently long enough for the caller to breathe.

"You probably have already plans though, and I shouldn't have called this early, so I'll just see you around the hospital."

Remy could not really think of a single thing she actually had to do. It was not that early to where it was unreasonable for someone to call. A couple ago the phone call would have replaced her need for an alarm clock but she wasn't that lazy as to sleep in until noon after a couple other days off. Besides finding out there you are not fired has a surprising way of adding news to the day that requires some celebration. She really didn't know the woman, but if Doctor Cameron was offering her a free meal instead of ending her career after that conversation the other night than she should change that. It would also be a good chance for her to demonstrate that she could be friendly without giving off the impression that she was strictly doing it to better her odds of getting into the other woman's scrubs.

"Cameron?" There was no immediate response but a quick look at the phone confirmed it was still tracking the seconds the two had been talking for so no one had hung up.

"Yes Doctor Hadley?"

"I'll see you around 2:15?"

"Ok."

"Ok."

With that, Remy ended the call. Despite finishing a run not more than a few minutes ago she felt rather calm. Deciding to try that same route again next weekend and checking the time on her phone she had more than enough time to continue her usual routine of take the stairs to the roof than back down to her apartment. That wouldn't take more than few minutes really. She would have plenty of time to get some other things done before meeting Allison for lunch. The only actual problem would be that she had no idea where they were going to have lunch, what they were going to eat or what they could possibly have to say to each other.

"Shit!"

Taking a quick look at her reflection in the glass walls that separated the building from the street Remy took notice of how she looked for the first time in awhile. It was not just looking good enough to pick up a random few hours of fun and turning some heads at the hospital; she needed to make the right impression today. If the impression she was looking for was sweaty, dehydrated and suddenly panicked workout clothes demonstrator than she was ready to go. The respectable doctor and friendly neighborhood lifesaver look though was going to take some effort to achieve. The other option was of course calling Cameron back to find out where they were going to lunch, or just canceling claiming she forgot something important.

One option made her sound like an idiot and the other a complete jerk. Not liking either of those two options she opted for the third; even if that meant dressing for an occasion she had no idea how to dress for and going in completely blind. Overall, there did seem like there was a lot of work ahead of her for a day that technically involved doing very little and then getting lunch with a coworker.

The clock in her car was showing 1:49, which meant that she had officially been sitting in her car for the past five minutes. It was a stupid thing, being nearly a half hour early just to find out where they were suppose to eat, yet waiting in a car out of fear someone else would agree with her did not seem a whole hell of a lot better. Reluctantly invoking the premise that there was no time like the present, Remy shut off the car and forced her legs to move her out of the vehicle.

Being in hospital on a weekend had been a rare event when working in diagnostics, one where Remy did not get the luxury of leaving the hospital for a couple days before hand. She had thankfully avoided the experience entirely during her shifts in the ER so far. Though she would have thought that definitely after a few 60 hour weeks, if not before than from general knowledge of the hospital, that she would know where the office for the head of the department was at.

"I am looking for Doctor Cameron's office?" Finding someone at the front desk that did not seem to be doing anything had to be considered a positive on the day.

"You are?"

"Doctor Hadley"

"Doctor Hadley?" The woman typed her name into the computer and then looked at her like she had lost her mind.

"You are not scheduled to work today nor are you on call."

"Very true, Doctor Cameron's office?"

"Why are you looking for Doctor Cameron?" Just what she needed was an inquisitive provider of information that did not want to provide any information.

"There was scheduling conflict for my shifts next week. Her office would be…"

"It would probably be one on that says Doctor Cameron on the door."

About the time she was considering asking again, with a few choice words mixed into the question, a familiar voice got her attention instead.

"Thirteen?"

Remy saw her companion for the afternoon walking towards her but the mountain of folders the blonde was carrying did not exactly raise her hopes that showing up early would be welcomed as a fantastic surprise.

"Doctor Cameron. I was just trying to find out if you were in your office still." She gave her would be lunch companion a smile that would hopefully make up for the fact that was sort of lying.

"I was just heading that way now." Taking the hint the younger woman went to follow, ignoring the glares she was getting from the receptionist with the exception of offering a single signal to the annoying bitch. Remy did not fully understand why she felt the need to make a good impression on the ER doctor that had offered her lunch but she did. The only problem was that a good impression meant nothing that was a fault could show and she had many faults.

As they entered the office, the brunette watched as Allison attempted to flip on the overhead light before settling on the fact that dumping the paperwork onto her desk first would be a requirement. Noticing the distress and deciding something of a helpful hand would be proper Remy switched on the light. Observing as the office's usual resident went through the effort of putting each folder into one of two piles based on some system she didn't get. Whatever it was that required that Allison bend slightly over the desk though Thirteen was not going to complain.

In fact the choice of the woman's office attire of black slacks, a dark blue fitted shirt, that was currently not covering the small of her back, and short heels did not offer any reason to complain either. The outfit wasn't obscene, or even borderline scandalous, but it was one of a handful of times the two women had crossed paths where the department head wasn't dressed in scrubs. Not that it should matter if Doctor Cameron wore office clothing, or scrubs, or if she wondered around the hospital naked, because the brunette should not be starring at the remarkably fit woman for any reason. Her focus should have been entirely on just getting through lunch like it was a requirement for job security. It shouldn't matter if it was the 5'5, blonde haired, blue eyed woman, or her insane boss, or Cuddy, which had asked her to join them for a meal because she should be acting like a professional and possibly at most as a friend.

However, if they were friends, there was nothing saying that her eyes could not wander over Cameron's form from head to toe strictly out of curiosity for how Cameron was dressed right? As long as it was from a safe vantage angle it could not hurt to look to see exactly how the clothes fit right?

No. Remy was going to look at Cameron strictly as a coworker and possibly as a friend but not as someone who could provide her with a new workout routine. Besides whatever curios interest she had it would be clearly one sided as the woman was purer than the driven snow and there was no indication that Allison had any curiosity she was looking to explore. There is also the slight factor that neither woman was not exactly available.

"I hate to do this but I have got to cancel lunch." Remy suddenly found herself in reality again. It had been a rough trip as she felt a lurch in the pit of her stomach. As the woman turned around, but didn't truly face her, she felt bad that the blonde seemed so upset over what could be chalked up to a minimal problem at its worst.

"Someone messed up the expense reports. According to the purse string holders the ER just ordered eight new bed sheets and 200 new office chairs along with some other minor inconstancies that didn't make any reason. I tried to assure the budget committee that the numbers could be easily corrected in a few minutes during the session but they are insisting on a whole new report before Monday." The woman was still fiddling with folders, opening them to the first few pages before placing them on one of the piles.

"They are making you redo it by yourself?"

"It is either I do it or the ER goes without supplies."

That was definitely not what she had been expecting when she showed up. A bit of paperwork left undone, maybe, but having her afternoon completely turned around by some group of paper pushers whose own anal tendencies didn't sit well. She couldn't believe that they were that obsessed with reports that they would kill the efficiency of the ER over them. No. That definitely was not going to happen. Not after the effort it took to find her favorite and iron her favorite pair of dark grey skinny jeans and the long sleeve black top.

Shrugging her shoulders and hoping to make the best out of the situation Remy decided that if lunch meant doing expense reports and eating take out then so be it.

"How do you feel about Tai food?" The brunette took out her phone and began scrolling through the list of names looking for a new restraint that had been recommended to her.

"I have never had it but this thing with the committee shouldn't mean that you have to be stuck here." The voice had an interesting combination of surprise along with genuine consideration that stalled the search for a split second before Remy made the phone call to order lunch.

Remy ordered for both of them why Allison returned to the paper work. Watching the woman make notes throughout the reports the taller woman quickly noticed a problem with her offer to help, which she had to make clear to the buyer of food why she was on hold.

"Your hand writing is awful, even for a doctor." The blonde sat the first folder on her desk before grabbing a hold of a stack of loose papers that she had written on just days earlier. The comment seemed to have been ignored for a while until the report filler finally snapped when the brunette hung up the phone.

"It is not! My writing is perfectly legible and I have never had a complaint about it."

"I am sure you haven't."

"What is that suppose to mean?" The blonde placed her hands on her hips and starred at the internist, challenging her to explain the comment.

"You could easily win the world's nicest immunologist award, and are a strong contender for the general human being category. That is not someone most people are not going to tell that their writing is so jammed together that it is almost looks like serial killer wrote it."

"Yeah, well…you hold your phone weird." That caused Remy to give the other woman a blank stare, almost as if she was in complete shock over the ruthless comment.

"Sorry." The word came out with a sort of hurt that followed the woman taking a completely vulnerable stand. There was no sign of the defensive posturing that she held a moment ago. That happened faster than the woman initiating the torment had figured and was rather pleased that it did.

"I think I can take a comment about the way I hold my phone Doctor Cameron. Though for those several seconds I was sure my life was over." Her lighthearted attitude about the whole thing quickly drew the blonde's attention, which lead to the brunette seeing a look of annoyance in those blue eyes before something a bit more devious took over.

"Oh I am sure it was not the first time you had to face an angry woman after saying the wrong thing. Though compared to the usual experiences you have regarding what women are threatening to do to you after you have talked to them I imagine you were able to recover rather quickly." That she did not except and the sudden lack of personal space as her coworker got closer definitely added to that surprise.

"Lucky for you I have never been one to mix words with a wasted a drink on a bad date. That is where your good fortune ends though I am afraid as I promised to pay for lunch but I never said anything about buying you a drink." The innocent, love everyone that walks into the ER with a screwdriver stuck in their head, was without a doubt crossing a line. It might not have been the four-lane highway Remy had crossed the other side but it was still something. As the two starred at each other, both trying to react to what the other one would do before either one could do anything, there was a ringing sound in the background that added an annoyance to the room that hadn't previously been there.

Neither the pair of light greenish blue eyes, nor those of a true blue, moved from the other as seconds went by with the ringing continuing in the background. Finally, those of Allison looked away, with a small smile on the woman's face, as more space was created between the two in order for the blonde to answer the phone. It was the briefest of calls with the doctor just saying yes and thank you before hanging up.

"The food is here." And with that she walked out the door without saying anything else. The scene was so familiar yet the setting and the one left behind were so different. Realizing that she needed to move before the woman returned with lunch Remy decided that going and getting a couple drinks wouldn't really be in violation of her cardinal rules of seduction because she was strictly going to be friends with woman. At least it seemed like a good enough excuse to put her ego aside and go get something for Allison…except she didn't know what the woman liked to drink.

"Shit!"