The blonde ER head sighed in the nurse's station when House was limping toward her. She just stood there because although she could run faster than him, she knew she couldn't hide all day.

Without saying anything he dropped a file in front of her on the counter and stood on the outside of the nurse's station.

Cameron opened it and looked it over. "Sjogren's."

"Wrong. Kutner already guessed that," House stated, "Never agree with Kutner."

The younger doctor pulled her glasses out of her pocket and leaned forward over the folder, "Goodpasture's."

"Although Thirteen agrees with you. She's testing antibodies while the patient is dying," House explained, "Anything else?"

"The only other thing it could be is drug-induced lupus erythematosus and both are treated with steroids. Let Thirteen run the test to confirm but start the patient on steroids now," Cameron looked up at House, who was mere inches from her face.

"Good call," House looked her over, "New perfume?"

"New laundry detergent," Cameron answered.

House held her eyes for a little longer, "You need to dye your hair. I can see your roots." House waggled his eyebrows and walked off.

"Great job," House told the group from one end of the table. "You've done nothing significantly impressive since I hired you." He walked over to the window. "It's been months since Kutner set anyone on fire or caused bodily harm to himself. Taub…never really did anything impressive." House turned around and looked at Thirteen, "No stripping? Really?"

House walked toward the other end of the table and froze right behind Thirteen. He took a step back and sniffed the air. Then he leaned over Thirteen and took a huge whiff of the air over Thirteen. He froze in place, "Oh. My. Gawd."

Thirteen was trying to figure out why House was astonished by her head. She shrunk in her seat as House walked to the head of the table and smirked at Thirteen.

"I think we should all go down to the ER to see if Dr. Cameron needs help," his smiled was devilish.

It suddenly struck Thirteen that she may smell like Cameron or at least her apartment, but House had never been to Cameron's apartment. Seeing as how he just returned from the ER to see Cameron, Thirteen knew it had to be that they smelled alike. She decided to test the water anyway to confirm the theory, "Aren't we supposed to help in the clinic?"

"Avoiding someone?" House asked, tilting his head to the side.

Yup, House knew. Thirteen was relatively surprised that they had gone that long keeping it a secret. But she wasn't going to let House know that he was right that easily.

"No," Thirteen put up a front, perfected after years of guarding herself from everyone, "But Dr. Cuddy…"

"Oh Dr. Cuddy," House shook his head, "I think we're needed in the ER. Think of all the pharmaceutical drug over doses the two of us can prevent by being there." House popped a handful of vicodin.

"Two of you?" Kutner asked, "What about us?"

"The rest of you go to the clinic," House instructed.

The men stood and exited the room.

"Come thirty-one," House added while walking out the door.

Thirteen followed trying to think of a way to warn Cameron. When she realized there was no way without letting House confirm his belief, she silently rode down the elevator with him and pretended not to care.

As soon as they walked in, Cameron walked toward them, "Great. You came to help?" She picked up two folders and handed them to House and Thirteen.

"No," House tossed the folder onto the nurse's station. He looked over at Thirteen who was already taking care of a patient. He studied Cameron knowing that it was easier to see through her than it was Thirteen.

The second Cameron glanced over at Thirteen, House smiled, "I knew it." He walked out of the ER with a huge grin on his face.

"Damn it," Cameron muttered to herself. She though the text Foreman sent warning her that House was coming would have saved her. She did good until she glanced at Thirteen.

The blonde sighed and knew she had to break it to Thirteen that they'd been caught. She stood at the nurse's station and waited for Thirteen to be finished with her first patient. When the brunette doctor was done, she walked back over to where Cameron was standing and dropped the file on the counter.

"We've been found out," Cameron said quietly.

Thirteen just shrugged, "Well we've had a good run."

"Wait," Cameron swallowed hard, "It's over?"

"I thought if House knew you'd want to end it," Thirteen picked up another file.

"And you'd be okay with that?" Cameron asked, "Just dropping it. Just like that?"

Thirteen looked up from the file with a raised eyebrow.

Cameron inwardly sighed and decided now was not the time or place, "Same time tonight?"

Thirteen smiled and nodded, "Great." Thirteen turned around and walked off.

The blonde decided since Thirteen was there, she could take a short break in her office. She was beginning to rethink telling Thirteen about the feelings that she developed during the short time they'd been sleeping together.

By the time she left work, Cameron had gone back and forth at least five times about telling Thirteen about her feelings. She knew that there was a massive chance Thirteen would blow her off and move on for good, but there was a part of her that knew she had to be honest with herself and Thirteen. The honest part won out and Cameron decided that she would continue with the plans that she made that morning to have a talk with Thirteen.

However, when Thirteen didn't show up by ten, she knew the brunette was at a bar. She didn't know which one, but there were only so many bars in that city and Cameron was going to search all of them until she found Thirteen. They were going to talk if Cameron had to stay up and wait until Thirteen got sober.

She started at the bars closest to the hospital and found the internist at the second bar. It was dim inside, the dark woods of the walls and bar absorbing most of the light. When Cameron walked in she was surprised at how crowded it was for being that dive that it is. She sighed and started to push her way to the bar. As she walked up, she caught Thirteen's eyes in the mirror behind the bar. They looked glazed over and Cameron wasn't sure if Thirteen had actually seen her. Cameron looked away with a rather large man stepped into her view.

Just as Cameron got to the bar, she saw Thirteen start to walk away. She was too far off to grab so she decided that calling her was the best option. Cameron was surprised when the bartender called out, "Remy!" the same time she did.

Cameron turned and looked at him.

"She forgot her keys," the bartender gestured to the keys on the bar next to the half empty drink.

Before the bartender could grab them to put them behind the bar, Cameron snatched them off of the bar and took off after Thirteen.

When she finally got out of the bar and onto the sidewalk, Thirteen was already halfway down the block. The street glistened with the afternoon rain and dark clouds that framed the moon promised to dump more water over the city.

"Remy!" Cameron called, "Forget something?"

As Remy continued walking, Cameron noticed that she subtly checked her pockets. When she realized what was missing, Thirteen finally stopped. She slowly turned around as Cameron finally caught up.

"Why were you ignoring me?" Cameron asked.

"Why were you following me?" Thirteen asked back in the standard deflection and extended her hand.

Cameron put the keys in the pocket, "I want to talk."

The blonde noticed Thirteen's jaw momentarily clench before saying in a flat voice, "That's not what we do."

Cameron paused, her mind blanked for everything she had been planning to say, "Things change. I have feelings for you and I think you have feelings for me too. The way you touch me and kiss me has changed. Whatever this started out as has changed."

Thirteen shook her head, "It hasn't changed. I…haven't changed."

"So you're going to go back to getting drunk every night and sleeping with random women?"

"That's the plan," Thirteen extended her hand again, "Keys?"

Tears pooled in Cameron's eyes, "I can't watch you throw your life away."

"No one asked you to watch," Thirteen retorted. The tears in Cameron's eyes were started to break her resolve.

Cameron took Thirteen's keys out of her pocket and ran her thumb over the rough edge of the key to her own apartment.

Thirteen swallowed hard, thinking that Cameron was going to take her key back. That's not what she wanted. She didn't want Cameron to cut her off. She didn't want to never be able to touch Cameron again.

She was surprised when Cameron closed the gap between them and softly kissed her.

Thirteen knew she felt something every time they kissed. This time was no different. Cameron was right. Thirteen knew that, probably before Cameron did.

When Cameron pulled away, she slipped Thirteen's key into the pocket of the tan jacket Thirteen was donning.

"See you tomorrow night," Cameron barely breathed. She searched Thirteen's eyes for a moment before kissing her one last time and walking off.

Thirteen was frozen as she watched Cameron walk off and disappear around the corner. She took the keys out of her pocket and looked at the key to Cameron's apartment, dangling amongst all the other keys.

Thirteen sighed and started walking again as the rain started falling.

Cameron laid in bed on her side, trying to sleep. The pillow she was laying on smell faintly like Thirteen. She closed her eyes again to try to get some sleep. The rain pounding on the windows was a welcome distraction from the thoughts in her head.

When Cameron woke up the next morning, she felt warmer that usual. She started to roll over and turn off her alarm clock but something was hindering the process. Finally the extra heat registered to Cameron as a body pressed against her back. The familiarity of the legs tangles in her own and the arm over her middle caused Cameron to breath a sigh of relief.

She carefully turned in Thirteen's arms, never disengaging herself from the younger woman. She looked at Thirteen's peaceful face and gently brushed away a few stray strands of hair.

At the slight touch, Thirteen's eyes fluttered open. When she saw Cameron look at her, she didn't know how to react. She didn't know if Cameron would be mad that she showed up, unannounced at three am on in impulse and crawled into bed with her, or not.

Cameron bit her lip as she slightly smiled before leaning in to kiss Thirteen. When she pulled away Cameron tilted her head, "You scared me for a second."

At the sight of the smile, Thirteen felt relieved. She looked down at the sheets around them and sighed, "I'm sorry." The apology was said in such a way that Cameron thought it was for more than one thing and that was the most she was going to get from the younger woman.

Cameron nodded with a gentle grin, "It's okay." She rested her head on Thirteen's shoulder and sighed. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but waking up in Thirteen's arms put her in a great mood right away.

Thirteen smiled in spite of herself and softly kissed the top of Cameron's head.

Cameron contemplated calling in sick to stay in bed with Thirteen all day, but figured the taller woman had to go to work and if they both called in sick, House would have a field day when they eventually got back.

"Will you go to dinner with me? Tonight?" Thirteen asked quietly.

"Like a date?" Cameron asked back cautiously.

"Yeah."

A grin swept across Cameron's face, "I'd love to."

Thirteen was quiet for a moment before adding, "I need to get ready for work."

Cameron nodded and sat up, looking down at Remy. She smiled and it grew wider when the rarely seen smile appeared on the younger woman's face. She leaned down and captured Thirteen's lips.

Before they knew it five minutes had gone by and Cameron's long forgotten alarm was shrieking. Cameron leaned over Thirteen to turn it off, which Thirteen took as the opportune time to attack Cameron's neck with her lips.

"Mmm, Remy," Cameron closed her eyes, loving the sensations that Thirteen could create, "We need to get ready."

Finally Remy pulled away with a smirk, "Okay."

They took a quick shower and got dressed in selections from Cameron's closet. They figured the only one shrewd enough to notice Thirteen was wearing Cameron's clothes was House, who already knew they were sleeping together.

Cameron smiled at the first time she'd left the apartment with Thirteen in the morning. They got to the parking lot and Thirteen stopped on the sidewalk. She turned around and caught Cameron off guard by kissing her.

The blonde beamed when Thirteen pulled away. She still wasn't sure what everything meant, but she was happy that Thirteen seemingly reciprocated her feelings.

"I'll pick you up tonight?" Thirteen asked, "At eight?"

Cameron nodded, "You better."

Thirteen kissed an obliviously happy Cameron one last time before walking to her car.

The blonde looked over at Thirteen's car that had just left the parking lot. She thought for a moment. That whole thing seemed too easy. She was hoping that it really was that easy. Maybe it actually would work out that easy. Hopefully.

With that last thought, Cameron put her car in drive and took off toward the hospital.