A/N: Ok, so I know I said this would be the last chap, but I think I'll do a short epilogue too, as per a suggestion by momsboys. So this is the second to last chap! Enjoy!

Chapter 10: slumber party

When Foreman pulled in front of the hospital, it was almost 9. They got out, House pulling Cameron along, and went through the front doors. Cameron turned a deep shade of red as every person they passed stared at her, then House, then at the handcuffs joining them. It was so embarrassing. House, however seemed unfazed, and even held up their joined wrists for all to see.

House led them up to their department, confident that Cuddy had already left for the day. He unlocked the door and they all went in, then stood around, waiting for him to tell them what they were doing there.

"Do we…have a case?" Chase asked tentatively.

"No, we're gonna have a little slumber party."

Everyone groaned.

"What?"

"A slumber party?" Foreman asked. "Kinda juvenile, don't you think?"

"That's the whole idea! Where do you think you're going?" Foreman and Chase had been heading for the door.

"This is stupid," Chase said.

"Regardless, this is my day, and this is what I want to do, so get comfortable. I took blankets and pillows from storage." He gestured to a corner of the conference room.

Chase and Foreman headed to the corner, resigned sighs coming from both. Cameron made to follow them, but was held back by the cuffs.

"Going somewhere?" House asked.

"Can't we pick the lock or something? These things can't be that sturdy."

"Too bad I'm not a monkey. Then you'd never want out."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "For the last time…"

"Monkey lover," House said quickly and looked in the opposite direction, smirking when Cameron's fist connected with his shoulder.

"Lock pick?" she asked.

"Why do we need a lock pick for?" he asked, a confused expression on his face.

Cameron was incredulous. "Umm, where were you just now? I want to get out of these cuffs. We need something to pick the lock with."

"Don't cry. We don't need a lock pick because…I have the key." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key.

"You ass," was all Cameron could think of to say. She grabbed the key with her free hand, and unlocked the cuffs.

"Come on; don't pretend you didn't like being cuffed to me all day."

Cameron didn't reply, but strode over to the corner to retrieve a blanket and pillow.

They set up their blankets in a semi circle on the floor, House, Cameron, Foreman, and Chase, and looked at House.

"What do we do now?" Chase asked. At first he'd thought the idea was stupid, but it wasn't so bad. It wasn't any different from camping, except they were indoors.

"Ghost stories!" House said exuberantly. "Foreman, shut the light off. Who wants to go first?"

Foreman got up, and shut the lights off, still grumbling about the merit of a slumber party. Chase volunteered to go first.

When he finished, House looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "That wasn't a ghost story. It was the plot of Saw III, and a watered down version too."

Chase shrugged. "I couldn't think of anything else."

"Ok, who wants to tell a movie plot next?"

Cameron volunteered. "I think I'll tell House of Wax." She launched into the movie, paying special attention to the scene where Paris Hilton's character died.

"I didn't know you liked horror movies," House said, surprised.

"I don't, but I watched that one because I hate Paris Hilton and I heard that her character gets killed."

House nodded approvingly and looked at Foreman.

"Ok, the only one I can think of is Psycho." He looked at House. "It makes me think of you for some reason."

"Norman Bates reminds you of me? I do not have a mother fixation, thank you." House glared at him. Foreman smirked back, and began the story.

"That was good Foreman," Chase commented when Foreman had finished.

"Thanks. I've seen it quite a few times. House, you're up."

"Ok, I am going to tell Nightmare on Elm Street, the first one, where Johnny Depp gets the Kruger treatment."

He told the story very animatedly, going into full gory detail whenever he narrated a death.

"I think that was even grosser than the movie," Chase said when he had finished.

"Why, thank you Chase. I knew you'd appreciate it."

"How about we play Truth or Dare?" Cameron asked.

The men all looked at her, various degrees of disgust on their faces.

"What? It's a good slumber party game."

"Fine. You go first though, Truth or Dare?" House asked.

"Umm, truth."

"Tell us your true feelings about monkeys."

Cameron gave him a Look. "I think they're cute, intelligent beings, nothing else. I would like a little one as a pet, and I would love to travel and see some in their natural habitat. That's the extent of my interest."

"You mean you wanna see them do it in their natural habitat," House said with a grin. He leaned away from Cameron's fist, as it went at his shoulder again.

She sat up straighter, trying to maintain her dignity. "All right, Chase, Truth or Dare?"

"Uh, dare."

"Ok, I want you to…run screaming and waving your arms all the way through the fourth floor."

House nodded at her, approvingly. "Nice one."

"But, that's the psych floor."

"So? Is that a refusal?" She asked.

"No, I'll do it. As long as I don't get sacked for it." He glanced over at House.

"Stop being such a priss and do it. Don't worry about your job."

They filed out of the conference room and journeyed to the fourth floor, all standing in front of the elevator.

"Just to the end of the hallway and back, Chase." Cameron coaxed. "You can do it."

Chase took a deep breath, lifted his arms into the air, and took off, screaming and waving them about like a madman. Everyone he passed turned and stared at him, then looked to the elevators where the rest of the team was standing, snickering.

Chase made it to the end of the hallway, then turned, and ran back towards them. When he arrived he pushed the button for the elevator and immediately stepped in. The others followed him.

"That was great!" House said. "I think you scared a couple of nurses!"

"That was awful," Chase breathed. But he was smiling. Cameron clapped him on the back in admiration, and even Foreman patted him on the shoulder. They made it back to the conference room, and Chase turned to House.

"Truth or Dare, House?"

"Dare. Hit me with your best shot."

"Ok." Chase thought for a moment, then stood up, and left the room. They waited for him, puzzled. When he came back, he was carrying a patient file from the clinic. He handed to House, who looked at him quizzically.

"Well, open it," Chase said. House did so.

"Georgia? That old broad who was in love with me? What the hell do you want me to do with a file?"

"It's not the file; it's what's inside it," Chase explained, pointing at a spot on the patient information section.

"Her phone number? You want me to call her!"

Chase nodded, smiling.

"Oh, that is…fine, I'll do it."

"And you have to be civil. You can't just hang up on her," Chase stipulated.

"Yea, yea, how'd you find out about Georgia anyhow?"

"Wilson."

"I'm gonna murder him. Norman Bates will seem like a cake walk after I'm through with Wilson." He glanced at Foreman as he said this.

"Make sure it's on speaker," Cameron called as House went into his office to use the phone in there. They all followed him and crowded around the desk.

He dialed the number on the chart, and hit speaker. After two rings, it was picked up.

"Hello?" Mark, Georgia's son.

House hesitated momentarily. Chase looked at him pointedly, and mouthed the word 'chicken'.

"Is Georgia there?"

"Who is this?"

"Her…brother."

"Uncle Don? We haven't heard from you in years. What gives you the right to call here this late at night, suddenly wanting to speak to her?"

"I know I've been a jerk, but I really want to talk to her…please?" He choked out the last word.

"Fine. Hold on." There was a clunk as the phone was put down, then voices. The phone was picked up and Georgia's voice came on the line.

"Hello, Don, is that really you?"

"Georgia, it's not Don. I had to tell Mark something. It's Dr. House."

There was an audible gasp from the other line, then Georgia whispered. "Dr. House, what a pleasant surprise! You've been on my mind since that day in the clinic."

"I figured as much." Chase grinned evilly, writing something on a piece of paper.

"What can I do for you Dr. House?" She sounded giddy. It made House nervous. Chase held up the paper he'd written on.

'You want a date,' the paper read.

House shook his head furiously, took the paper from Chase, tore it in half, and tossed the halves in the trash.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing, Georgia," he said, laying the sincerity in his voice on a little thick.

Georgia didn't notice, and they could practically hear the smile on her face as she said, "Isn't that so sweet? I'm just fine, thank you for asking. I'm so happy you called. I was thinking that maybe we could get together someday while Mark is at work and…"

House cut her off. "That's great to hear Georgia, have a good night!" He said this so fast his words ran together and he hung up before she could say anything else.

Cameron burst out laughing, Chase joining in. Foreman chuckled along with them as House stomped back into the conference room.

"You didn't pull it off; you didn't ask her out! She almost asked you out!" Chase said as they followed him out of his office.

"No, you just said I had to call her; I did that. You said nothing about a date when you posed the initial dare. I did everything I supposed to. Foreman, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"My god, you're boring. Fine, do you really dislike me as much you claim to?"

"That's a dumb question."

"Doesn't matter. Answer it." He crossed his arms and waited.

"No." Foreman said simply.

"Well, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, how about you guys?" House said with a fake smile.

"That doesn't mean I don't dislike you; it just means I don't dislike you as much as I say I do," Foreman clarified.

"Whatever. What should we do now? I'm open to suggestions, but only ones that don't suck."

"How about we go to bed?" Cameron said. "It's late, and just in case anyone's forgotten, we do have to work tomorrow."

Foreman and Chase nodded their assent, but House remained stubborn. "You guys are no fun at all. We were just getting started."

The three lay down under the blankets in response, and House had to admit defeat. Couldn't do much at a slumber party by yourself. He got under his blanket, put his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes.

A/N: Hope ya liked it! Next will be the epilogue, and then we're done!