Author's Note: I know the last chapter was a little weird but I didn't want to spend a lot of time dealing with Cameron's abusive ex boyfriend. I wanted to get this chapter up as soon as possible because House and Cameron have been building the tension up for a while, it's been a little bit of a tease. In the next chapter, House will recall his point of view of when he got shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own House. If I did, Cameron wouldn't be gone.

Chapter Fourteen

Dressed in black pants, comfortable flats and a pink button up, she hesitated as she got off the elevator. Finally making her way down the hall, she pulled her stringy, wavy hair behind her ears and she spotted her destination. As she approached the glass walls, she noticed the differential room was empty and a she walked a little further, she noticed her ex boss's office was not. Occupied by a single person, lounging at his desk, no doubt looking at porn on his laptop, he seemed completely enthralled at what he was doing. She took a deep breath as she pushed aside the glass door. House looked up with his bright blue eyes that she hadn't seen in a week. Cameron sat down in the chair across from his desk and he simply shut his computer to let her know she had his full attention.

He was the one to break the silence, "How are you feeling? Any pain?"

"I could ask you the same," she answered in almost a whisper. House looked down, looked to his right, anywhere but at Cameron. "House." She had his attention again.

"Why did you go back?" he said holding his gaze on her.

"To my apartment?"

"You were safe where you were," he said sternly.

"I didn't-" she paused, "want all the attention I was getting. I don't know how else to explain it." She rested her elbows on his desk and rubbed her face with her hands. "I didn't want to be babysat. I just wanted the whole thing to be over with."

"What better way to distract the attention from yourself than to run onto a mine field," House quipped and she could tell he was uncomfortable because he was either silent or made a joke. "No one would notice then!"

"I didn't know you would follow me!" she nearly yelled, "I didn't expect you to," she looked down sadly. "Why did you put yourself between me and the gun, House?" he looked up at her.

"I've been shot before, you haven't."

"Is that the only reason why?"

"Yes." House couldn't look at her as he lied.

She looked at him until he looked back at her, "I don't expect you to tell me you care about me, House. I just want to know why. The truth."

She could tell he wasn't going to say anything else and so she looked at him for a moment longer then slowly steadied herself to her feet. He noticed her black pants were baggier than they were suppose to be and her shirt couldn't hide her thin arms. She put her hand on the door knob and turned around.

"Wilson," she paused, "is coming over tonight. We're going to order in Chinese and watch some movies, if-" she hesitated, "if you'd like to come."

She waited a moment and still he said nothing, so she continued, "You saved me, House. I owe you more than I can give. Thank you."

She showed a small smile and then left. House sat there, as he had many times before, contemplating. He rubbed his leg, as it began hurting when he lied to her. That had never happened before. He popped a vicodin and continued to massage his thigh.

Later that night, Cameron got comfortable in some sweat pants and a sweatshirt as she was a little chilly. Wilson would be over soon with some Chinese food and movies so she cleaned up a little. She recalled coming home to her apartment after she got out of the hospital. Wilson, Cuddy and Chase had come over and cleaned the apartment up a little and got a professional floor cleaner to come in and remove the blood stains. Wilson and Chase fixed the broken coffee table in the living room and Cuddy used her womanly touch to replace the picture frames and other miscellaneous items that were broken or displaced. Cameron set out some napkins, plates, silverware and cups. It wasn't long before she heard a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it.

"Wilson, hi!" she said cheerily, always happy to see Wilson.

"Hi, how are you?" he asked genuinely. He hadn't seen her in about two days, though they had talked on the phone numerous times.

Wilson walked in with two bags of food and went to set it up on the table. As she was about to turn aways from the door, she heard another voice. She turned to see House standing in the doorway as well.

"You came," she smiled softly.

"Free food," he joked without smiling and pushed his way inside.

She followed House to the kitchen where he paused. He hadn't been there since the shooting. He had a flashback of himself and Cameron huddled in the corner on the edge of death. He quickly shook his thoughts away as they started picking out some food and placing it on their plate. They all sat on the couch and waited for the movie to start.

"What have you been up to, Cam?" Wilson asked as he twirled some noodles around his fork.

"Um, actually I've been searching for a new apartment."

"Really? I know a good realtor, if you need some help," he offered.

"That'd be great. I don't like staying here, too many-," she looked at House and then to the kitchen, "memories."

"You're staying around here, right?" House piped up.

"Of course, I can't leave this place. I love it here. Well, not here, but this town. I've actually started packing up some stuff already. I'm going crazy not working, so I figured I'd get a head start on packing."

"You're already packing?" House asked, though he shouldn't have been amused since he knew Cameron was highly efficient and a multi-tasker.

House looked at Cameron and couldn't help but stare at her. She was eating. Actually eating. Well, most of what was on her plate was healthy but he couldn't help but be amazed. She forked some food around but the majority of what was on her plate ended up in her mouth.

"I've packed some stuff that I don't use often, just getting it out of the way."

House sat reclined in a chair next to the couch where Wilson and Cameron sat. Wilson had been drifting off for the last ten minutes and Cameron was cuddled up with a blanket but watching the movie. House was wide awake. They all sat in silence watching the movie and when it was over, Cameron quietly got up so as not to disturb Wilson and took their plates to the kitchen and started running the water. House slowly got up and limped his way to the kitchen and stood behind Cameron. She didn't even know he had gotten up until she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

"I lied," he said in whisper, mostly because he was standing so close he didn't need to speak any louder. She nearly dropped the plate in her hand when he spoke and could sense the space between them closing. "When you asked why I stepped in front of the gun, I lied to you. I do care. I didn't want you to hurt anymore." He said slowly and hesitantly.

Cameron turned and faced him, little tears forming in her eyes, "I didn't expect that," her voice cracked.

"I thought of something you can do to repay me for saving your life," his beautiful blue eyes were almost too much for her to handle.

"And what's that?" she whispered.

He moved his face closer and his mouth was near her ear, "just eat. Get better."

He moved away so he could face her and she was wearing a crooked smile. They heard Wilson groan in the other room, and quickly moved away from each other. House went to the table to pack away the Chinese food and store it in her fridge while Cameron continued washing the dishes.

"How long was I out?" Wilson asked standing up and stretching.

"Oh, I don't know twenty minutes?" Cameron smiled, though Wilson couldn't see.

"I should get home. House, you ready?"

"For you, always," and winked at Wilson who just ignored his comment altogether.

Wilson and Cameron hugged and said their goodbyes and House simply turned and looked at her when Wilson was walking out the door. He smiled simply at her. That was enough. That was all she needed.