"Good morning House, can I have a word?" – Kate was standing next to the nursing station going over the changes in medication's schedules with a nurse when she heard familiar foot steps.

"What's that?"- asked House pointing towards the large Labrador with his cane

"It's a guide dog. They are very clever." – said one of the patients stroking the dog.

"Thank you for alighting me."

"Tom, why don't you give Zoi some water? You know where we keep her bowl." – said Kate in an encouraging tone of voice giving Tom the lead.

"I thought you know the way around your own department."

"I do. Zoi is here to help me during a group therapy session."

"Do you expect me to attend?"

"Most definitely not! One contribution from you and I will have to spend next two weeks explaining to those people what sarcasm is all about and that they are not really worthless. I want you out of here straight after breakfast."

"I don't want breakfast. Hospital food is disgusting."

"Fair enough. You will be in the clinic early and that should keep dr Cuddy happy. Have some of those on your way there." – Kate thrown a packet of dried fruits at House.

"Now you are starting to mother me."

"I have a real kid, no need for a substitute. Consider it as a part of treatment, prophylaxis of hypoglycaemia. When you are not busy hiding from your patients you can feel this one for me" – Kate handed House a piece of paper.

"MPQ? You are not serious!"

"Be honest. All I need to know is the final score." – Kate smiled and walked away carrying a pile of charts and a squeaky toy for Zoi.

As Kate walked past the ladies room later that day she heard someone crying inside. She stopped to listen for a while. Crying did not stop, it was getting louder and louder. She decided to get in and check. She was expecting to find distressed relative or patient or possibly one of her own students as she had handed out feedback forms for that semester.

"Excuse me. Are you hurt? I heard you crying and I though I will check if everything is alright. "

"Nothing is alright!"

"Dr Cameron?" – Kate was surprised. She has spoken with Cameron only once before but she could remember her voice well enough to recognise her. Kate did not get an answer. Cameron was whipping hysterically choking on her own tears.

"You need to calm down. Would you like to come with me?"

"Why?" – Cameron said trying hard to stop crying but she just couldn't

"I have a feeling that you may want to talk with someone but I haven't been counselling anyone in the toilet since my fresher's year at college so maybe we can go to my office."

Cameron stood up slowly and followed Kate. She was still crying although she was trying to keep as quiet as possible not to draw attention of bystanders to herself. When they got to Kate's office she was sat in the chair and offered a cup of hot, strongly smelling liquid.

"What's that?"

"Camomile tea. Hopefully it will prove enough to calm you down a bit."

Kate sat patiently in her chair listening to Cameron sobbing getting quieter and quieter until it finally stopped and was replaced by sounds of nose blowing.

"Ok. Would you like to tell me what was that about?"

"Cindy has died couple of hours ago…"

"I am really sorry. Was Cindy a close friend, sister perhaps?"

"No, she was a patient. I met her couple of months ago in the clinic…"

"What's so special about her?"

"Excuse me?"

"You work in hospital, people die around here all the time but you are not reduced to tears every day. So what was different about Cindy?"

"I don't know. She remained me about…"- Cameron went quiet trying to suppress tears.

"About your husband?"

"Is it what you think?"

"You really want to know what I think?"

"Not particularly. You are going to say something cruel like House when we… had this conversation over dinner."

"I can only imagine what he is able to say on a date. If it touched you so deeply I bet there was some truth in it though. "

"I have calmed down. Thank you for your time but I should be going now."

"Of course, you may wish to arrange an appointment with her though." – Kate gave Cameron a piece of paper with name and telephone number on it written somewhat awkwardly in capital letters.

"Who is she?"

"Psychotherapist. She is rally good in bereavement counselling… and childhood abuse."

When Cameron left Kate took a tape out of her draw and put it on. She was listening over and over again to standard answering machine greating followed by a short massage:

"Hunny, I need to stay at work longer then I planned. Could you arrange for Becky to pick Melissa up? Don't wait with dinner; you know that those faculty meetings can take ages. I love you."

AN: I don't like this chapter that much. I found it difficult to write Cameron so her lines are not very much in character. I hope it won't bring any flames on. Please review and tell me what you think about this. Any coments welcomed. I am not intendeeing to reduce myself to beging for reviews but as I am almost on my knees at the moment you may take pity and hit that button. ;)