Cameron entered Houses office and found it to be completely silent and the blinds drawn, allowing very little light in. House was napping on his lounge chair in the corner with his cane still firmly in his hand as he slept. Cameron crept across the room and turned the lamp on, hoping the light would disturb House from his sleep without her having to wake him herself. However House was still deep within his slumber so Cameron sat beside him, positioning herself on the footstool beside House and gently nudged him.

"House," she whispered in concern. "House, where's Etta?

House gently arouse from his slumber and blinked his eyes to adjust to the light change. He groaned internally in annoyance as Cameron placed her hand on his arm. He really didn't want to be woken up, let only be woken up by sempiternal kindness.

"Wilson is pushing her around on a crash cart," House yawned loudly. He stretched his arms and rubbed his bad leg as he propped himself up the green lounge chair.

"Wilson? Crash cart? What?" Cameron questioned, hoping to clear her confusion. Why was Wilson pushing Etta around on a crash cart?

House pulled the string of the blinds and opened them to clear Cameron's discomposure as Wilson walked past the window of Houses office pushing a crash cart with the figure of a small baby inside a baby basket. Camerons eyes followed Wilson as he waved to Cameron before disappearing down the hall. It was quite the comical scene.

"Why is he doing that?" Cameron questioned half laughing as House got up and walked to his desk, leaning heavily on his polished wooden cane. The back of his dark green shirt was creased from his slumber and was visible to Cameron as he traveled to the side of his desk.

House yawned again, "she didn't get a good nights sleep last night. Pushing her around is the only way to get her asleep and seems as I only have one good leg and Wilson has two, I gave him the duty of getting her to sleep." House began shuffling through papers and files on the surface of his desk as Cameron rose to her feet.

"The blood samples were tested and nothing showed up." Cameron informed. "Chase is going to do more testing and Foreman is back in the kids room watching his vitals."

House nodded without looking up from the papers he was closely analyzing, "means you have some free time then."

Cameron put her hands on her slender hips and smiled, "yeah I do. I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"Nope, you can't." House said. Not bothering to remove his eyes as he flicked through his papers.

Ignoring this Cameron continued, "is everything going okay? Your a single parent now, you must be pretty stressed. It was definitely showing in this mornings differential."

House looked up from his papers and looked at Cameron firmly, "life is a breeze. Haven't you got something to do?"

Cameron frowned, "not according to you. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Actually I'm trying to avoid talking," House said. "Makes me feel all icky," he shrugged sarcastically.

Cameron sighed, "please stop deflecting."

"Please stop projecting," House replied. He could tell there was something that she wanted to talk about but was frustrated she couldn't, so by accusing him of being evasive would somehow make her feel okay about it. Usually House would chase her up about this and force the truth out of her, but he was far too tired for mind games.

"Your just trying to avoid speaking to me because you have feelings for me. Its childish and unnecessary and if you want-"

House stopped her sentence in its tracks and interrupted,"You know what I want?" He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and flopping his papers back onto his desk.

Cameron stood still in the middle of the office and made eye contact with House as he leaned against his desk. Maybe this would be the romantic moment that he would open up to her?

"I want to sleep," House whined. "I wanna take a shower," he said gesturing to his dribble stained shirt miserably. "I want to have a drink of scotch and watch TV all whilst my baby is asleep because when she wakes up I have to do this all over again."

Camerons heart was warmed by Houses whine. It was funny, lighthearted and sweet, even if it wasn't the great confession of love she wanted.

"House," Foreman said swiftly opening the door to the diagnostics office. "There's something wrong with the patient..."