AN: The conversation with Cameron and Wilson was originally between Cameron and Chase and there was a lot more flirty-flirt flirting for those that don't remember…

Whatever It Takes

Thirteen walked into Cameron's office after having to secretly tear away from everyone… which was very hard because Amber wanted to know her story so bad, she was practically stalking her… BUT! She got away. She locked the door and turned to her girlfriend, who was doing paperwork.

"Okay… So… House? Gone."

Cameron knit her brows, "Why are we surprised?"

"Because of how he left." Thirteen said in a 'duh' voice.

"And how did he leave?"

"With this suit that came in, pulled out his picture and took him away…"

Cameron was now interested, "And what did he say?"

"That he was on a secret mission with the CIA…"

Cameron considered this and nodded, "I wouldn't be surprised with that…"

"Come on, babe! The CIA?"

Cameron leaned back in her chair with her hands up in surrender, "You're the one tweaking out about it…"

"I am not, shut up." She sat down. She waited a minute or two before she got to her other point, "Did Amber and Taub come down here and see you today?" Allison nodded, "They asked for your opinion on our patient?" Another nod, "What happened?"

She looked from side to side, "I told them that I wasn't going to sell Foreman down the river…. But all House cares about is results…"

Thirteen looked to the side and back again, "Forewarning? I think Foreman is going to come down here and try to kick your ass…"

"What? Why?"

"Because you did sell him down the river, Babe.." She gave her lover a look, "He's pissed because you told them to defy him…"

Cameron looked at her girlfriend, "I told them the truth. Not because it's what they wanted to hear, but because it's the truth… House wants results. He doesn't really give a damn about anything else."

"You really think Foreman is gonna see that part of it?"

"Probably not…"

"Is it bad that I already want to kick his ass?"

"You are not going to kick anyone's ass… I know you think you will one day, but you won't." The blonde raised a brow.

Thirteen 'hmphed' in her chair.

"I'll tell you something you can do though…" The blonde continued in her sexy voice.

Thirteen only grinned back at her girlfriend.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron was walking back to talk to the sweet little old fragile lady that she had been taking care of, but when she pulled the curtain and found Foreman she couldn't help but be surprised… even though she wasn't.

"Oh…Hi… What are you doing here?"

"Just came to say 'hi'."

"Hi again. Where's... Mrs. Berman?"

"Sent her home."

"I was scheduling her for an MRA."

Foreman shrugged, "If we gave MRAs to every patient with a headache..."

Cameron stared at him, "This wasn't just a headache, it was the worst in her life."

"Then lucky for you I'm a neurologist. She went to a wine and cheese tasting. Both triggers for migraines."

"She's never had a migraine before."

"And I never had a blueberry bagel before the first time I had one."

Cameron's eyes flashed with heat, "Bagels don't kill people. This is a classic ticking-bomb aneurysm."

"Wow. This taught me a lesson. I guess when I mess with other people's patients, I risk looking like an officious bitch." He got up and left.

She looked around and grabbed a nurse, "We're gonna have to track down Mrs. Berman." Then she saw the old lady come back from giving a urine sample, "Wait... Never mind." She looked back to the nurse, who nodded.

She jut her jaw to the side and shook her head. That went better than expected…

~0~0~0~0~0~

"That's funny." James said as Cameron sat across from him at his desk.

"It's not funny. It's totally immature."

He was still laughing, "It is funny. You just can't appreciate it because you're the victim."

"Yeah, I deserve shame and ridicule for offering a consult. Unheard of for a doctor."

"You didn't offer a medical consult. You offered a 'Dealing with Foreman' consult…"

Cameron gave him a look, "For the good of the patient. It's what House would have done."

"Maybe House will hear about it and tear up with pride."

Cameron squinted and stared, "You… of all people know that I am not trying to impress House…"

"Yes, I know… It's just that, for someone who's not involved in his team, you're remarkably involved in his team…"

"You too!"

"He's my best friend!"

"… Yes. Exactly." Cameron looked at him and he nodded, "And… let's just say that I have something precious riding on this… on House's new team… so I meddled a little bit, whoopsie, my bad." She finished sarcastically.

Before Wilson could say anything in response… before he could state his suspicion, his phone started ringing, "It's House.. I've been trying him all day." Cameron started to leave, but Wilson stopped her, "No, it's fine! I'll just put it on speaker…" He answered the call, "I was wondering when you'd grow bored of avoiding my calls."

They heard his voice on the other end, "Oh, I can never grow bored of ignoring you. What's the latest protocol on Waldenstrom's?"

"Where are you?"

"CIA headquarters."

Cameron knit her brows… he usually doesn't use the same lie twice… And Wilson saw her confused look and knew that she knew something he didn't.

"How much fludarabine...?""

"Either you're sprawled naked on your floor with an empty bottle of Vicodin, or collapsed naked in front of your computer with an empty bottle of Viagra. Please tell me which, because Chase has another pool going."

"They flew me in to help deal with a sick employee. How much...?"

"Hallucinations. Damn! I shouldn't have bet on the Viagra."

"Okay, call the Langley switchboard, ask for extension... Three five seven eight." Then the line went dead.

Wilson looked back at her, "What was that look for?"

"He already used that one today… I asked them, when they came for the consult, what House thought and they said that he was on a secret mission for the CIA…"

Wilson Knit his brows and went to the phone to get to the appropriate extension. After getting there, they heard House's voice, "Inspector Gadget."

"My God. You're actually at the CIA."

"You've gotta get down here. They've got a satellite aimed directly into Cuddy's vagina. I told them the chances of invasion are slim to none, but... Waldenstrom's."

"Recommended dose is twenty-five milligrams per meter squared. They do a background check on you?... They did a background check on you, they did a background check on your friends."

"Relax. I'm sure they already know that you brought heroin back from Afghanistan."

"That... that's not true. I've never been to Afghanistan. House?" Cameron was laughing by the time Wilson hung up the phone.

"That's the part you defend yourself over? Never having been to Afghanistan? Not the heroin part?"

"Oh shit!" Wilson stared at the phone.

~0~0~0~0~0~

As Cameron's day ended, she found Foreman in the doctor's lounge, "Hey."

Foreman, obviously crestfallen looked at her, "Hey."

She walked over and set her stuff down, "When... when you were dying, you tried to infect me. Because you knew I'd fight for you if I thought I was dying too."

"You bringing this up now so I'll forgive you for messing with my patient?" He asked.

"I'm happy I changed jobs. But I know I'll never have that sort of... excitement."

"You miss people trying to kill you?" He deadpanned.

"No. I miss... people doing whatever it takes to get the job done… I guess that's why I'm having trouble giving it up. I shouldn't have helped them mess with your patient."

"They had to screw with me. I've gotten everything wrong."

"I don't believe it. You're not gonna get everything right. But you're never gonna get everything wrong." She smiled and patted his leg before she got up and picked back up her things before she left.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Remy walked into Allison's apartment the next evening. She stared at her girlfriend and stood stalk still for a bit until finally Allison couldn't take it anymore, "What?"

"Brennan…" She shook her head, still in shock, "He… gave our patient Polio…" She knit her brows, "And then tried to prove that we could cure it with Vitamin C… The whole time Foreman was right…" She threw her hands up in the air, "It was just a heat stroke, but Brennan… she went through all of that… because of him." She plopped down right where she was and looked up at Allison, "Polio!" She said louder than an indoor voice should be, "Polio…" She said it again, "That dude was fucking crazy!"

"I assume he's the one that got fired this week?" Remy looked up at her girlfriend's statement and waited for something… useful, "Alcohol? Sex? Early bedtime?"

Remy couldn't left but look down and grin as those were the three things she wanted in that moment.