AN: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short but I couldn't let you guys wait anymore. I know how much this story is loved and it's been a little hard for me to write lately. I'm feeling I'm in a bit of a slump. But I am trying! Do not think that I'm giving up, because I'm not. I hope you guys like this chapter even if it's so short and that I get reviews like I always do. Reviews make me want to keep writing. Enjoy!

~30~

Cuddy groaned when she shut the door to her car, and then grabbed her steaming thermos of coffee from the roof, before she entered into the hospital lobby. Instead of her usual route of going straight to her office, she walked behind the nurse's desk and straight to the elevator. The short ride took her to the floor of Diagnostics medicine, causing her to quickly walk to the conference room that belonged to House's team. She was greeted by Foreman and Chase when she walked inside and put her purse on the large table. "You made me come in this early to lie to a patient's wife?" she questioned tiredly.

Forman grimaced and watched as she took a long drink from her thermos. "Just tell her that something happened with her insurance or something. We want to talk to Michael without his wife being around."

"Please tell me that House came up with this idea?" she asked with a huff.

House stared at the wall full of the lipstick writing that he had made the night before and sighed before he popped a Vicodin. "House, our flight is boarding in twenty minutes. Let's go!" Cameron exclaimed as she tugged on his coat sleeve.

"We can take a later one," House mumbled back, half in thought.

Cameron sighed. "Greg, they can't leave without us. We checked in our bags."

He looked over at her sympathetically as his phone rang, making him quickly dig into his coat pocket to retrieve it. "Are we in?" he asked into the line.

Foreman answered on the other end. "Yeah. We moved the speakerphone into his room."

"Hi, I'm Gregory House. I'm your attending physician. Your wife's not in the room, so start talking," House stated.

"They took my stain!" Mike yelled. "I couldn't tackle the bear. They took my stain."

"Okay," House said, "You can shut up now. Foreman, give him the list again."

Foreman pulled up the whiteboard and began to name off things. "Let us know if something is right. Dirty, soiled, pain, brain…"

"Yes!" Mike yelled.

"Where does that get us?" Chase asked. "Were already paying plenty of attention to his brain, we've done an MRI and a CT scan."

"Are we sure he wasn't reacting to pain? He's been on painkillers," Foreman pointed out.

Mike sighed. "I dissuade the tonal category," he stated.

"Oh please," House groaned. "Mr. sleeping pills, amphetamines, bring me up, bring me down."

The airport announcer suddenly droned over the loudspeaker, "Will passenger Gregory House, please report to Gate seven. Gregory House to Gate seven please."

Cameron sighed. "House, we need to go."

"Not yet," he replied as he stared at the marked up wall as something suddenly crossed his mind. "Ever hear this one? Build a house, each wall has a southern exposure, a big bear comes wandering by, what color is the bear?" he asked into the phone.

Foreman furrowed his brow. "White, It's a polar bear; you built your house in the North Pole," he answered, only for Mike to reach out and grab his arm and shake it.

"Polar," House stated. "Whatever your name is, patient, are you bipolar?" he asked.

Mike nodded at Foreman and chase vigorously and continued to shake Foreman's arm.

"What's he doing?" House asked. "Is he nodding?"

"Yes!" Mike yelled.

"Topamax isn't just off-labeled for weight loss. It's off-labeled for mood disorders. Plenty of bipolar people are manic in the daytime, depressive at night," House explained. "He's been medicating for years with alcohol and sleeping through the bad hours. It explains the danger journalism, explains everything including the kitchen sink. Ok, technically it's kitchen cabinets. He starts a project, and then he stops."

"Except that bipolar disorder doesn't cause seizures," Chase noted.

"It doesn't shut down your kidneys either," House replied, only to get interrupted by a security guard.

"Sir, could I see your ID please?" the man asked.

"I'm on the phone," House answered, but pulled out his wallet and handed it over to him.

"Now, please," the security guard stated, and then took his ID to look at it.

"House?" Chase called out.

The security guard sighed. "Gregory House," The man took House's cellphone, making House sigh and stare down at it.

"I'm a doctor," House told the man, "This is an emergency call."

"I'm sorry sir, you'll have to come with me," the security guard replied as he looked at House's ID, still holding onto his cellphone.

"I'm not going anywhere," House countered, making the security guard scoff.

"You really going to take me on?" the man asked.

House smirked. "I kick, and I bite." Cameron sighed and rolled her eyes before she readjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

"House, do you really have to fight them?" she asked.

The security guys rolled his eyes and handed House his ID and cell phone back. "You're either on that plane, or you're going into custody."

"House are you there?" Chase called out, just as House put the phone back up to his ear.

"Being bipolar makes you take risks, you seek excitement. You make up stories," House stated.

Mike rolled his eyes. "I dine valuate a lever," he groaned in an indignant manner.

"Fine, maybe your stories are legit," House replied. "People would start to wonder. Annoyed politicians, entire governments would be on your ass. You couldn't tell anybody you were bipolar, which was fine. Until you fell in love." He looked over at Cameron and smiled. "You wanted that life and you hear that there's a surgical cure, give the woman you love the life she wants. All you have to do is change. Bilateral cingulotomy, an experimental surgery that some people claim helps mood disorders."

Foreman widened his eyes. "If it's done by gamma knife, there's no trace of cutting. That's the neural scarring we saw on the MRI."

"Which doesn't explain anything. It wasn't in the right area," Chase commented.

"It's not the surgery, it's the secrecy! What causes recurring fever? The Neurological problems, lethargies that you fight with caffeine pills and amphetamines. It wasn't your secret psych disorder; it was your secret daily drug use. It was the secret trip, and your secret surgery in Caracas or Buenos Aires, which by the way didn't work given the state of your kitchen cabinets," House explained.

Unknown to House Cuddy and Mike's wife had walked into Mike's hospital room causing Foreman and Chase to freeze. "House! Shut up," Foreman shushed.

"What?" House asked. "What's going on?"

"Is he right?" Mike's wife asked him, causing Mike to reluctantly nod. "Your doctors... know you better than I do. That man on the speakerphone, he never even met you and he knows you better than I do." Mike crossed his arms over his heart. "You love me?"

Mike nodded again. "Y-yes."

"You just don't trust me," his wife stated and watched as Mike began to cry silent tears.

"Get some blood on a slide," House said. "Do not put it through a computer this time."

"Yep!" Foreman said, and then hung up the phone.

Fore sat in the lab crouched over a microscope as he looked at Mike's blood. The slide could be seen swarming with parasites. "Cerebral malaria."

Chase nodded and moved from leaning against the lab's counter top. "I'll get him started on intravenous quinidine."

Back at the airport Cameron walked beside House, who was being pushed in a wheel chair as they finally boarded their flight. "I'm counting on you to get me off the no fly list," he teased as he looked up at her.

"Oh really now?" she asked, although she reached over and squeezed his shoulder. "What about what you said earlier? Will you tell me more about that?"

House smirked. "We'll see when we get back."

Cameron yawned as they made it back to House's apartment. "That flight took a lot longer than it seemed to be." She dropped her duffle to rest behind the couch then turned to look at House, whom had just shut the door and was now just staring at her. "What?"

House slowly walked up to her and wrapped one arm around her so he could pull her to his chest. "Nothing," he murmured, then captured her lips with his.

When they had to pull away for air, Cameron smiled and pecked his lips, then his scruffy jaw. "You did great with that case. I'm glad you saved him."

He shrugged as his hand travelled just beneath her shirt to caress the small of her back. "I saw something they didn't. It's usually how it works."

Cameron chuckled and kissed him again. "Either way, I'm glad for it."

"Should we celebrate?" House asked, his voice gravelly.

"How would you like to do that?" she asked back in a purr.

House smirked and began to gently lead her towards the bedroom. "Follow me and we'll find out."