Greg was on his way home. Actually, he was walking up the stairs. He made it down the hallway where his apartment was, and turned the doorknob. He walked in, hung his coat up on a peg and collapsed on the couch. After a few minutes of collecting himself, he walked into the kitchen and took a small square glass out, which he filled with a small amount of ice and some scotch. He placed it on top of the piano and sat down. He took out his vicodin and set that down too. His fingers tapped lightly on the piano, starting out a sorrowful melody. It was downright morbid. However, he couldn't finish it. His mind wasn't on the piano, his mind was on Cameron. Jesus, the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. But if he didn't, would Vogler? He mulled this over in his head. Goddamn Cuddy, she was following Volger like a drugged puppy. He took a drink of his scotch.

Ten miles away, Allison Cameron was curled up in her warm, cozy apartment. There was a small, golden cat curled up on the couch next to her. The TV was on, but nothing interesting was playing right now. She sighed and stretched. She felt like shit. She had gone and asked him if he liked her. She stood there and watch emotions play across his face, his eyes. Everything in his answer said that he was lying. There was something there, so she hoped that tonight, when she tramped into his office, that he would admit it. He kind of did, actually, in his Dr. Greg House way. But she wanted him to tell her yes. That he...loved her. She loved him. She turned the TV off and stuck her foot out. She accidently prodded the cat, and it jumped up, gave her a annoyed look and stalked off into the bedroom. Cameron wondered if House liked cats. She giggled at the thought of him with a cat on his tummy, it purring away as he watched General Hospital. No, she didn't think she had a cat. What about a dog? No, he didn't seem like that, either. She took a drink of her pepsi on the coffee table, and made way into her bedroom.

The next morning dawned awkward. House fumbled for his Vicodin pills when he woke up. He got up, grabbed his cane, and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Same face, same everything. He had slept in his work pants and work shirt. Good thing too, as it was 7:25. He had 35 minutes to get his ass into the hospital, or Cuddy would be all over him. Her and that damn bastard Vogler.

Cameron was on her way to work just as House stepped into his car. She always arrived 15 minutes early, but today she didn't want to. She just wanted to be on time. However, when she got there, Foreman was lounging about in the conference room, reading the newspaper. Neither House or Chase seemed to be here now. Foreman gave her a sideways glance from his newspaper and nodded towards her and said hello. She acknowlegded him and opened the cabinet which held their mugs. House's Fire engine red one glared at her. Daring her to take it. She did. She took his red cup and filled it up with coffee and added a little sugar. She sat down at the table with Foreman and looked at the back of his paper. Forman noticed her drinking out of the red mug and said

"Whoa, Cameron, House is going to be pissed. That is his sacred mug."

Cameron Scoffed "Screw house."

Foreman dawned a grin and said

"I'm sure you'd like to."

She looked at him morbidly as he laughed and went back to his paper.

Chase strolled in and immediately noticed The red mug that Cameron was holding.

"Jesus, Cameron, being a bit adventurous today, eh?"

She didn't say anything. Let House be pissed if he wanted to.

Chase walked over and grabbed out his own cup, a plain Black one, poured some coffee, and proceeded to sit at the table and Veg out.

She heard the distinguishing sound of House coming down the hallway.

Seconds later, he pushed open the door.

"Hello, Kiddies, having fun, are we?"

His eyes settled on Cameron.

"That isn't my cup, is it?"

She nodded.

"Well jeez. If I had known that you we're going to steal my red coffee cup for revenge, then I would of gladly laid you out on my desk last night and we could of had a proper screwing."

Foreman collapsed his paper and looked at House with one raise eyebrow.

He didn't seem to notice.

He was rummaging around for another coffee cup. There was a very girly one with a pink kitty on it, but he wasn't about to take that.

Cameron finished the coffee, washed it out with water and handed it to House.

He raised one eyebrow at her and said

"Now, if I discover that you have laced this cup with drugs then I will, undoubtdly confess things that I would not like to confess to you, as well as the rest of the medical team. Or will that be your original intentions?"

To Chase and Foreman, House was acting very strange today.

"Alright, Children Whats the newest case today?"

"Erm, We haven't got one yet. Me and Foreman have clinic duty anyway today."

Said Chase.

House looked at Cameron and said

"Well then. Just me and My Girl today, eh?"

Cameron blushed, and Chase gave him a confused look.

Foreman sighed, shook his head, and walked out to do his clinic hours. Chase shortly followed.

House filled up his coffee cup, and went into his office.

He turned on the VCR, and proceeded to watch his taped episodes of General Hospital. Today would be a very long day.

Cameron watched him limp into his office and watch his taped episodes of whatever he was watching. She walked in, and stood behind him. He sighed, swallowed some Vicodin and tilted his head back. He jumped, which made Cameron giggle. She had scared him. He pressed the pause button on the remote and swiveled around.

"Yes?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you had anything for me to do."

"Well, you could be a good girl and run along and get my mail, eh?"

She obeyed, slipping out the door and walking down the hallway. House stared after her. He wanted to tell her so bad, but...He shook the thoughts out of his mind and turned them back to the TV.

Considerably later in the day, actually, 15 minutes before the hospital was due to close, he was still there. He had his I-pod on, and was listening to The Who again. After Vogler had disturbed his song and his air piano skills as well, he had wanted to listen to the whole damn song. His eyes popped open. Cameron was in the conference room, gathing her things getting ready to go home. He threw his red bouncy ball at the glass, capturing her attention and motioning for her to come over and talk to him. He leaned over, turned off his music and watched her approach.

"Alright, Are you doing anything Tommorow night?"

She couldn't believe this.

"Uh...No."

She found an answer.

"Well, do you like piano?"

"Yes, I do in fact."

"How would you feel about making a trip to my apartment and have a night filled with piano and good company?"

He wasn't acting like House at all.

"Oh, that would be awesome."

He gave her his apartment address and leaned back. He turned the music off again, dismissing her without saying anything. She had a huge smile on her face and turned to leave."

The next night came fast. Before she knew it, she was on her way to find House's apartment.