Chase couldn't help but gaze at Cameron while she worked on her laptop. Last night was a surprise for them both. One moment he was handing over her keys and the next her mouth was on his.

Finally, Chase broke the silence. "Are we just not going to speak about this?"

Cameron didn't look up from the computer screen. "That's the plan."

Chase sighed, leaning back in chair. "Well, whatever that was… it was nice."

"I'm sure it was."

"And you're seriously not going to talk about it?"

"…"

"Okay, then." Chase stood up and traveled to the coffee pot. "Want any?"

"No thanks."

"Suit yourself," he muttered as he poured himself a cup of cooled coffee.

The glass lounge doors creaked open and House emerged. He carried a small, dark suitcase in one hand and clutched to his customary cane with the other. Chase took sudden interest in the bits of dried cream that had collected on the side of his coffee mug. Cameron had yet to tear her eyes away from her work. House began to speak but decided against it. Instead, he simply wondered to the doors to his own separate office.

"Well, that wasn't awkward at all."

Cameron sighed and slid her glasses from her nose and onto the table. "Actually, I will take some of that coffee."

"Oh, look at that," Chase said as he filled his mug to the brim. "It seems as if someone just drank the rest of the coffee."

Cameron smiled. "You're an ass." She tucked a piece of her silken hair behind her ear and looked out through the large bay window. The sun softly rose from the cityscape, casting smooth shadows across the office. Chase admired how the sun played with her hair and eyelashes. He suddenly realized how incredibly sappy his thoughts where getting.

Chase cleared his throat and sipped at the cup before attempting to return to the table. "What can I say? I was thirsty."

House could her Cameron's soft laughter from the room next door. He closed his eyes and willed his stomach to settle. Last night he had left the hospital in strange state of shock. He had not been able to even begin to process what he sense between Chase and Cameron. It was not until he had lain in the darkness of his bedroom that he had realized that he had felt a mixture of jealously and desire. Her flushed cheeks… her unbound hair….

He had smiled in the shadows as rolled onto his good side underneath the covers. Maybe he really had hired Cameron to get into her pants.

Author's Note: Because I have some other WIP's, this story will get update irregularily. But it is definitely not finished.