A/N: Sorry this chapter is alot shorter, I just wanted to get something out to you. Let me know what you all think.

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Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing them for a bit.

Title: Everyone likes a good puzzle
Pairing: Basically House/Cameron, others make an appearance.
Rating: Probably PG-13 I think, I'm not really sure.
Summary: What should have happened after Cameron's little speech in Honeymoon.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing with them for a bit.

Cameron slid down in her seat letting her head rest against the back of the booth. Her eyes drifted closed as her hand, seeming to have a mind of its own made its way over towards House. His hand was on the bench between them, she let her fingers skim across his hand. Afraid to just take his hand, not sure of how he would react. Instead she left her hand where her fingers were just barely touching his. Cameron opened her eyes when she felt House move his hand over hers. She looked up at House, who was talking to Wilson about a case or something. She wasn't really paying attention to what they were talking about. The alcohol seemed to be taking over now, at least she lasted longer than Chase. He had passed out about an hour ago and Foreman had to drive him home.

"You have pretty eyes." Cameron wanted suck the words back in the second they left her mouth. Stupid alcohol, maybe House hadn't heard her, it was kind of loud in here. She knew she wasn't that lucky when she looked up and saw the look on House's face.

"And your drunk, say goodnight to Wilson." House was sliding closer to her in the booth, he grabbed his cane before motioning for her to get up.

"I'm not drunk, slightly tipsy maybe." Cameron objected not moving to stand up, turning her body to look at House.

"Sure. Now move your ass, its time to go." House pushed against her until she started to slid out of the booth. She had to grab the side of the table to keep from falling over, when she moved over so that House could get up.

"Not drunk my ass." House muttered standing up and dropping a few bills on the table.

"You two behave and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Wilson called out to them before heading off to his car.

Cameron wasn't sure how it had happened, but she had found her self pinned against the couch. House's body weight was pinning her down, his eyes were locked on hers. The sound of their breathing echoed through the silent apartment.

"We should stop," House moved back sitting against the other end of the couch. He was trying to put as much space as possible between them.

"Why?" Cameron sat up on her side of the couch, sliding closer to House. The alcohol had given her an added bit of courage. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her, that was all she needed. Everything else could be worked out at some other time.

"Your drunk," Cameron had moved to his lap now careful to keep most of her weight off his bad leg, her lips moving along his jaw. His brain had just about stopped at this point.

"I'm not that drunk, I know what I'm doing. Are you afraid I won't respect you in the morning?" House let out a small chuckle, that turned into a moan when Cameron gently bit down on his neck.

"No, I'm afraid I won't." House muttered. Before pulling her mouth to his, parting her lips quickly to taste her. That was it no more words were needed, House had offered her an out and she hadn't taken it.

Cameron woke up the next morning to the sound of a phone ringing. Rolling over with her eyes still closed, she reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, I must have the wrong number."

"That's ok." Cameron turned the phone off, letting her head fall back down on the pillow. Her head had just hit the pillow when the phone started ringing. Cameron groaned before reaching out to grab the phone again.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you again but I'm looking for my son Greg House." Cameron opened her eyes that's when she remembered she wasn't in her apartment.

"Uh hold on please," Cameron rolled over and came face to face with a sleeping House. Cameron smiled as memories from the night before came flooding back.Cameron lifted her hand to House's face letting her fingers run over the stubble on his cheek. She let her fingers trail down his neck to his bare shoulder, before shaking his shoulder slightly.

"House?" Cameron shook his shoulder a little harder, when he didn't respond.

"What?" House grabbed her hand, his eyes still closed.

"Your moms on the phone."

"You answered my phone?" House opened one eye to peak out at her. He was laying on his stomach so only half of his face was visible.

"It woke me up," House rolled over onto his back. Cameron couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her lips when House leaned over her to grab the phone. The weight of his upper body pushing her into the mattress. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that only a thin sheet separated them. All to soon he was moving away with the phone in his hand.

Cameron slid out of the bed, wrapping a sheet from the bed around her. She slipped out of the room making her way to the living room picking up her clothes along the way. She dressed quickly grabbing one of House's shirts in place of hers. House defiantly didn't have patience for buttons. Cameron stuffed her tattered shirt into her purse, then made her way into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

"First you answer my phone, now your stealing my clothes" Cameron hadn't even heard him come into the living room. She had finished the coffee and was sitting on the couch with a cup in her hands, and a cup for House on the coffee table.

"You ripped my shirt, I suppose you would prefer for me to go topless." Cameron moved her legs off of the couch to make room for House to sit.

"I wouldn't complain," House sat down a lot closer than Cameron thought he would. Not that she was complaining, his arm brushing against her side when he took a drink of his coffee.

"So that was your mom?"

"No, little old women like calling my house. They get a kick out of pretending to be my mother." Cameron rolled her eyes, resting her head against the couch.

"Does she live around here?"

"No. She lives in Florida, and thanks to your phone answering skills she is insisting on meeting you." Cameron looked up at House to see if he was kidding or not. Not that you could ever really tell with him anyways.

"Why?" House moved his hand to her thigh rubbing gently. When he saw the look of panic cross her face.

"Don't worry she's not as bad as me,"

"When is she coming?"

"Tonight, she was calling to remind me."

"I should probably get going then. Let you get things ready, if you don't mind giving me a ride back to my car or I could take a cab." Cameron was twisting the bottom of her shirt around her finger. This was what she wanted. Why was she running now that she had it? Now that she had him, Did she really have him? She was afraid to ask, not wanting to push him. She knew all to well what happened when she pushed him.

"Stop before you ruin my shirt. Just relax and watch tv for a bit." House put his hand over hers stilling her movements, ignoring her comment about leaving. Then used his free hand to turn on an episode of general hospital.

TBC Review and let me know what you think. Let me know if you want House's mom to really come or not. I'm not really sure about that bit yet.