House returned to his office. He wasn't going to let this drop. He let his office door slam behind him and headed to his desk. He was stopped by the sight of Dr. Cameron. Oh, goody, he thought. This could be fun. "Hello, Dr. Cameron." There was a formal tone in his voice.

"Hello Dr. House" she replied. Something was different about her. House took a moment to study her. She wasn't wearing something new, her hair was the same as usual. Still, there was something.

"Do I have any cases today?" He knew he didn't, but he needed a little more time to figure out what was different.

"No, but there is some mail on your desk you need to look at."

"Thank you." He walked over to his desk, but she barely noticed. That's when he figured it out. She wasn't paying attention to him the way she usually did. Normally he was the center of her attention. She always looked at him when he spoke, and she always tried to engage him in conversation. It was annoying, but he sort of missed it.

Was he jealous? House couldn't even bare the thought. He would admit to caring about Dr. Cameron, as in caring whether she lived or died, but that was all. He didn't want to marry her or anything. Yeah, she was a pretty girl, but he was smart enough to know that would never work.

Still, the idea of her with someone else, no, the idea of her looking at someone else the way she used to look at him, was too much for him. He liked being the object of her desire. It made him feel, good. He knew he was being totally selfish, but he didn't care. He wanted his devoted little Cameron back.

"What's going on?" He asked, wishing he hadn't had to.

"Nothing." Cameron was playing cool, still looking down at the papers in front of her.

"Oh come on Dr. Cameron, something's up." He just couldn't let it go.

"Poor Dr House. Something is going on and he doesn't know what it is." She was teasing him. "That must be killing you. You just won't be happy until you know everything. Well, let me tell you something Dr House. You will never be happy." She was getting annoyed. It was going to be harder than they'd thought to keep the date a secret.

House made no reply. This threw Cameron off. She was expecting him to shoot back with some biting comment. She didn't suspect that he was being strategically silent, and secretly hoped that she had gotten to him, made him think about his life.

She still desperately wanted to help him. She might not be in love with him the way she used to, but that didn't mean she was going to just abandon him. She wanted him to know that.

"House, please, if you want to talk about it, just tell me." She didn't want to push the issue, but she knew he needed to talk, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"What "it" are you referring to?" He wasn't going to make this easy.

"You know what I am talking about." She paused, waiting for a response. When he said nothing, she decided to go on. "You know perfectly well that Dr. Wilson and I went on a date last night." House pretended to be shocked by the news. "Drop the act. I don't know how you found out, but it is obvious you did. You don't want to confront me and admit that it bothers you, so you are beating around bushes trying to get me to confess. Well, you win. I confess. I had a date with Dr. Wilson last night, and it was wonderful."

"Oh, do go on. This is most interesting."

She wanted to slap him, but she went on. The cat was out of the bag now, so she might as well get it all the way out. "We had a very romantic dinner, and talked. It was the nicest time I have had in a very long time. I know you are worried about me, but you don't have to be. I am a big girl, and I can take care of myself." He wasn't saying anything, and she was getting really aggravated. "You should be happy for us!"

"OK." House stood emotionless. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. What did he mean, OK. She was about to ask him, but Dr. Cuddy walked in.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" she asked. Feeling the tension in the room.

"No." Dr. Cameron said shortly. "I was just leaving." She turned and walked out.