House gave a cursory glance to the young doctor who entered his office, and blinked. He looked up again. No, he wasn't seeing things. Dr. Cameron was wearing cat ears.

She felt his eyes on her as she was flipping through charts and looked up, straight into his eyes, daring him to say something.

Chase and Foreman filtered into the room, aware of an underlying current of energy.

House opened his mouth, and thought better of it, and looked down at his gameboy again.

"Go ahead," Cameron said, "say it!"

House looked up at her again with renewed interest. The ears apparently brought out a bold streak that he was unaware of.

"All right Dr. Cameron," House said, leaning forward on the desk, "but I warn you, it isn't suitable for virgin ears."

Cameron rolled her eyes.

"I was about to say that I had no idea that I'd have a chance to stare at some pussy this early in the morning."

Chase's jaw dropped and Foreman made a slight whistling sound as he sucked air in.

Cameron nodded. "Nice. At least I have some spirit. It is Halloween, House. I figured you'd be all over the chance to scare small children. But then you do that every day don't you?"

Foreman grabbed Chase's shoulder and steered him into the conference room. "Let's let them duke this one out by themselves," he whispered.

"No way. I want to watch."

Foreman yanked Chase into the room, and steered him over to the coffee pot.

Cameron tossed several files onto House's desk, and walked into the conference room. House noted that there was a six inch piece of furry tail hanging out from underneath her lab coat.

He stood up and walked into the room following her.

"Halloween happens to be my favorite holiday," he said with a smirk. "It's all about me. I get to go scare people and get candy. No giving gifts to other people or having to consider anyone else's feelings."

Foreman rolled his eyes. "Figures," he muttered.

"Where's your spirit Foreman? Or did they not go trick or treating in the ghetto?" House said, fixing the doctor with a stare.

Foreman fought the instinct to flip House off, and instead pulled a mask out of his pocket. "I don't see your costume," he remarked dryly.

House sniffed. "Au contraire," he said, unbuttoning his coat. The black tee-shirt that he wore underneath it bore the words "This is my costume. Deal with it."

The three doctors rolled their eyes, but House noted that Cameron was fighting a smile.

"Why aren't you ganging up on the Aussie?" He said with a grin.

"Hey now, Halloween is more of an American thing," Chase said. "We celebrate Guy Fawkes Eve."

Foreman looked over at Chase. "Who the hell was Guy Fawkes?"

Chase considered the question for a moment. "I have no bloody clue," he responded.

House sighed and cleared his throat. "Remember, remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot, I see no reason why gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot." He cast a critical eye at the blonde doctor. "Tsk tsk Dr. Chase. Forgetting history? And they say that the American educational system is failing."

Chase's face turned scarlett and he muttered something under his breath.

"That would be far more impressive if I didn't know that you googled that this morning just to torment Chase," Wilson said from the doorway.

House turned to Wilson. "Spoilsport," he began, and stopped, when he realized that Wilson was wearing a clown nose. "You have this thing on your face," he said.

"I'm going to visit the Children's Ward," Wilson said. "Do you think they'll like the tie?" He opened his lab coat and pressed a button. The tie, black with orange bats, started flashing and a tinny, mechanized tune started to play. It was the Addams Family theme song.

House rolled his eyes. "Where on earth did you get that travesty?"

"Internet," Wilson said, unfazed.

Cameron smiled delightedly. "They'll love it. Are you giving out candy?"

Wilson nodded. "I have a few bags of snickers and some skittles…"

"Hey! You said you didn't buy snickers this year!" House protested.

"I said I didn't buy snickers for you," Wilson corrected. "Last year between you and Cuddy, I had to run out and get more before the day was out."

"Are you implying that I stole candy from you Dr. Wilson?" Cuddy said from the doorway.

Wilson jumped slightly and turned apologetically to face the Dean of Medicine.

They were all slightly taken aback to see a large velvet witch's hat perched on her head. "Can it House," she said before House could open his mouth.

Wilson smiled at her. "Very nice."

She winked. "I promise I won't raid the goody bags. I brought my own this year." She tossed a few candy bars on the conference room table.

House eyed them suspiciously. "Those look like those zero carb candy bars," he said sourly.

"They are," Cuddy said.

"They taste like crayons." He said, and shuddered.

She nodded ruefully. "Why do you think I'm letting you have any?"

"Excellent point," House said with a sigh.

"Now, clinic, all of you!" She said.

"Or you'll turn us into toads?" House said, eyes twinkling.

"I can think of worse things to do to you, House," Cuddy said severely. "Things that involve extra clinic hours. And maybe giving out candy to the children in the oncology ward. And giving them hugs."

House shuddered. "Clinic duty sounds delightful," he said with a sigh.

That evening the team regrouped in the conference room. House was seated at his desk, the stick from a gum filled lolipop protruding from his lips.

"So does anyone want to come over and help me hand out candy?" Cameron asked timidly.

Foreman shrugged. "Can we order takeout?"

"Sure, why not?"

Chase nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like fun."

"We can rent scary movies," Cameron said with a smile. "I have the whole Romero series of zombie flicks."

"You like scary movies?" Foreman asked.

Cameron nodded. "In school we'd all get together and rent all of one series, like all of the Nightmare on Elm Streets and spend a whole weekend watching them."

"You aren't scared of the boogieman?" Chase said ominously.

"Why would she be? We work with him everyday," Foreman said with a grin.

Three pairs of eyes stole over to the figure hunched over the desk. He didn't appear to have heard them.

"Chase have you ever carved a jack-o-lantern?" Cameron asked.

"No." Chase responded.

"Neither have I," Foreman said.

"You're kidding!" Cameron said. "Why not?"

Foreman shrugged. "They would just get smashed by the neighborhood punks. We had paper ones in the window."

Cameron looked at both of them incredulously. "That does it!" She said firmly. "My house. But first you guys need to go get some pumpkins."

"Where are we going to do that?" Chase asked.

"Any grocery store should have them," Cameron said. "Okay Foreman, get some pumpkins and Chase go to a drugstore or something and see if they have any of those stencil kits."

"Isn't it a waste of time to carve a pumpkin just for tonight and then throw it away tomorrow?" Foreman asked.

"Throw them away?" Cameron said, "You make pies out of them!"

"Pies," Chase said slowly.

"Yes. And roast the seeds." Cameron said shaking her head. "You have no clue do you?"

"Apparently not," Chase said eyeing Foreman.

"Great," Cameron said with a smile. "Let's get moving, I have to straighten up a bit." She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her purse. "Here. Get some beer or something."

Foreman pocketed the money. "Sure thing Pussycat."

Cameron blushed.

"You're not going to invite him are you?" Chase said, peering over at the figure who was engrossed in a game.

Cameron looked at House for a few seconds. "If I did he wouldn't come," she said softly.

Foreman and Chase exchanged a look. "Okay," Foreman said, "and on that note, we'll see you in an hour or so."

Cameron smiled brightly. "Chase," she said. "Make sure you show up with a costume."

"Right," Chase said, bewildered.

Chase and Foreman walked down the hallway. "Dear god, she turned into Susie Homemaker didn't she?" Chase said.

Foreman shrugged. "She's lonely."

"Why would a beautiful girl be lonely?" Chase argued.

Foreman sighed. "She's beautiful and smart. Not a combination that most men like. Most women for that matter. We really should be nicer to her. She's a sweet girl."

Chase narrowed his eyes. "You told me that it was a bad idea."

Foreman nodded. "It is a bad idea. She's like a little sister, you know?"

Chase shook his head. "No, I don't. Maybe like the brother and sister on Lost."

Foreman smacked Chase on the back of the head. "You're sick. Meet you at Cam's soon."

Cameron walked into House's office. She stood in front of the desk and drummed her fingers on the desktop till he looked up in annoyance.

Annoyance slowly melted into wonder as he finally got a good look at the woman standing in front of him. She had taken off the labcoat and loosened her hair, which was touseled and looked incredibly soft. The cat ears protruded from the top of her head. She had wrapped the fuzzy tail around her arm and was toying with the tip.

House closed his eyes and took a breath which he hoped came off as exasperation. "Problems there Catwoman?"

Her eyes were incredibly green. "Would you," she began nervously. "Are you doing anything tonight?"

He set the gameboy on the desk and leaned back in the chair. "Why?"

She looked down and started to pull the fluff out of the tip of her tail. "Foreman and Chase are coming over to learn how to carve jack-o-lanterns. Hand out candy. Maybe watch Dawn of the Dead."

"You own Dawn of the Dead?" House asked in disbelief.

"Both of them," she said. "And Land of the Dead."

"The new one?"

She nodded. "I have most movies that end in 'of the dead'. I'm hoping…" she blushed.

"You're hoping…" House said with a wave of his hand.

Cameron gave a wicked smile. "I'm hoping that Chase gets so scared he cries."

"Why Dr. Cameron. That's positively evil." House said with a smile.

"So you'll come?" Cameron said, cursing herself inwardly for the hopeful tone of her voice.

House shrugged. "I make no promises."

Crestfallen, Cameron nodded. "Okay. So if you show, you show?"

House nodded. "Wilson and I were thinking about tee-peeing Cuddy's front yard."

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't!"

House nodded. "You're right." We did that last year. "I'll consider it."

She smiled sadly. "Of course Dr. House."

She turned to walk out. House tilted his head and watched the pinned-on tail twitch as she walked out the door. Wilson ran into Cameron outside the office. They exchanged a few words and then Cameron waved and walked down the hall.

Wilson walked in and sat down in the chair across from House's desk. "Did you see that? Mee-yow!"

House rolled his eyes. "Grow up."

"So are we going?" Wilson said, fiddling with his tie.

"Going?"

"To Cameron's. Hand out candy, pizza, beer. Zombie movies."

House shrugged. "Hadn't made a decision either way yet."

Wilson stopped and narrowed his eyes. "House," he said seriously. "A beautiful woman is inviting you over to her house for candy, beer and zombie movies."

House nodded. "She doesn't really seem like the type does she?"

Wilson shook his head. "She's perfect. She even liked the monster trucks didn't she."

House grunted noncommittally.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Wilson said, and edge of hysteria on his voice.

House sighed. "We'd have to get costumes."

"I have a cape and some fangs in my car." Wilson said.

"Kinky."

"Shut up."

House pursed his lips. "Fine, but only because I want to see the Aussie cry."

Wilson grinned. "So are you sticking to the t-shirt theme? Or are you dressing up like a serial killer or what?"

House furrowed his brow in thought. "I have an idea. Meet me at my house. Bring some ace bandages and a set of crutches."

Wilson raised his eyebrow. "Dare I ask?"

"You'll see. You're driving. And we should get some good beer. God knows what kind of crap Foreman will pick up. Colt 45 or something."

Wilson shook his head and grinned. "Fine. See you in an hour?"

"Sure."

Wilson headed down to the car. He stowed the crutches in the back and place the bag of ace bandages on the back seat. Whatever House's costume idea was, it was involved.

It was good to see House getting involved socially. He sat down and mentally made a list. First stop, liquor store. Corona… no… Heineken. Definitely.