Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Here's chapter three!

And yes (to answer your question lol), this will end up as House/Cameron… not like mushy gushy House/Cameron but hopefully believable House/Cameron. D

Chapter Three-

It had been two days and Cameron still hadn't showed up to work. She hadn't called in sick or called anyone of them since the day before the day before yesterday. Frankly, they were all a little bit worried.

"Cameron's not here today either?" Chase asked as he walked in.

"Nope," Replied Foreman, "And where's House at?"

"I'm over here!" House yelled and whispered at the same time.

Foreman looked around and didn't see him. Chase, however, noticed that House was lying on the ground when he just about tripped over his feet as he went to sit down.

"Bloody hell, why are you down there?" inquired Chase in a nasty tone.

House laughed, "I'm trying to look at things differently. Now if you would so kindly please flip that paper over; I've finished reading the first side."

Foreman obliged and flipped over the paper for him.

"Are you sure you weren't just hoping that Cameron would be here so you could look up her skirt?" Chase suggested, still mad that House had tripped him.

"You have such a dirty mind. I would never do such a thing!"

"Really Chase, House is perverted, but he's not that much of a pervert," Foreman put in, "Anyway, the girl who was attacked is going home later today or tomorrow."

"And Cuddy just sent us a new patient. She claims that it's going to be "a puzzle like you never solved before; very intriguing and interesting." At least, that's what she said."

"So," said Chase "Is it?"

"Well, I guess so. Can you do anything besides ask me pointless questions?" House complained and handed him the folder. "Have fun, I have clinic duty; I'll be back later."

"What?" replied Chase, but it was too late and he heard House yell "Tchau!" as he stepped onto the elevator.

((A/N – tchau is german for ciao…or basically... 'See ya!'))

Actually, House didn't have clinic duty; he was just going to leave. Possibly he would go home and chill out, but first he wanted to investigate where Cameron was. Cameron not being at work was more exciting than any patient; she had only been out sick one day and House knew it hadn't been because she had been sick. That was the day after they had that patient with AIDs. However, nothing had happened lately to make her miss work.

He stepped off of the elevator and ran right into Wilson who automatically gave him that crooked eyebrow look and interrogated House on the spot.

"You have clinic duty today?" He snapped, "You don't even go to clinic duty ninety-nine percent of the time."

"Uh, sure, let's go with that and what do you mean? I love clinic duty! It's so exciting!" House replied sarcastically.

"So, what's really going on?"

"Nothing; I thought I'd catch up on my clinic duty hours. See I figure if I do a ton of clinic duty now I figure I can get out of it for the rest of the month at least. I'm thinking outside of the box."

Wilson laughed, "Oh really, I thought Cuddy just assigned you a new patient. And I thought she said it was something you'd enjoy figuring out; a real puzzle."

"She told you? I really need to teach her how to keep a secret." He shook his head in mock dismay.

"So it wasn't exciting?"

"No, I'm sure it is, but I'm not into exciting things like that right now. Clinic duty sounds fun today. Treating patients who most likely have nothing wrong or have something so easy that I can just prescribe some pills… doesn't that sound so interesting?"

"You aren't serious, are you?" Wilson asked.

"Duh, clinic duty is the worst thing in the world. Geez, it took you long enough to figure out that I was lying," House said.

Wilson was slight confused, but that was expected when dealing with House, "So, what are you doing?"

"I'm just going to pretend like I'm doing clinic duty and then just casually take a stroll outside and then casually get into my car can casually slip the keys in and start it. Eventually I'll just casually end up at my house. How's that sound?"

"And why are you going to your house?"

"Oh, did I say my house? I meant Cameron's house."

"Because she's not here?"

"Precisely."

"So you're going to go and bug her while she's sick. God, House, she's probably sleeping or something. Leave her be and go do your job."

"She hasn't called in sick for the three days that she's not been here. She would have at least called in sick to tell us she wouldn't be coming in, don't you think?"

"I guess so, but I'm pretty sure it's nothing. It's Cameron, she'll be fine."

House gave Wilson a weird look.

"True, but it's still odd."

"Yes, we all know you live for the abnormal. I just hope Cuddy doesn't catch you. She'd be livid if she saw you were not only cutting Clinic duty anymore, but the other interesting part of your job, too."

House shrugged and glanced around the room; Cuddy was nowhere in sight. He made his way towards the door and almost made it out when one of the doctors stopped him.

"Excuse me Sir, but where are you going?" The short woman asked.

"Uh, who are you?"

"Dr. Cuddy's new secretary. I'll need your name and where you're going. I'm to make sure nobody is doing anything they aren't supposed to."

"Er, my name is Dr. Wilson. I left something in my car that I need to go get. I'll be back in a flash."

"You have five minutes."

"Yeah, thanks," House lied.

As he walked out the door her hoped that Wilson wouldn't get in trouble for this, but he doubted that Cuddy would think Wilson would just leave like this. He found his car and got inside. In about five minutes his car was warmed up and he popped in a new cd and was on the road. It was another ten minutes or so that he arrived at Cameron's apartment parking lot. He found a spot close to the door and parked.

He limped up to the door and let himself in. Another two minutes and he was outside of Cameron's door. He knocked twice and waited for a response.

Surprisingly, nobody answered. He knocked again and still received no reply. So, sort of anxiously, he got out a credit card and slipped in through the crack between the door and the wall. It opened; of course it did, that trick always worked.

"Hello? Cameron?" He yelled in a whisper.

Nobody answered and there wasn't any noise of any kind of movement at all. He took another step and looked down to find a pile of mail which he figured was enough for at least a few days. Curious, he picked it up and looked through.

So, he thought, se reads medical mags and Entertainment Weekly. That's weird, I never saw her as someone with any sort of clue as for what's hip in entertainment.

Some of the magazines were from a few days ago and House found that odd. If she was sick, should would have at least checked her mail. A cold doesn't keep a person from going into their living room and kitchen. He stepped over the rest of the mail lying on the floor and continued into the rest of her apartment. Only a few times had he seen her apartment, but he'd never actually been inside. The most he had done was stand outside of her door. He figured it would be interesting to take a look around and figure out what makes a Cameron tick.

Her living room was sort of plain. She had a TV, small sofa, treadmill, and a book shelf on one wall. The rest of the walls were a pale color and she had a few pictures on the wall. One was of her parents and the other was a scenic picture. She also had a desk which was entirely too neat. House went over and threw the mail on it to mess it up.

That's better, he thought.

He walked down a small hallway and found a bedroom. It too was neat and tidy.

"Cameron?" He asked the vacant room.

It really did seem that nobody was home. House called Wilson.

"Speak," Wilson picked up his cell phone in a slightly annoyed voice.

"She's not here."

"What? How did you get in her house?"

"Credit card; she's not in here. There's mail piled up for at least three days by her door."

"So? It's none of your business where she is. For all we know, she could have taken a vacation and not told anyone about it."

"Or there's something wrong? Can't you just take my side for once?"

"I'm your conscious, I'm supposed to give you an alternative and completely disagree with everything you say."

"Oh fine, have it your way; there's absolutely nothing wrong and I'll just ignore it. Happy?"

"No, that's so unlike you. Don't you know better than to lead and not follow? To not conform?" Wilson said sarcastically.

"Oh, so what put you in such a bad mood?" House probed.

"Actually, I'm in a good mood. You just have to bug me all the time and make me angry."

"Oh, like you wouldn't go looking for her if she hadn't shown up in a few days, right?"

"I never said I wasn't concerned, but I'm not…I'm not obsessed or anything."

House was insulted, "Well, I'm sorry dear old chap, but I must be going. Oh, and by the way Sir Wilson, thou canst forget staying at my place now; just for that comment."

Before Wilson could say anything in return, House pushed the end button and headed back into Cameron's kitchen to grab his coat.

End of Chapter 3

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