Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfics or having dreams about T.V. crossovers.
Dr. Allison Cameron's colleagues had noticed a change in her demeanor over a span of a month, and she definitely wasn't her normal cheery self. To be blunt, she was just messed up. She looked hungover most of the time and could also be described as a zombie at times. That look includes unbrushed hair, little to no make-up, and disheveled clothes. She completely ignored everyone around her who asked her if something was wrong. If they were asking her for coffee or to take a patient to get an MRI test done, she would say "Sure", give a brief smile, and go off to follow the order. When it came to telling patients that they were going to die, live, or needed to have a surgery, she had developed a bedside manner that could've been compared to House's, much to everyone's surprise.
It was Friday and Cameron was just about to leave the hospital when Cuddy caught her at the door.
"Dr. Cameron, is everything okay? You've been acting a bit...off for the last few weeks," she said to the younger woman.
"I'm fine...Everything's fine. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you've been ignoring the whole staff, your attitude has scared a few patients, and you really don't look well."
Cameron sighed and closed her eyes. Then she said, "I'm fine. Nothing's going on.I just want to get home now."
"All right...enjoy your weekend, Allison."
"You too, Dr. Cuddy."
She turned away and exited the hospital. Cuddy watched Cameron through the glass doors and turned away, walking back to the elevator. She pressed the Up button and waited. The doors opened after a while, revealing Wilson and House leaning on the side of the elevator wall. She entered and pressed the button to her floor. She started tapping her foot lightly and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Any idea why Miss Sunshine isn't sunshine-y anymore?" House asked.
"I have no idea. She won't confess to any problems." Cuddy replied, sighing.
"Well, at least she actually spoke to you. Aussie boy and Foreman couldn't crack through her newly acquired shield."
"We have to find out what's wrong with her. She may be suicidal, depressed...or even homicidal," Wilson said, out of the blue.
House gave him a look of suspicion and asked," When did you become such an expert on diagnosing these things, Cancer Boy?"
Wilson's answer came quickly.
"I didn't say I was! She just kinda looks that way."
"How are we going to figure this out?" Cuddy remarked.
"We have no idea. We're talking to you simply because you're a girl and you would possibly have a way of getting something out of our dear Cameron." House.
"I don't."
"Well, we have no purpose now."
The elevator stopped at their floor and they all got off. Cuddy and Wilson returned to their offices from that floor and House headed to his. As he approached said office, he saw Chase and Foreman seated in the team conference room, deep in conversation. They were obviously going to ask him about Cameron.
He entered the room and Chase stood up from his seat with the question.
"Do you know what's wrong with Cameron?"
House thought about just saying "no", but just had the urge to mess with them.
"Yes, actually. I do know what the problem is with our female cohort. I've just confirmed it with Cuddy."
"What is it, then?" Foreman.
"She was raped...and now she's pregnant. She's also really suicidal about it." House ended with a dramatic sigh.
"That can't be true. The police would be all over the place if Cuddy knew about that. They'd be viciously interrogating everyone associated with Cameron." Chase.
"Yeah, so I don't know what's going on with Cameron.
"Great." Foreman groaned.
"I've got a plan!" House yelled, startling Foreman and making Chase fall out of his chair.
"We're gonna need backup, though."
With that thought, House whipped out his phone and dialed a number.
"Wilson." The voice on the other line answered.
House put on his best raspy voice and breathed heavily as he began to speak.
"Help...please get my lawyer...I need to write my will...remember, Jimmy, I love you!"
He shut the phone off and chuckled.
"That should be urgent enough."
Soon enough, Wilson came running towards the door with Cuddy right behind him. They stopped at the door, somewhat out of breath.
"Oh, my God! Don't do that!" Wilson yelled. "I thought you were actually dying this time!"
"Can't you just call and tell us to come talk to you or whatever?" Cuddy said, placing a hand on her head.
"Nah, it's much more fu to manipulate people then to just call them."
Foreman and Chase gave eachother a look and turned back to House seeing what he had planned.
"Now that we have the whole team, we can dicuss our plan to figure out what's wrong with our Allie."
"That's what you gave me a heart attack for." Wilson muttered.
"Got it." Chase and Cuddy said simultaneously.
"So...what's the plan?" Foreman asked.
"We're going to spy on her."
A/N: TBC...soon. Oh, and if you readers have any suggestions or whatever, just drop a comment.