A/N: Refer to the first chap for the disclaimer. Oh, yeah...this is Leiah writing. Aly doesn't get anything in the series. I like ranting about House stuff around her, though.:P

Cuddy was the first to react.

She yelled, "Are you insane?" and accidentally sat on Chase's lap, in which she ignored his yelp and remained in that position.

"How are we going to do that?" Foreman asked.

"We're going to sneak around her apartment complex, wait till she leaves her apartment and set up cameras and microphones while she's absent." said House with a sense of pride in his voice.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yeah, can't we just sit her down and talk to her, or give her truth serum?" Chase.

"We've tried that one too many times." Cuddy.

House thumped his cane against the floor for a few moments. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling before speaking again.

"Okay, so the sneaking and bugging is really unnecessary. Anybody else have a plan in mind?"

Everyone looked at one another, trying to find answers.

"I think we should come up with a plan so crazy it might actually get her to talk." Wilson said.

"Okay, so now all we need is an insane lie to get to Cameron?" Cuddy.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Okay, then. I'm all for it."

"Ohmigosh! Cuddy actually agreed to a diabolical plan!"

"Shut up, House."

"I didn't say it had to be diabolical!" Wilson.

Wilson leaned against the coffee counter, debating on whether or not he should leave or participate. Or get some coffee.

"We could try sending someone into her apartment with a hidden microphone," Foreman supplied.

"Good idea! Now we need to figure out where the heck we can find a mini microphone with all the accessories at this time of evening." House.

Almost in unison, they looked at the wall clock.

8:47 P.M.

Then Foreman said, "I've got 'em."

"Okay, so who's going? It's got to be someone we know Cameron would invite in despite anything else..."

Cuddy got up and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Don't look at me," she said, "She might think I'm coming on to her. I'll help with whatever else you want me to do."

"I'm hooking everything up and I'll have to monitor the equipment." Foreman.

"I'll be the recording person." Wilson.

"I guess I could--"

"No, Chase, you're probably going to end up sleeping with her again. I'll go." House.

Foreman pulled out a case from the cupboard below the sink and set it on the table. He opened it and pulled out a bunch of wires and devices. He told Cuddy to untangle the wires and she did so in two minutes flat. Foreman hooked up the wires and devices to the computer in the corner of the room. He proceeded with hiding a microphone under House's shirt collar and an earphone in his right ear.

"Cuddy, check the computer. Wilson, get a pad and pen. Chase, go make coffee."

They tested them out and Foreman gave him the thumbs up for finally leaving the hospital and getting over to Cameron's apartment. When House finally left, everyone was at their own 'station' as if they were conducting a military drill. He was still wondering how he hadn't noticed that particularly large case under the sink... He reached his motorcycle in the parking lot by 9:05, latching his cane on the side of the bike, lifting his leg over the seat, and revving up the motor. Then he sped right out of there.

House arrived at Cameron's apartment complex not too long after he left the hospital. He turned the microphone on.

"I'm here."

Static emitted from the earpiece until someone spoke.

"Well, go up and see what she's doing."

"Up?"

"Second floor." Chase.

"I thought she moved to ground level because of flooding or something..."

"No."

"Okay, then."

House looked around for a bit, trying to find an elevator.

ok, basically he finds the elevator, gets on, and goes and finds Cameron's apartment. He arrives later on.

He knocked on the door and waited, checking the time on his cell phone. He was preparing to knock again when the door opened. Cameron stood and stared for a while, wide-eyed with her eyebrows raised.

"Hello, Dr. House! What are you doing here?" She said, smiling sweetly.

She was wearing a plastic apron over a black halter dress and had latex gloves on her hands with red liquid all over them. It looked very much like blood.

"Are you doing an autopsy on your date?"

Cameron looked at her hands and shook her head.

"No...I'm making fake blood for the local theater."

"Interesting. So, why are you wearing a dress?" House asked looking behind her, into the apartment.

"Oh...well...I really don't know."

"You look better than you have all week."

"Oh, do I? I've been wearing nothing but sweaters and jeans all week."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I went to work wearing five different sweaters this week."

"Well, I remember you wearing a very wrinkled blouse on Monday, a green tank top on Tuesday, a v-necked sweater on Wednesday and two band t-shirts on Tuesday and Friday. The only thing you kept the same were your faded, worn jeans and leather boots. I wouldn't know about your undergarments."

Cameron gave him a look that clearly said, "What?"

"I haven't been in the hospital all week! I called you Sunday night to tell you that I would be voluteering at the Children's center. I left a message telling you to not fire me."

"Well then, who was at the hospital all week filling in your place? She was exactly like you, only she was a hell of a lot less like you."

A/N: (in country accent) Yeah, that last sentence made no sense. I'm workin' on the next chapter. So, ya'll will have to wait fer shorter the time than you had to fer this'un. :) Anything you'd like to read in the story? Any suggestions? Send me an E-mail to ain't takin' no flames, so leave me be.