Ms.Orange21 again! How about these for challenges?
-Plant the seeds of romance between Wilson and Cassie
-Cameron gets flowers from someone unexpected
-Someone says "That's not appropriate use of hospital equipment."
-Reference to Vogler
-Someone's playing Bryan Adams

Next day, House's office

"Morning, House."

"What the hell do you want," he said irritably.

"Oh, I see we woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Wilson answered. He noticed House was rummaging through his drawers with almost vehement actions.

"I don't believe this crap."

"What on earth are you looking for?"

"Those damn detectives. Mess up everything."

"So trying to catch who attacked Cameron is messing up everything?"

House continued his rant, ignoring Wilson. "First, that fat bastard Vogler touches my I-Pod with his greasy, sausage like fingers. Now, that damn detective ran off with my Gameboy!"

Wilson just sighed and walked out. Sometimes he wondered why he was even friends with the guy…

He turned the corner and almost ran smack dab into Captain Ross. He grabbed her arm to steady her. "I'm so sorry Detective, are you okay?"

"Captain," she corrected tightly. "And yes, I'm fine." She wretched her arm out of his grip.

"Jesus, what is with both of you today? Can the two cripples get any bitchier?"

Cassie's jaw dropped at him calling her a cripple. "Excuse me, I do not appreciate being called a cripple." Her eyes flashed with anger. "You've been hanging around your friend Dr. House a little too much."

"Yes, and both of you sit behind your desks way too much." Wilson tilted his head and watched her eyes grow even darker with her fury and spots of color appeared on her cheeks. Goading her was kind of fun.

"Lovely bedside manner doctor. Do you insult all of your patients?"

"I'm sorry, you must have me mixed up with Dr. House again." He started to walk away. "By the way," he called over his shoulder, "you're cute when you're angry."

Cassie gasped in indignation. "Aren't you married, doctor?"

"Process of getting a divorce. See you later, Cassie."

"Actually, it's Captain Ross, but if you're slightly more daring, Oh captain, my captain," she said with a smug smile. There. That should shut him up.

"That's right. Keep up with the Dead Poets Society thing. What about, oh doctor, my doctor? Sounds better." As he walked away he started reciting loudly, "Oh, captain, my captain, our fearful trip is done. The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won…"

She stared at his retreating back. What an infuriating man. She didn't know why she got so angry so quickly. Normally she was more level headed than that. Sighing, she turned and made her way to Cameron's room.

"Hey,"

Cameron turned at the sound of his voice. "Hi, House!"

"How's everything going?"

"Not too bad. The sketch artist came in earlier today to draw an updated picture." She looked pensive. "It's a lot harder to describe every little detail than I thought."

"How are you doing?"

Cameron knew what he meant. "Umm… Better. I still think about the other girls he… you know."

"It's okay to be a little scared."

"I know. And I am. But this team seems good and I trust them."

House scoffed a little at that. "Let's hope so." They need to spend more time looking for Peters and less harassing me. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I just wanted to drop off something to keep your mind off of things for a while." He dropped his I-Pod on the bed. "Don't get too attached to it. I expect it back by the end of the week."

She smiled up at him. "Thank you, House. I'll put it to good use." She popped the earphones in and started to play around with it when he left the room. Cameron fiddled around for a few moments until she came across one artist. Her mouth dropped open and she started to laugh. She pressed the button for the nurse's station. "Nurse, could you please page Dr. Wilson to my room?"

After leaving Cameron's room, he ran into Captain Ross on her way there. Great, just freakin' great.

"Hello, Captain," he greeted through his teeth. "How are you this fine day?"

"Fine," she said, surprised at the greeting. "Yourself?"

"Fine."

"Good."

This couldn't get any more awkward. Until Detective Stabler walked up to join them. "Ah, Dr. House. Good to see you again."

"Yes, I'm sure," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, Munch and I ran into him at a bar last night after work," Stabler said, patting him on the back. "Talked for a little bit."

Well, you may want me to be nice to Ross, House thought, but I don't have to be nice to the rest of you. "Oh yeah," he replied with false enthusiasm. "Boy, this meathead can down beers with the best of them!" He turned to walk away, then had a thought. "Can I get a copy of the sketch that Cameron helped with?"

"Sure."

A short while later, House was sitting up on an exam table in the clinic. The sketch of Peters was taped to the door, and he was playing darts with needles. There were some scattered around on the floor and some actually stuck in the picture. He took one out of the box next to him, uncapped it, and carefully aimed.

--Thwack--

"Bingo! Right between the eyes!" He grabbed another and got ready to shoot again. Just as he let the needle fly, the door to the room cracked open and Detective Munch stuck his head through.

"Watch out, you get stuck and that's an incident report that I have to fill out."

Munch looked at the door and the needles scattered around the floor. "I don't think that's appropriate use of hospital equipment."

"What can I say? I'm a rebel." He slid off of the table. "What do you want? Haven't you annoyed me enough?"

"Not quite," he said with a smile. "Here." He handed the Gameboy back to House. "I believe this is yours."

"What is the world coming to when detectives steal?"

Munch smiled. "Level 5," was all he said and walked away.

House gimped after him. "Wait, wait. You got to level 5? I've been stuck on level 4 for days! How did you do it?"

"You're the doctor. You figure it out. I'm just a lowly detective." He left House standing in the clinic lobby.

He was really, REALLY starting to dislike these people.

"You rang?"

"Wilson, you have got to listen to what House has on his I-Pod," Cameron exclaimed, giddy with amusement.

He took one of the earphones from here and listened.

Wanna be young - the rest of my life
Never say no - try anything twice
Til the angels come - and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 til I die - 18 til I die
Can't live forever - that's wishful thinkin'
Who ever said that - must of bin' drinkin'
Don't wanna grow up - I don't see why
I couldn't care less if time flies by
18 til I die - gonna be 18 til I die
Ya it sure feels good to be alive
Someday I'll be 18 goin' on 55! - 18 til I die

"You have to be kidding me," Wilson said.

"Nope. I went through the lists. He has every single Bryan Adams album in here."

"This is great blackmail stuff. I love it!"

A knock on the door broke up their reverie. "Excuse me," a nurse said. "Delivery for Dr. Cameron."

She came in and placed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. "Thank you."

"Who's it from," Wilson asked.

"Let's see," she replied, getting the card. She blanched as she read it. "Get Captain Ross," she croaked out. "It's from him."

All the card said was, "I'm not finished with you."