Once again, I thank you for all your reviews!

Note to benny: God as my witness, I did NOT mean that last chapter to be a dialogue like that. But it was 4 o'clock in the morning and the stupid thing kind of got a bit out of hand. I admit I do tend to rely on dialogue a lot, maybe I shoulda been a scriptwriter.

Either way, glad you guys seemed to like it.

Warnings: Never get your hair cut at a salon located next to a wig shop. Don't run with scissors. And put your coat on! You'll catch your death of cold (sorry…Jewish Mother syndrome. I have no kids, so it kinda creeps up occasionally)!

One last thing…My power went out and I was unable to see, let alone tape the episode 'Role Model,' so for all intents and purposes of this story, the episode doesn't exist. Yeah, it's a cop-out. Deal with it. :-D

Cameron sighed as she stared through the microscope. It had been more than three days since her confrontation of House in the lobby of the hospital and he was practicing the art of how not to be seen. In fact, he didn't really need the practice. He was already very good at it.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she unconsciously straightened. Someone was in the room with her. She turned around to find Edward Vogler standing there with his arms crossed.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said solicitously.

"Not a bit," she said with a politeness she hoped wasn't too obviously false.

As she stood up, she suddenly felt like the proverbial mouse in the lion's den. God knew Vogler was the size of a lion…and just as dangerous.

"What can I do for you Mr. Vogler?"

"I think I've mentioned that I've asked Dr. House to fire somebody. Why shouldn't it be you?"

"Yes, why shouldn't it? Do you want me to beg for my job? Is that it?" she drew herself up to her full height and looked him straight in the eye.

He was impressed. This one wasn't the scared little kitten that he'd first pegged her to be. No wonder House had a thing for her.

"I don't expect you to beg for your job. I would however, like an explanation for something though?"

Cameron looked at him expectantly.

"You knew about the ipecac before the committee meeting, yet you did nothing to stop it. Why?"

Cameron blinked in surprise. She was not expecting this.

"What?"

"Dr. Chase informed me that you were aware of the problem with that woman's transplant eligibility and yet you did nothing to stop the meeting. Why?"

"I…I…I…"

"You do know you could lose your license for such a lapse in judgment, don't you?"

"You're kidding, right?" Cameron was indignant at this point. "Chase had the bottle of ipecac, I was going in with a patient and you're asking ME why I didn't stop the meeting? Where do you get off…"

"I AM Chairman of the Board," he said.

"Only because you bought your way in."

Vogler shrugged one massive shoulder. "It worked, didn't it?"

"What do you want?"

"I want to get rid of Dr. House. Simple as that. He doesn't respect me. I don't like people who don't respect me, so I get rid of them."

"You can't just fire him, you know."

"I know. What I don't know is this: he treats everyone here like dirt. Why is everyone so hell-bent on keeping him?"

"Because even though his bedside manner sucks and he's still bitter about his leg and he refuses to let anyone get near him, he's the best damned doctor this hospital has ever seen! Sure, he flouts authority when it suits him and he can be a real bastard a lot of the time, but no one in this hospital can hold a candle to his talent and this hospital is god-damned lucky to have him!"

"Interesting," Vogler murmured. "I want to see you in my office before you leave today."

"Great," Cameron said to herself. "Guess I better start packing."

She didn't see House standing by the door, where he had heard every word she said.

"Quite a fan you've got there, Doctor," Vogler's voice interrupted his reverie.

"What do you want?" House growled and started limping away, anger oozing from every fiber of his being.

"She's it, isn't she?"

Pasting a nonchalant look on his face and hoping the answer didn't show in his eyes, he said, "She's what? A good doctor? A great lay? A lousy cook? I can only answer the first one with any authority and that answer's yes."

"Your Achilles Heel," Vogler looked smug.

House didn't let the panic he felt show on his face (a fact he was ridiculously proud of himself for). He gave Vogler a look that would've frozen hell itself before turning and limping away with all the dignity he could muster.

To be continued