Two Weeks to Notice:
Day 3
You come inextra early today, just to make it in before him…and you do. The hospital is quiet in the morning so you sit at the conference room table, plotting.
You see House coming down the hall, he looks tired, the plan is working. He doesn't see you so you pretend like you don't see him either, pulling out a mirror from your bag and your lipstick. Red lipstick.
You watch from the corner of your eye as he makes his way into his office and slumps down into his chair, looking around to each one of his toys. He picks up his ball and throws it into the air. He misses and it crashes on his keyboard.
You try and hold in your laughter as you hold up the mirror and open the lipstick. You glide it over your lips and smile at yourself in the mirror, popping your lips before you stand up and he sees you look at him. You pretend to be embarrassed, like you hadn't known anyone was there.
You turn on the coffee before you strut into his office, with your head held high. You smile at him, "Why are you here so early, House?" You ask him. He looks up at you and back away, perhaps not wanting you to see how beautiful he thinks you are? Who knows?
"Getting some extra work done," he places his hands over the scattered papers and picks one up looking it over, "Ah this is what I was looking for." Liar, you think. "Why are you here so early Dr. Cameron, unless you were getting some extra work done also," he looks at your lips, "which I don't think you need." He smiles and you cock your head confused.
Was he giving me a compliment or was he really wondering? You don't know so you decide to leave without another word, no case, therefore you can go work in the clinic to avoid him, just what he needs…a cat and mouse chase.
You make your way to the clinic until lunch time, and you wonder briefly if you should go, but you decide it is better if you don't let him see you until the end of the day, so you stay and work through your lunch. Damn him making you starve.
It is finally the end of the day so you take off your lab coat and make your way upstairs to grab your bag, knowing he will be there. You bend down to grab your bag from beside the table knowing full well that your top is very low cut.
You stand up and sling the bag over your shoulder. He stands infront of you. Where the hell did he come from? You move away from him and make your way form the door, but he blocks you with his cane. "House what do you want?" You ask, already knowing exactly what he wants. You.
"Why are you quitting?" He asks, his voice gruff and sexy. Your heart almost melts. "House i don't have the time, cane we talk about thsi tomorrow?" You say as you step around him and hit his shoulder for the second time this week. He stumbles a bit and you reach out to grab his shoulder. "Sorry," You whisper, before you make your way out the doors.
He's starting to notice.