And another chapter, I've got three to load today and this is the second. I forgot to load them yesterday, so there's lots of new reading now!

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Thursday morning had come, and with it yet another early-morning phone call.

"You're kidding! Please tell me your kidding!" She listened, for a while, obviously slightly annoyed with the caller "Dan! You know I'd choose to hang out with you over House any day!"

House, who was listening in from his office (something he appeared to be doing more and more these days) was surprised at this predicament. Dan was jealous of him?

"No! Dan, you're being pathetic! Yes, I'm sure. No I don't mean like that! Look, I'm sure yours is a better ride than House's!"

Now House was positively shocked, she was discussing his, you know, with her boyfriend?

"Sure, come down tomorrow, but don't expect me to ride it!"

House smirked; she was cutting him off, was she?

"No, that was completely different!"

Hehehe. Trouble in paradise.

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, she hung up.

Later Wilson had just paid for him and his friend's lunch and sat down to eat, when Cameron walked past, talking into her cell phone and looking annoyed. He turned to House for an explanation.

"Trouble in paradise." He said, as if that explained it all. "Although, I've been thinking maybe it was never paradise, just a lonely little desert island."

Wilson looked thoroughly confused; being friends with a genius wasn't an easy job. In fact, it was harder that treating cancer patients. Shame he didn't get paid for it.

"Care to explain?" He asked.

"Maybe they were never going out. Maybe I just assumed it, I tend to do that, but generally I'm right."

"Don't get your hopes up. You were right, she told me she was seeing someone."

House looking visibly deflated.

"Well either way, I could just give up on trying to break them up, they seem to be doing a good job of that without me." He paused, in thought "Although maybe they could use my help to speed things up a little. He's visiting this weekend."

Wilson smiled and said sarcastically "Well that makes a change."

The next day (Friday, incidentally), House was happy to see Cameron seemed openly frustrated by Dan's phone call.

"Sure, look, I have to go." She paused, "Because some of us actually have jobs!"

So, Dan was unemployed by the sound of it, after Cameron for her wages perhaps.

"I mean jobs where we actually have to work! I have to go! Sure, 7.30, Harry's alright?" She waited, as Dan seemed to go off on a little rant on the other end. "Great, I'll see you then." She hung up abruptly and sighed, draining her coffee.

House stood in his office, smiling for the first time in a very long time. 7.30 at Harry's? He'd be there.

And he was, once again dressed in his low-down hat and large glasses, sitting snug in a booth behind that of Cameron and Dan's. He'd considered bringing Wilson along, but decided he couldn't be entrusted with another important mission. Not after how badly he'd messed up last time.

It was an hour (and no drinks because he had to drive) later, when Cameron and her 'friend' (House chose not to acknowledge Dan as her significant other) finally prepared to leave. He followed slowly as not to be seen and mounted his motorcycle, driving behind them. Sitting in the parking lot of Cameron's apartment building, he watched as the couple unlocked the door and went in. A few minutes later, a light switched on, and he could see Dan standing in the window. House watched him, looks wise, it was obvious why Cameron was into him; he was tall and muscular with short sandy blonde hair, your average pretty boy. Personality wise, he was probably better than House, but there was something incredibly annoying about him. He seemed so clingy. Shortly after his appearance, Cameron joined him at the window, House's breathing hitched. The couple exchanged a few words, and Cameron pulled Dan into a tight hug, House's heart tightened. He could have been the one standing up there, but no, it had to be the pretty boy. He kicked started his engine and drove off, fast and angry, the last thing he saw from Cameron's apartment was the sight of her drawing the curtains.