Disclaimer: Alrighty, my friends! I've finally done it! I'm the first to have created a Fanfiction that crosses House and Bones! At least... I think I am. But if I'm not, forgive me. No, I don't own either shows, but I do own the plot. My plot, not yours.

A/N: Well, I'm sort of stumped on what the name of the story should be. So... If you have any ideas, tell me. Please. I'm desperate. So, yup. Thank you all. Some of the characters may seem a bit... off. But, well. I can't help that, now can I? Actually... I could. But... Just read.

"Please."

"No." Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest as she glared at the dean of medicine. Her eyes were dark, her hair pulled back into a bun. "I won't do it, Lisa."
"Allison, please." Cuddy stood behind her desk, gazing down at the young doctor before her. "It's just a few days. That's all. The hospital pays for absolutely everything."
Cameron rolled her eyes, shifting slightly in her seat. "Sure! A fabulous week in Washington D.C. with House. Who wouldn't want that?" Cameron had become used to speaking freely with the dean of medicine. They had slowly become friends. How, Cameron still wasn't sure. But she wouldn't do it.

"Ever since he got shot House has been unbearable, Lisa. And you expect me to go with him down to D.C.? On Christmas week? No way."
Lisa gasped in exasperation. "Allison, I need two doctors to do. I can't send Wilson. He and I have… plans." Cameron nodded, well aware of her boss's relationship. "I can't send either Chase or Foreman, they're doing charity work in the children center." Cuddy's eyes held a pleading. "Please, Allison. It's one week. I'll pay for it. All of it. I'll pay you for the week your gone. This speech is from one of the best doctors in the country. Dr. Brown. It would mean so much to this hospital and to me."
Allison gazed at Cuddy's pleading expression before sighing. "Fine. I'll go. But it's one week." Lisa grinned joyfully.

"Perfect. You leave tomorrow. And be sure to buy a respectable dress. Ballroom maybe. It's a formal affair. And it's actually a good thing, Allison. You just have to spend Christmas Eve at the speech. You can spend the rest of the week enjoying yourself."
Cameron rolled her eyes, but nodded, leaving the office.

House and Cameron had boarded the plane, and were now seated side by side. Cameron had claimed the window seat, much to House's disdain. A slight flurry had risen, and Cameron shivered slightly, scolding herself of stripping her sweater so quickly.

The two doctors had not spoken. House was plugged into his iPod, while Cameron had been whisked away in her most recent book, Bred in the Bone. She chanced a glance at House, whose eyes were closed. It was only a two-hour flight. Not bad at all. She shifted in her seat. Gazing at her watch, she noted it had been only been about twenty minutes since takeoff. She also noted that she had to use the bathroom. She didn't want to bother House, but she did have to go…

"Just ask."

Cameron jumped as he shocked her by speaking. He rose, and she passed. House gazed at the book on her seat. Lifting it and flipping through the pages, he had to admit it was interesting. A forensic anthropologist. He nodded, appreciating Cameron's taste in literature.

As Cameron was coming back from the bathroom, it appeared that the slight flurry had become a bit stronger. As she reached her seat, the plane shook violently, causing her to fall, landing upon House's lap. "Oof!" she said, her chest on his knees.

"Attention passengers," the captain's calm voice announced. "We are experiencing slight turbulence. I have now turned on the fasten seat belt sign." The intercom clicked off.

Cameron felt her cheeks burn viciously while House smirked at her. "Falling for me again, aren't you Cameron?" he said, and her cheeks burned even more. She rose, and seated herself, gazing out the window at the cloudy scene below.

The rest of the flight was spent in silence. Cameron's eyes eventually shut, her glasses still on her face due to her reading the book. Her head rested on the window. House rolled his eyes. He did have to admit, it was kind of… cute. He wished he had a camera. He could use a photo of this to blackmail her later.

Carefully, he removed her glasses, his fingers brushing against her cheeks. She shifted slightly, but did not seem to notice. He chuckled, and felt his own eyelids grow heavy. In just a few minutes, he too was sound asleep.

When House awoke, he felt quite warm, though not sure why. He turned his head and was slammed by the soothing scent of lavender and honey. "Cameron," he growled, feeling her head on his shoulder. She didn't wake. He gently shook her shoulder. "Cameron!" he said. "Plane's disembarking."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked groggily. "What?" She then noted where her head was resting. "Oh!" She lifted her head, and felt the heat rise into her cheeks once again. "Sorry 'bout that, House." She laughed sheepishly, and he shook his head, rising and opening the luggage compartment above the seats. Tossing Cameron her sweater and duffle bag, they exited the plane.

After retrieving their luggage and hailing a taxi, they were soon before the Hilton Hotel in Washington, D.C. After a bellboy came to roll in their luggage, House strode towards the reception desk, obviously proud of his ability to walk. "Yes, reservations under the name Gregory House," he told the woman.
She nodded, her hands flying over the keyboard of the computer. "Oh yes. You and your wife are here for the convention ball?" Cameron felt her mouth dry. But House didn't bother to correct the receptionist. A smirk just played on his lips.

The receptionist continued. "You asked for a suite, correct? Here are your keys. The ball is tomorrow night at eight o'clock." House nodded, taking the two room keys.
The bellboy led them to their room, dropping off their luggage. "Here's your room," the bellboy said, nodding curtly in the direction of one room.

House's eyes widened. "Wait a minute… There should be two rooms…"
The bellboy gazed at the card in House's hand. "No. One room, sir." He sensed the tension, and added, "Have a nice evening," and walked away.

Cameron took a deep breath as House slid the key into the slot. "It'll be okay. They'll be two beds…" But was stopped short at the sight before her. It was a luxurious room, she'd give it that. But what caught her attention was the bed.

The bed. Singular.

House's eyes narrowed as he pulled out his cell phone. Punching in several numbers, he waited.

"Cuddy," he said sharply into the receiver. "Why the Hell did you get us a room with one bed? What do you mean you meant to get us a double? All they had was one bed? Why didn't you look into another bed…I mean hotel!" House was flustered by his mistake, but Cameron was anticipating the rest of the conversation. "So what if the ball is being held here! It's one damn bed, Cuddy! No, I will not go to CVS and buy some condoms… NO, that is not what I meant…" But he couldn't continue his rant, because Cameron was laughing. Laughing. Also Cuddy had hung up on him.

House shut the phone with a snap, cursing angrily. "Apparently this was the only room in the entire hotel," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Cameron gazed at House curiously. "I'll sleep on the sofa," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the piece of furniture. But a part of her, a large part of her, didn't want to sleep on the sofa. It adored the notion of perhaps laying the same bed as House. But she couldn't think that way.

House gave her a look. "Why? Nothing could really happen. It's a bed, Cameron. But if you want to sleep on the sofa, far be for me to stop you." She shrugged.
"I'll sleep on the sofa," she repeated. Checking her watch, she acknowledged that it was already eight.

"Let's order some room service," House said. "It's all on the hospital, anyway. Maybe we can watch a movie." Cameron nodded.

Another twenty minutes later, after unpacking and all, Cameron entered the bathroom to change. House had made a snide comment about her being too concerned about her privacy, but she ignored him as usual.
As House was undressing and slipping into a pair of sweatpants, out came his immunologist. He swallowed slightly. She wore a nightdress. A mauve shade, it reached a couple of inches above her ankles. The spaghetti straps revealed her slender arms. The neckline dipped down slightly. The neckline was actually decorated with small, blue Forget-Me-Nots and beads. His eyes locked momentarily on her cleavage.

Cameron took a deep breath. "You're… Not wearing a shirt," she said, her own eyes stuck on his toned chest.

"Very deductive, Dr. Cameron," he said sarcastically, eyes returning to her face. She smiled sheepishly.

Once room service arrived, they both settled onto the couch. Cameron had chosen the filet minion. House had taken the smoked salmon. After arguing over what movie to watch, they settled on the "Da Vinchi Code." Cameron was horrified when Silas punished himself, but was soon used to it.

When the credits began to roll, House nodded his head, having thoroughly enjoyed the movie. "Great, huh, Cameron?" He was slightly startled to see that her head was lulled on the side. She was sound asleep. He chuckled again.

He rose, walking over to the bed, but then turning. He couldn't just leave her there. And his leg was healing properly so…

As carefully as he could, he scooped her into his arms, in a groom-carrying-the bride way. Her head rested on his bare chest, and he shivered slightly. He laid her out on the bed, covering her with the blankets. He settled onto her other side, and with a flick of the lights, muttered, 'Night.'

A/N: So...what do you all think? I think you all could review. So please do. Now!