Yay for pointless chapter-ing! Yeah, this was meant to be the final chapter but I kinda got carried away and went off track. The next will probably be the last. But, given my record, you never know. I could somehow squeeze another in after it.

DISCLAIMER: Yeah yeah. Not mine. Fool.

The next day Cameron was making her way up to the conference room when the wall opened beside her, allowing someone to pull her inside.

"Wh- hey!" she squeaked as she tumbled in to what she soon realised was a darkened supply closet. She was silenced when a hand closed over her mouth.

"Shh, Cameron, it's me!" An Australian accent whispered in her ear.

"Chase!" Cameron scolded, freeing herself from his grip. "I told you time and time again, I was on drugs! You're not getting laid again!" Chase sighed awkwardly, and Cameron knew a blush was creeping up his neck.

"You are too much like House sometimes." He was saying as he shuffled around. "Now, where did I put it? Damn, if only the light in here was – Ahh! Here it is." Cameron heard a rustle as paper was shoved into her hand.

"What's this?" She asked, curiosity chasing away the shock-induced sarcasm.

Even in the dark Cameron could see Chase puffing out his chest proudly. "It's your key to winning this, er, tournament, with House."

"Hmm. Feels more like paper to me." Cameron shook it to support her point. "Really, what is it? No metaphors this time."

"It's another list with crazy activities. As long as you don't let House see it, you have an excellent chance at winning…whatever it is you're doing. You follow this list, and you will have him very much upstaged." Chase explained.

Cameron thought for a few moments. "Thanks." She said eventually, having decided Chase had actually done something worthwhile for once. Then, as an afterthought, she asked, "Where do you get these things?"

Chase shuffled his feet. "Nowhere, just… chain emails." He mumbled. Cameron crinkled her nose, but decided not to press the subject further. She groped empty space looking for his shoulder, then once she found it, gave him an appreciative pat before leaving.

Cameron had taken two-and-a-half steps down the corridor when, for the second time that morning, she found herself being pulled aside, as the paper was simultaneously snatched from her hands.

"What's this, Dr Cameron?" House asked smugly, peering down at the list. Cameron lunged forward to grab it from him, but he held his arm up beyond her reach.

"Let's see… 'Strip for your boss, dance included'? Sounds good to me." He said, peering up at the paper in his hand. Cameron blushed and inwardly vowed to kill Chase. "I haven't even read it yet, and do you really think-" She began to protest, before the twinkle in House's eye made her stop.

"It doesn't even say that, does it?" She narrowed her eyes. He grinned.

"Well, no, but we can improvise!" He replied, wiggling his eyebrows. Cameron rolled her eyes as her hands flew unconsciously to her hips.

"Now now, Dr Cameron." House was saying. "You weren't really going to go behind my back like this, were you?" He pouted. "Well. Too bad." And with that, he ripped the paper into a number of small pieces. Cameron gasped.

"House! What did you do that for?"

"I don't need a list to tell me how to beat you." He shrugged. "I can improvise." He said self-importantly as he turned to hobble away. Cameron glared after him.

"I'll give you improvisation." She cursed under her breath.

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A little while later Cameron had joined Chase and Foreman in the conference room, waiting for House to arrive and tell them about their newest patient, if they had one. She was slouched in a seat at the end of the table, eyes pointed darkly to the floor, brooding over House and their little 'game'. Foreman and Chase kept shooting nervous looks in her direction, neither brave enough to address her. They both feared House had somehow managed to find time to win since Chase last saw the immunologist in the supply closet that morning.

Their fears evaporated, however, when House came bursting through the door wearing sunglasses and an oversized, gold, diamond-encrusted pendant bearing the letter "H". His pants were also dangerously low, with the crotch hanging somewhere around his knees and his boxer shorts almost entirely visible.

"What up, homies?" He announced, bobbing his head to an unknown beat as he limped into the conference room.

Foreman raised an eyebrow. "You must have really run out of ways to annoy me, House." He said boredly.

House feigned horror. "What you talkin' 'bout, Fo-Man? Dis shit is fo' Camdawg!" He pointed a ring-smothered finger at Cameron, who was looking slightly less shocked than her colleagues. "And it ain't House, you mofo, it's G-Man! Fool." He added, tossing his head. Cameron stared at him for a few silent moments, a grin starting to creep across her face.

"Fine." She said as she rose from her seat. "You want improvisation?" She asked as she made her way around the table towards her temporarily insane boss. She stood inches in front of him, with her hands hovering around his hips. "You're gonna get improvisation." And with that, she reached down and grabbed a handful of House's pants and boxers, pulling them up as far as possible, and further, with one swift movement. Judging by the pained look on his face, she knew she'd made enough of an impression.

"Pull your pants up, G-Man." She said levelly, before striding confidently from the conference room, but not before throwing "Fool." over her shoulder in his direction. House winced and pulled his underwear from his behind, shooting Foreman and Chase a look that said 'You talk, you die.'

"Huh. Broad ain't got nothin' on the G-MAN!" He yelled pathetically towards the door, from which Cameron had long disappeared. "Fo shizzle." He spat, hobbling into his office.

Chase and Foreman said nothing, their frightened expressions saying more than words ever could.