A/N: Here's the last chapter. If you take the time to read this, please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks!
'One year,' Cameron thought to herself as she slipped out of the bed and walked into the kitchen, careful not to wake Chase.
She sat down at the breakfast bar and picked up the photo frame that sat on the kitchen counter. She smiled. Their wedding picture was in a simple silver frame that had been engraved with the date and a simple 'forever' underneath. The past years that she had spent with him seemed to have flown by so quickly, yet she remembered every moment.
Cameron remembered where he proposed, what he was wearing when he asked her to marry him and every bump in the road that they had during the time spent planning the wedding. They disagreed about everything, the color of the flowers, the band, and the location. But they had gotten over it and come to a compromise over most of their arguments. Everything else, Chase wisely agreed to let Cameron decide.
Cameron smiled at the memories and laughed out loud as she recalled the time that she thought Chase was proposing to her. It seemed so funny to her now, probably because he had actually proposed a few months after that, on the 4th of July.
Cameron stood up and walked over to turn the coffee maker on. Chase walked out into the kitchen.
"Morning," he said, coming up and kissing her. "Happy anniversary." Chase smiled widely as she clasped her hands on the back of his neck.
"Same to you."
"I'll make us some breakfast, 'kay?" he asked. "Craving anything?"
"Whatever you want is fine," she told him, and walked over to the sink to get water for the coffee. "Oh, Robert?"
"Yes?"
"You don't need any milk do you?" she said, laughing lightly.
"Oh, hell, I've told you a thousand times, I was hungry! I thought we were over this!" he exclaimed.
"Just teasing," she replied.
Chase laughed a bit, but he still felt pretty stupid about that night, even though more than a year had passed.
"It's too bad we have to go to work," Cameron said while tying her hair back. House and Cuddy both knew it was their one year anniversary, and yet neither boss felt any sympathy or was willing to let them not come into work.
"Yeh. Well we're going to be late if you don't stop fussing with your hair," Chase pointed out. They probably went through this three times a week, Chase thought. "Besides, you look perfect."
Cameron turned around, her hand pulling the tie out of her ponytail. She gave him a look, but nevertheless, she was smiling.
Chase stepped closer to her and brought her hair down and loosened her curls with his fingers. "You should leave it down more often." He loved the natural waves that she had. "Ready?" he asked her.
"Yeh, I suppose," she said but slipped a hair tie around her wrist anyway. Chase rolled his eyes and grinned at her.
"Toxins in the apartment?" Cameron suggested. Her mind wasn't entirely focused on the differential, but she was alert enough to add that into the discussion. They had been sitting there for almost a half an hour, looking for answers. Her mind was concentrated for the most part, on her dinner plans with Chase.
"You're thinking mold?" Foreman asked.
"Could cause her symptoms."
"Alright, Foreman, go check the apartment, and the boyfriend's place, we don't know how much time she really spends there. Cameron, run tests for common house toxins," House listed off their chores.
Chase looked at House expectantly.
House was silent for a moment while Foreman and Cameron got up and started to walk out. "And Chase? Pick up my lunch order at Rosi's deli. Should be roast beef, no mayo, and a bag of chips. Oh, and a big huge glass of milk. Might want to send Cameron to the store for that last bit, if you can't handle it."
The End.