House dropped Cameron off at her apartment and headed towards the hospital. It just wouldn't be good for them to be seen arriving together, at least not at this point. He soon pulled into his parking space and headed for the lobby.

He was deep in thought about her and their night together as he walked towards the elevator. Too deep in thought, in fact, to notice that Cuddy had come out of her office with a stack of clinic files in her hands.

"House!" she yelled as he continued towards the elevator, oblivious to her.

"HOUSE!" she yelled more vehemently, her heels making loud clicks on the marble floor as she begin to pursue him.

"Huh?" he turned towards the sound of his name as it jolted him out of his daydream. Oh crap. He pushed the elevator button hoping it would be there to enable his escape. "Can't talk Cuddy – patient's dying ya know." The door opened and he quickly got in and pushed the Close Door button with his cane

Furious, she yelled, "Hold that elevator!"

A young man, who had already been on the elevator, reached over to press the Open Door button. Seeing this, House quickly put his cane down on the man's foot, causing him to yell out in pain, and distracting him from his task. Housed looked at Cuddy with a feigned look of surprise and mouthed, "Oops!" as the door closed, allowing the elevator to begin its ascent.

"Did you get the dialysis done?" House asked as walked into the conference room where Foreman and Chase were.

"Yeah, but I don't know how much longer we're going to able to keep her alive like this." Foreman answered.

House picked up his broken mug and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Ugh! Where the hell is Cameron and which one of you morons made this crap?" he yelled, pouring the contents of his mug down the drain.

Chase spoke up and said, "She called and said she would be about ½ an hour late. She had something to pick up on her way in."

"So, you made this?" House asked as he poured the contents of the coffee carafe into the sink.

"Yup. I didn't think it was that bad really."

"How many times have I told you, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE COFFEE! Just for that, go down to the clinic until I page you with the biopsy results." House tossed him his name badge. "And make sure you sign in as ME this time!" he added as Chase left the Diagnostics Office. "Damn fool tried to take credit himself for doing my hours last time!"

"Imagine that." Foreman said, shaking his head. "He actually wanted to get credit HIMSELF for the work he did. He should be fired."

"I wouldn't say anything if I were you. You haven't made it on to daddy's good side yet after killing that chick last week."

Foreman, still reeling from his fatal error, glared at House. "I think I'll join Chase in the clinic."

"Good idea." House answered. "Don't kill anyone this week!" he shouted after him.

Wilson's pager beeped just as he brought the bagel up to his mouth. "Gddamnit!" he muttered, reading the display. MY OFFICE-911-HOUSE. He leaped up from his chair and headed down the hall, but found the diagnostics office empty. He walked over and stuck his head out the patio door just in time to see the door to his office shut.

"Damnnit - House!" he turned and ran back to his office.

"Thanks for the bagel Jimmy. But next time, I really do prefer plain over the ones with the raisins and cinnamon. This one is, just, so, well, girly."

"HOUSE!" Wilson yelled, grabbing the other bagel half out of his reach.

Wilson took his remaining bagel half and sat down across from House. "Was there a point to this?" he asked holding up the pager. "Or was it just a decoy so you could, once again, steal my breakfast?"

"Mostly, it was a decoy, and not a bad one at that. Got any coffee?" he asked holding out his broken mug.

Exasperated, Wilson pulled the thermos out from behind his desk and poured some into his friend's cup. "What the hell happened to that?" he asked pointing to the mug.

"Cameron."

"She broke your mug? What did you do to her now?"

"Hello?? Dr. Wilson to Observation! That happened yesterday. And I didn't do anything to her – at least not anything that wasn't completely consensual – emphasis on the sensual."

"I take it then that dinner went well."

"Yeah - If you enjoy Italian food followed by mind-blowing sex."

"You slept with her? Already?!"

"Geez Wilson. It was our 3rd date."

"Third date? I thought this was your second date?"

"Monster truck rally. Remember? She took the incredibly awesome, and expensive, seat I bought for you."

"But you said that wasn't a date."

"So what are you saying then? That I'm a slut because I put out before the 3rd date? You are making this seem so, so - dirty!" he cried.

Wilson just shook his head and replied. "No. Just remember what you said yesterday about not wanting to hurt her."

"Ok, Dr. Wilson. I promise. But….do you still respect me?" he said sarcastically, pouting his bottom lip out.

"What do you mean still?" Wilson said with a smile.

"Touché my friend." he replied walking out of the office and back to his own.

Cameron had just started to make coffee, when House returned from Wilson's office. He smiled at her as he walked in.

"It's about time you got her Dr. Cameron. Just because you're sleeping with the boss doesn't mean you can slack off you know!"

"I missed you, too House. Here." she said, handing him a small bag.

"What's this?"

"Just open it."

He reached inside and pulled out a new coffee mug. "It's blue."

"Well, they didn't have red."

"But, it's blue!"

"Look, it matches your eyes."

"But, mom!" he whined. "I wanted a REDDDDD one!"

"You can't always get what you want." she laughed, wagging her finger at him.

"But sometimes, you get what you need!" he answered, grabbing her and pulling her close.

"House – glass walls….." she cautioned.

"Yeah – yeah. I'd love to know what idiot came up with that idea." he replied letting go of her waist, but taking her by the hand and pulling her in to his office. "However, I could kiss the guy who invented these!" he continued, pulling the blinds shut. "But, I'll kiss you instead."

He took her in his arms and passionately placed his lips on hers. He stepped back after a moment, prompting Cameron to look at him quizzically. "What's wrong?"

"What kind of shampoo do you usually use?"

"Uh….it's just the cheapie Suave Strawberry stuff, why?"

"You need to get a bottle and leave it in my shower."

Cameron was looking very confused at this point. "Um…okay…..why? What's this about?"

"You usually smell so good and…"

"And what? I DON'T today?" she interrupted, stepping back with her hands on her hips.

"No, no, no! It's not that you smell bad. It's just that you don't smell, well, like you. You smell like ME! And there is just something so WRONG about that!"

Cameron burst out laughing. "I promise I won't use your shampoo again, ok?" She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss.

"Ok" he said, holding her tightly and returning his lips to hers.

After a few moments, she pulled away and glanced at the clock on his wall. "House."

His lips trailed down her neck. "I'm busy."

She smiled. "I understand that, really, I do. But it's almost 10:00. I think we have a biopsy to do."

"Why do you have to be so damn responsible?" His kisses continued to her shoulder as he moved the collar of her blouse over.

She walked away and towards the office door, but paused and turned back to him before leaving. "One of us has to be!" she replied with a wink. "C'mon. Let's go."

House sighed heavily and followed her out of the office, muttering loudly, "Slave driver!"

She stopped and turned around, with a sly look on her face. "Hmmmm. If I'm the slave driver, then that makes you…"

He put his hand up to stop her. "Don't say it! Just hold that thought for later."