NOTE: I messed up the chapter number so please ignore them! This starts off after House and Cam's little adventure with Sophia. It's the next morning. Oh, and I especially like the comebacks in this chapter. Lol Enjoy

CHAPTER SEVEN – Part 1

House wakes up the next morning feeling exhausted, mentally drained, feeling as if he is hung-over, but he feels complete. He doesn't feel a body next to him like he is expecting; instead of feeling Cameron's hair lying on the pillow, he feels just that – a pillow.

He groans and rolls over looking at the clock. 8:45 a.m. He groans again. He hears noises coming from the bathroom and realizes it's a hair dryer. He smiles to himself as he slowly sits up in bed, his body protesting, his leg protesting louder. He reaches for the bottle on the nightstand and downs two pills then grabs his cane and walks to the bathroom. He sees Cameron sitting on the toilet, her head between her knees and the dryer blowing at her roots.

"Get up," he says, his voice gravelly, his throat dry.

She doesn't hear him so he repeats it louder, taking a few steps closer to her, making sure his feet can be seen by her.

"Oh, hey, mornin'…sorry." Cameron stands up and sits on the edge of the tub, now blowing the tips of her hair.

She watches him as he faces the toilet and does his business. She sees his ass through the boxers and can't help herself. She reaches out and pinches one ass cheek.

"Agggh…shit, Cameron! You made me miss! You're cleaning it up."

"Fine. Stop bitching, flush the toilet and go pack."

He shakes his penis of the remaining urine, flushes the toilet and turns to face Cameron, who's now wearing a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh, you think that's funny do, you…wait, pack? Why?"

"We're going somewhere," she plainly states.

"Oh, really? And what makes you think I'll go with you?"

"Because if you don't I'll never sleep with you again."

"Hey! You can't bribe me like that!" He puts his hands on his waist and glares down at her. His frown slowly fades and he says, "Damnit! Yes, you can. But tell me where we're going."

"Nope. You have an hour to get ready. My things are already in my car."

"What do I pack?"

"Jeans, t-shirt, jacket – the only clothes you really own."

"Smart ass."

"Ass."

House limps out of the bathroom, wearing a grin on his face from their little name calling game and an hour later they're on the road, heading East.

"I don't like being kidnapped like this, you know?"

"Yeah, I figured."

"I'm going to call the police."

"Fine. It's 911. Star 76 on your cell phone if three digits are too long for you."

"Am I just supposed to sit here and let you order me around and…aaggghhh, Cameron!"

Cameron had reached over and got a firm grip of his balls and gave them a little squeeze.

"Keep up your bitching, House, or I'll turn on Lawrence Welk!"

"AHH! No! NOT Lawrence Welk!" They laugh.

Two hours later, House knows where they are – Atlantic City.

"Cameron, I only have $20 on me. That'll last me about, um, five minutes. Can I borrow a couple of hundred dollars from ya? I promise I'll pay you back."

"Ha! No you won't! They have ATM machines."

Cameron parks in the parking garage of the Taj Mahal, she grabs their bags and they head into the casino. House stands on the edge of the casino watching the players – some with big smiles, some with none at all. She registers for their room, as well as their bags with the Baggage Holder then heads towards House.

"Okay, come on."

Cameron starts to walk down the corridor towards the "Boardwalk" sign. The sounds of the slot machines ringing and clinging and the cheers of big winners echo are intoxicatingly inticing. House is dying to take a shot at the Roulette table, but Cameron doesn't stop at any of the steps leading down into the pits. At the last ramp, he realizes she isn't going to stop.

"Cameron, hey – hold on." He grabs her wrist and spins her around, surprise on her face. "How far are we going? Cripple here." He shakes his cane at her.

"Hard Rock Café; it's just a block over. Really, you can handle it." House's eyes shot up when she mentioned the Café. "Besides, I'm hungry."

"It's just 11:30." They walk through the glass door to the boardwalk.

"Right, lunchtime."

The seagulls squawk above their heads as people walk up and down the boardwalk. House will never admit it, but the sun beating on his face, the warm spring breeze brushing against his face, the sounds of the waves crashing onto shore and having Cameron beside him makes him forget all about PPTH and the stupid-assed patients.

"Why…did you do all of this? Wouldn't you rather be lying in bed making hot, passionate love to me?"

"I'd rather have a root canal than make 'hot, passionate love to you'…" Cameron opens the door and House walks through, waiting for her to finish before he says something nasty. "…but this is the closest I'll take you…for the moment."

"Hmmm."

"Welcome! How many?" The hostess asks as she pulls out several menus. He notices Cameron is looking around at the walls, although he doesn't know what she's looking for.

"Twelve," House answers sarcastically but seriously.

"No, two," Cameron corrects, giving House a dirty look.

"Follow me."

"God, can't you even behave yourself away from home?" Cameron asks as they turn a corner.

"No! That's a stupid question! She sees only two of us standing there and…OW!" Cameron conveniently pinches then twists his forearm with her fingers, hoping to get a couple of pieces of hair.

The hostess stops at a table and the two sit down; the waitress gives House a mean look then leaves.

"Why am I here, Cameron?"

"Well, you're Mommy and your Daddy got together, married and made a really big mistake by not using a condom," she snickers.

"What is the matter with you? But, that is kind of true."

"House, don't say that. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"God, you're easy."

"Ass."

"Hi. Can I get you something to drink?" They give their preference and the waiter leaves.

"Really, what are…"

"Fine, fine! God! Pain in the ass!"

"Hey! I'm your boss! You can't talk to me like that."

"Oh, and bosses don't tie up and blindfold their subordinates and…" Just then the waiter returns with their drinks, a grin on his face at overhearing what Cameron said.

"There you go." The waiter puts the drinks on the table. "What can I get you two for lunch?"

House and Cameron quickly look over the menu and decide, telling the waiter and watch him leave.

"Take a look at the walls," Cameron tells House.

He sighs heavily and does so, but only after a second does he look back at her.

"Yeah, they're white. I've been here before…guitar picks, drum sticks…yeah, yeah, yeah, I know."

"You'll just have to find it."

"Cameron – really. I'm not in the mood…"

"Okay, fine. There should a 45 of Elvis Presley's Amazing Grace, signed. It is one of his demo records. There's only two – one is in London and the other is here but only temporarily." Inside, House is about to explode from excitement; on the outside he stares at her blankly. "Or, you don't have to. You could just sit here and…"

To get his attention, Cameron removes her heeled right foot and slides it up his leg. When she reaches his crotch she runs her big toe nail under his testicles.

He jumps. "Ughghg…stop…"

She curls her toe on his dick just as the waiter brings their plates and places them on the table. She pinches again. He flinches and his knee and hits under the table with his knee. The waiter looks at him strangely.

"Sorry…" Cameron says, removing her toe. "He is just really hungry."

After they ate and he saw the 45 record, they return to the casino. House walks around the Roulette area a few times looking at the statistics on the board on the numbers.

"House, it doesn't matter which table you…"

"Ah, perfect!"

House heads to a table, fishes out $100 bill and lays it on the table. The dealer yells, "$100" and the pit manager walks over and writes something down. "What would you like?"

"World peace, and $5 chips."

"God, House!" Cameron exclaims.

"Oh, calm down. This is fun," House says as the dealer scoots his chips to him. "Pick a number between 1 and 36."

"42," she answers seriously.

House rolls his eyes and starts to place the chips on a select few numbers. The dealer rolls the ball in the Roulette wheel and he eagerly watches the wheels spin.

"You said 1-36, didn't you?" Cameron asks.

"Yeah. I can't believe you are a doctor," he answers, his eyes still on the wheels.

"Well, it's my lucky number," she says with a laugh.

"God, I need a drink."

"House, it's only 1:30."

"Yeah, but they're free. I wish the hookers were."

"10!"

"Yes!" House exclaims.

"180!" The dealer yells out.

"You got it?! Good job!"

"Of course. I chose a number between 1-36," he snickers as he watches the dealer.

After the dealer finishes handing out the winnings, the players set about making their new bets.

"Okay, pick a number between 1 and a million."

Cameron can't help but smile at him. "19."

House lays a $10 chip on 19. After a few seconds and while the players make their bets, the dealer spins the ball in the wheel again. Another few seconds go by and the dealer waves his hand once over the board, indicating no more bets.

Cameron excitedly watches the wheel, and the ball spins around 19 precariously.

"Darnit!" she says sadly.

"19!" the dealer announces.

"What?! But it…"

"Yes, it did," House answers, kissing her softly on the cheek. "You have to wait until the ball stops in a number box. And you are my lucky charm."

House makes a few more bets and they walk away from the table.

"So, how much did you win?"

"Four hundred and twenty. That's enough for two hookers for like ten minutes."

"Hmm, then I guess you don't need me, then. Because hearing all the cheering and sounds, I am incredibly horny."

House almost trips over the stairs leading to the hallway.

"Really?! I hope to GOD our room is ready!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, guys. This wasn't too exciting, but I was exceptionally snarky when I started this but I promise the next chapter will be nice and juicy!