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III

House surveyed her from a safe distance tucked behind the large pot plants in the clinic reception.

She was taking a patient history. Sat sandwiched between a fat guy and his wife as she lent forward and concentrated on writing into her file, raising her eyebrows occasionally as the guy spoke loudly and clutched his chest.

The wife was red faced and panicking. Occasionally, Cameron would reach out and gently touch her arm. Don't worry. Everything will be ok.

Nurse Brenda passed him and paused, raising her eyebrows.

"So?" House snapped, turning back to the plant, "I'm a keen gardener."

He picked a leaf and examined it intently.

"Right," She replied. "But why are you perving on Doctor Cameron?"

House widened his eyes in surprise. No comeback ready.

Suddenly, Cameron stood up and advanced towards them. He ducked behind the Yucca until she was safely down the corridor.

Nurse Brenda regarded him coldly: "And another thing – Get Smart called and they want their disguise back."

"Wow, that was funny." he grimaced. "In the 1970s."

He had to hand it to the woman. She definitely took his mind off Cameron's pert and peachy ass as it headed to the elevator.

By the time he had made it back to his office she was sitting at his desk tentatively examining his Ipod.

"Don't touch it," he said, flying through the door and swiping it out of her hand. "It explodes if someone who doesn't know the difference between a chorus peddle and a Wah Wah peddle even looks at it."

Reference lost on her she handed him a file. "I think I got us a case."

"No you didn't!" He exclaimed, mock delight and then circled her back to place his Ipod in its dock and switch it on.

"55 year old man, three heart attack history starts having unexplainable seizures and…"

"Sssh!" he raised his finger to his lips and Cameron halted mid sentence.

She rolled her eyes and pushed the chair back. "I don't need to listen to this."

"Oh you so do." He muttered. "I've never seen anyone that's more in need of…"

A booming baseline filled the room and the lyrics of Cream's Badge began to vibrate against the windows. It was loud.

It was too loud. Cameron stood up, watched House as he mouthed the lyrics, there was something mesmerising about him when he was listening to music. Like he got so caught up in the moment.

He took his seat back and drummed his fingers on the desk: "Talkin' bout a girl that looks quite like you."

He met her gaze and for a moment she allowed herself to get caught up in the moment too. Maybe House should have been in a rock band. Maybe if he had been they'd be fucking by now. Or maybe she wouldn't have been his type at all. She was pretty sure that Mick Jagger wasn't having intercourse with his local doctor.

He took the file but didn't open it as he already knew it was the patient that Cameron had been dealing with earlier. How boring. Why would she want to create a mystery for him to solve when she already was a mystery?

The song came to an end and he rolled the chair back and stopped the Ipod.

"Well?"

"It was…" She picked up a pen from his desk. She had no idea about guitar music really. "It was kind of hot."

"Hot weather equals hot music." He took the pen from her, his fingers grazing hers and wrote a big fat "No" across the file. Going over it several times to make the ink darker.

"Fine." She muttered. Taking it personally.

He looked up at her and blinked. "Don't be all grouchy."

She sighed, taking the file. "I prefer the winter."

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was giving him another piece of the puzzle. Tantalising him with a little reveal. Like letting a second button remain undone when she leant over him to pick up the file.

He rubbed the side of his forehead with his knuckle. Like she gave him a headache. "Fine. Why?"

"I don't know." She mused. "I like warm fires and mulled wine and big cosy sweaters."

He smirked. "You look like that and you like cosy sweaters? You're a crime against nature."

As if divine intervention suddenly struck, he stood up and peered down at her. She'd pushed him but he could push back. Faster. Harder. Further. More.

"You wanna take a ride?" He walked over to pick up his jacket from the hat stand. "Princeton looks so much more appealing in the summer."

She shrugged. Her insides convulsing with the possibilities of this. Please say you've brought your bike.

"Ok," she murmured cautiously. Feeling flustered she walked over and put on her own jacket and then tied her hair up and away from her shoulders. Her hands shook slightly.

House looked her over. His eyes dragging across her lips and then her chest as she fastened a few buttons, leaving a deep "v" were he could make out the dip of her t-shirt.

She held the door open for him and felt him brush past her.

"I was thinking it might cool me down." She said as she walked beside him down the corridor.

He lowered his voice. "It might."