Disclaimer: House and Cameron belong to Fox and David Shore. I'll take the cute jogger guy as compensation.

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Cameron took her usual Sunday afternoon run. It was the first time she'd stepped out of her apartment all weekend and the heat hit her, reminding her that the long drawn out summer wasn't letting up.

She also needed to shake off some of her pent-up frustration.

She jogged slowly at first, neutralising herself to the warmth but then her pace increased as she headed into the nearby park.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. She slowed down to watch some children throwing bread to the ducks in the pond and a group of little boys playing a softball game.

Summer wasn't so bad after all.

She passed two male joggers, one of which – the cuter one she noticed – turned and immediately back stepped to her.

"Hey."

She nodded. She'd seen him before.

"I see you every Sunday," he said wiping his face with his t-shirt and ducking his head to catch her eye.

She slowed to a stop and looked him over quickly. He was maybe mid-20s. His lean athletic body showed that he didn't only run, he obviously spent a lot time in the gym too. He had short blond hair and green eyes. He had a warm face and dimples when he smiled. He smiled. A lot. She could tell. He seemed comfortable in his own skin.

Cameron smiled back at him. He had this infectious thing going on.

"Yeah," He said, getting his breathing under control smoothly, "I see you every Sunday and I figured that this Sunday I'd ask you out."

She watched the dimple in his cheek: "Oh you did, did you?"

She wiped her face and took a drink from her water bottle.

"And your answer is?"

Cameron pressed her stomach to prevent a stitch from forming there and looked back at this cute guy. "I'm taken."

The guy blinked and looked around. "You are? Well, where is he?"

She shook her head in amusement and watched as the guy thought for a second.

"Maybe you'll be available next Sunday?" He persisted.

"Sorry," she shrugged. Maybe I will.

She started to run again and turned to see him staring after her. He saluted and headed off in the other direction to catch up with his friend.

She felt sorry for him and also a little sorry for herself. There he was. Her perfect match. Athletic, funny, cute, and her own age and if he'd only asked her last Sunday or the Sunday before – who knows where she might have ended up?

She found a park bench and did a few muscle stretches against it to relieve her aching tendons before sitting down and lying her head back to look at the clouds.

Her cell phone rang and she answered without thinking.

It had to be Amy.

"No, I'm not telling you any more details. I said I'd call you tomorrow and I will," She giggled watching the crisp white clouds roll by.

"Cameron?" His voice was low and questioning.

She sat bolt up right.

"Details?" He persisted.

She covered her mouth with her hand. Shit.

"Yeah," She said thinking fast, "Some guy asked me out."

"Right." House said quietly.

"In the park," She watched a child cycle past her on a little red bike, streamers fluttering from the handlebars in the afternoon breeze.

House paused and she wondered if he was still there.

"House?"

"What?"

"Are you ok?"

"Not really," He began. "Do you know where that file on immunisation is?"

It was so vague. She laughed quietly and then frowned a little. She knew that she was playing right into his hands: "Why? Where are you?"

"At work," He said.

"And you rang me because you want me to come in and do your filing. On a Sunday?" She tried to make her voice sound as dramatic as Amy's did.

"No. I rang you because I don't know how you file and I don't know where you file."

She smirked. Imagining him up to his neck in paper and not knowing where to turn next.

"Or," she said lowering her voice. "You rang me because you're trying to make me feel guilty enough to help you."

"Or," he retorted quickly, "I rang you because we have some unfinished business and if I don't see you in the next few hours I may spontaneously combust."

"Or," she said, sliding off the bench and standing up, "Your rang me because you know that I jog on a Sunday and just want to see me shuffling paper and wearing short shorts."

"Or…" he began and then swallowed. "It's all of the above actually. Are you far away?"

She was surprised. She felt coy and excited but she remembered what Amy had said about being a dirty little secret: "Can't you meet me half way?"

"Where?"

She watched a man selling balloons.

"The park."

"You're already in the park!" He growled and hung up.

She waited for him.