Sorry I haven't posted in a week. I was spending time in lovely New Orleans. If you have any requests for stories or oneshots that I could write, feel free to tell me, and I can get back to you about it. This is the fourth and final chapter. I hope you all enjoy it! I truly wish I could write more, but this whole "locked in a room" thing can only go on for so long.

Foreman, Cameron, and Chase were standing nervously, cross-armed, watching Cuddy pace angrily for the second time that hour. House and Wilson were sitting in identical positions in the couch—left ankle on right thigh, right elbow resting on right knee, chin sitting on right hand.

"Hmm…" House said.

"HHMMmm…" Wilson imitated. Cuddy glared at them both.

"Well, you can all kiss your practicing licenses goodbye!" Cuddy finally snapped.

"No way," Chase said defiantly. "They can't blame any of us for bad hospital workers."

"House was wearing a bra!" Cuddy yelled.

"When you put it that way…" Cameron said. Once Chase had found the camera, they had all changed into their normal clothes as fast as they could. Unfortunately, this caused House to trip and knock everyone to the ground at the exact moment when both Cameron and Cuddy were trying to put on their bras. The camera had snapped a picture of House lying on top of two semi-naked female doctors. The camera had since disappeared from the window.

"It's illegal to take those pictures anyway, right?" Foreman asked hopeful.

"Not if it's a hospital administrator taking the picture. They have every right to survey their own premises," Cuddy reasoned. "It isn't our personal room." Cameron walked over to the window for the seventh time and tried to find a way to open it.

"Why don't we just break the window?" asked Chase.

"It's plexiglass. Not exactly the easiest thing to break," Foreman said.

"Anyway," Cuddy groaned, "there's no fire escape. It's quite a drop down… to the blacktop."

"No fire escape?" Chase asked, looking to verify for himself, even though there obviously wasn't one. "Isn't that a violation of some code?"

"I certainly hope not," Cuddy said.

A short silence followed, and Cuddy walked over to House and Wilson. Wilson was saying, "and I would totally do that coffee shop girl. Oh, hello, Cuddy," he said, looking up. Cuddy looked confused for a second.

"Whatever. I don't even want to know." Cuddy walked over to the cabinet under the sink, opened one of the walls of the cupboard, and poured herself a generous glass of bourbon.

"WHAT?" House shouted, eyes wide, when he saw what Cuddy had done. Cuddy looked at the cupboard, and then the glass in her hand and sighed resignedly. She realized she had just given away one of the hospital's best kept secrets: the store of liquor in the doctor's lounge. House held out his hand and clucked his tongue. Cuddy sighed and poured him a glass of Jefferson's on the rocks and reached out to hand it to him.

"Wait, wait. Let's have some fun with this," Cameron said, gesturing to the drink.

"Exactly what I was going to do…" House said, with the air of saying "duh."

"No, I mean, we should play a game. Let's play 'I Never!'" Cameron said enthusiastically. She took a sip and then smiled. "This stuff is delicious!" she said. "Of course, it's no Booker's." Chase's ears perked up and his eyes snapped to Cameron. "…then again, it's Booker's is super alcoholic. Just one glass…" Cameron's voice trailed off as she noticed Chase looking at her excitedly.

"Did you know Booker's is 63% alcohol?" Chase asked, taking a step toward Cameron.

"And Jefferson's is 44% percent?" Cameron said, inching toward Chase.

"But the best is…" Chase began.

"Woodford Reserve!" they shouted together at the same time.

"Oh my god!" Cameron gushed.

"We're, like, exactly the same!" Chase squealed.

"We belong together!" Cameron shouted. The two jumped together into a photogenic embrace.

"Well, okay then," Cuddy said. "Now that that's over…"

"Let's play!" Wilson shouted.

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They were all sitting together in a circle. Everyone had already had a couple sips when they were deciding who should start.

"Okay… uh…" Chase said, "I never… ate dog before." Everyone else in the circle, except Cameron, took a sip of bourbon. Cameron looked scandalized.

"How could—" Cameron said, while Chase gasped. Foreman just rolled his eyes.

"I never…" Foreman said, thinking, "I never dated a vampire." House was the only one to take a sip. Wilson looked at him curiously.

"Actually," House explained, "she was a blood fetishist who hated sunlight. I dumped her when I woke up with her sucking at a scab on my toe."

"Whatever," Cuddy said. "I've never done a girl before." Everyone else took a sip. Chase raised his eyebrow at Cameron, while Foreman lowered his.

"Twice. Once when I was drunk and once when I was stoned," Cameron explained.

"Wait… but you said that you've only done drugs once. And that was the time we…" Chase's voice trailed off as he saw Cameron nodding. "How many people came over that day?!" He asked incredulously. Cameron pretended to count off on her fingers. "That's sexy," Chase said, and pulled Cameron into a vicious kiss.

"Ew," said Foreman, watching Chase swallow Cameron's entire face.

"I've never walked down a street naked," House said. Wilson took a drink, and House burst out laughing. Wilson looked at him angrily.

"I just can't hold my alcohol very well, alright?" Wilson huffed.

"I know…" House said, turning to Cuddy. Cuddy started giggling.

"The duck thing…!" Cuddy and House started laughing loudly. Wilson's face turned red.

"It's not funny. I've spent the night in jail three times because of alcohol you forced on me!" he tried to yell at House, who wasn't listening.

"Fine! I've never crapped in my pants in the last five years," Wilson said, glaring at House. All traces of humor were gone from House's face as he downed another shot. Cuddy erupted in another fit of laughter.

"I've never had SEVEN yeast infections!" Cameron yelled, trying desperately to stop Cuddy's annoying laughter. It worked. Cuddy glared at Cameron, eyes filled with fury. She took a shot and then advanced on Cameron.

"Oh, you little…"

"Hey, peace and love everybody!" said a tipsy Wilson, tears of laughter streaming down his face. Foreman, who was even worse than Wilson with alcohol, started giggling uncontrollably. House, the only one who was completely sober, looked disgusted at Wilson, who had drunk some more of the swirling amber liquid. Then Wilson burst into loud sobs, holding the bottle aloft. "Amber. This bourbon is amber. It's a horrible thing. Disgracing the name of Amber's memory forever!" Wilson took off his pants, wrapped the bottle in them, threw it against the wall and passed out. Foreman screamed and ran over to Wilson and started administering CPR. He then looked up at Cuddy with tears in his eyes.

"He's gone." And with that, Foreman collapsed in a heap on top of a very much alive Wilson. Cuddy checked both of their pulsed, which were normal, and then sat down on the couch. House looked at her, and because she looked a little bit sad, he sat down next to her and put his arm around her waist. Cuddy, who was shocked by this show of compassion, looked up at him, befuddled.

"Oh, don't act so surprised," House snapped, and then regretted it. "I'm not always cynical."

"Well, I like this," Cuddy said. She placed her hand on House's heart and fell asleep on House's shoulder. Suddenly, Wilson woke up with a start, shoved Foreman off of him, and dashed to the bathroom. He threw open the door, and started peeing, and then felt a presence behind him. He looked over, and Cameron and Chase, were both naked on the floor, looking up at Wilson with a look of disgust and embarrassment. House saw everything because the door was thrown open with such force that it got stuck. He chuckled to himself, and then stroked Cuddy's hair.

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Everybody was sitting in Cuddy's office with a cup of coffee in their hands. House and Cuddy were sitting with their legs hanging off the desk. Wilson, who had refastened his pants backwards, was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. Chase and Cameron were cuddled up in the corner of the couch, leaving room for Foreman, who was sitting up straight and tall. Two nurses had bust open the door, a black Nikon in their hands.

"We decided that y'all should experience some time together to work as a team to try and get out. We took pictures to document and give to the board." Cuddy's eyes had widened when she saw the pictures they had been holding. "We decided to just tell them the camera had malfunctioned and you guys worked together," the other nurse had said. They had handed Cuddy the pictures, and now they were in their office laughing at them.

"Ha! I like this one," said Wilson, pointing at the picture of House yelling at Cuddy.

"Nah, this is my favorite," House said, pointing to the picture of them all in a circle. Cuddy was swinging her bra around and House's eyes were as big as saucers, while Chase was not-so-subtly gaping and Cameron's chest.

"Wow," Cuddy smiled, looking around. "We had some good times."