"Why the sudden interest?" She snapped, giving him the same intense glare he was beaming at her. They stared at one another in silence for a moment until House finally looked away, shaking his head as if he hadn't heard her question.

"What?" He asked, looking back at her.

"Why do you suddenly want to get to know me? You've never made any attempt before, why all of the sudden are you interested?"

"Could it be that I just want to get to know you better?" He snapped.

"Why, so you can poke fun at me for my insecurities, slap me in the face with my own personal vendettas in front of everyone…to humiliate me?"

"What makes you think I would do that?"

"You are nothing if not yourself." She replied simply. "Any tidbits that I would let you in on you would inevitably be known as public news, don't ask me why, you're just like that."

"I wouldn't do that to you."

"Bullshit."

"Then why the interest in me?" He retorted. "For the past year and a half you've done nothing but open yourself up to me, telling me that I need to express how I feel, all that physchological bullshit-"

"Have you ever once thought that maybe it would make you feel better, to let people know what makes you… you?" She interrupted. "Don't talk to me about insecurities when you can't even admit to your own." She spat, standing and beginning to walk away.

"Who are you to talk to me about not admitting my insecurities…" He asked as she turned on her heels to glare at him as he sat there, her arms folded over her chest. "when you can't even admit your own?"

"A double-sided coin so to speak." She pointed out, staring down at her shoes.

"I would never say anything to hurt you Cameron." He informed a stunned Cameron.

"It's not what you say House, it's what you do." She sighed. "When we're at work…" She trailed.

"In the office…" He started, contemplating on how to finish. "That's just the way I am, I would never intentionally say or do something to poke fun at or humiliate you." He informed her, holding the gaze she now had fixated on him.

"What is this?" She asked again, coming back over to sit across from him, keeping eye contact with him.

"I don't know." He answered truthfully.

"What are we doing?"

"Again, I do not know." He answered slowly, rubbing his temples. "What do you want it to be?"

"You know what I wanted." She replied, looking back up to the sky as he winced at her use of the past tense of want.

"Let's go to my place and have a drink." He offered. "Maybe with a little alcohol we'll quit arguing and loosen up." She nodded in response, following along side him as they began to walk towards his bike.

"House." She said in a small voice, looking down at the ground and refusing to meet the gaze she could feel him giving her. "Don't make me trust you if you're gonna hurt me." She sighed, House seeing the wall she had built around herself slowly inching down. Stopping just inches from the bike he picked up her helmet and turned to face her.

"I will never hurt you." He replied, looking into her eyes, so weary and nervous. Placing the helmet on her head and slapping the face guard down he turned and did the same for himself. Putting his cane in its holster he mounted the bike in front of an awaiting Cameron and within a moment they were off into the night.

'Where did that come from?' She berated herself. 'You are the biggest sap on the face of the planet! What are you trying to do, make him fall in love with you and your mysteries? He's only interested because of your distrust. What are you going to do when he finds out the truth? He'll get bored with you and then you'll be alone…again. Heartbroken and lonely, just like always.' Her mind whirled as the city blazed past them, nothing completely in focus. 'At least your used to it.' She told herself as they came to a halt in front of 221B. She sighed when her arms had to release House's body and was it just her or did he just let out a loud breath? Why is his breathing labored? He just drove a bike, what is there to get out of breath about? 'Could he?' She asked herself, getting off of the bike. 'Don't kid yourself, it'll only break your heart…again.'

"Make yourself at home." He directed her as he limped off to what she assumed was the kitchen. Taking in her surroundings in his somewhat familiar home she decided on the couch, pushing herself as close to the end of it as she could go before leaning back to rest comfortably. He slowly shuffled back into the room without his cane, instead holding two cups of ice and a bottle of what looked like scotch. "You like?" He asked, halting himself and holding the bottle up so that she could see. Nodding he continued to the couch where he sat next to her on the middle cushion, not touching yet close enough that she could feel his body heat emanating off of him.

Placing the bottle between his legs he offered her a glass, ignoring the waves of heat coursing through him as her fingers brushed his. Switching the glass and the bottle around he unscrewed the top and poured her glass to brimming. Doing the same to his own he set the bottle on the table in front of him and turned so that he could face an amused Cameron. "What?" He asked as she turned so that they were facing.

"Trying to get me drunk?" She asked, downing half her glass and staring down at her glass which was only half full.

"What ever gave you that idea?" He asked, propping his elbow on the couch and placing the side of his head on his knuckles, staring intently at her as she answered.

"It's customary to only fill scotch half way into a glass." She replied, taking a sip of the drink.

"I don't do anything half-way." He shrugged, taking a long pull on the drink, his eyes focused on her as a small smile played at the corner of her lips. "What?" He asked, feigning innocently. "Is Cameron having dirty thoughts?"

"No!" She exclaimed, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"So you're trying to tell me that you're not picturing me naked?"

"House!" She exclaimed. "No!"

"So you are picturing me naked." He rasped, watching as Cameron hung her head in exasperation.

"What? House…how did you get that from no, I think that speaks in itself."

"No… no in the context you used it in would mean yes." He smiled. She thought for a moment and he watched as her brow furrowed in concentration for a moment, seeing their banter play back in her mind before she finally sighed.

"You take everything I say and turn it against me." She informed him.

"Back to the trust issue so quickly?" He asked, his eyebrows rising in curiosity.

"I never said a word about trust, you did."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Why are you so exasperating?"

"Why do set yourself up to become exasperated by me?"

"Why won't you just answer the damn question?"

"Why don't you trust me?" They leered at one another before Cameron topped off what remained in her glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. With courage that she didn't know she possessed she looked straight into his eyes before beginning…