A/N: Thanks to all the people that sent in reviews/private messages. I actually got more messages than I expected, but that's okay because I love talking to people. I wanted this to start at where I left off, when they're still on the roof because I really liked this little devious plan a friend asked me to write out.

Remy and Allison got up. It really was getting cold out. The brunette pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "1 in the morning. Damn, it's pretty late, considering we have to work tomorrow," she said bluntly.

Cameron chuckled in reply, "Actually, you won House's game. You probably get a day off. "

"Game? What game?"

"That weird diagnostic thing. He only gave us a symptom and expected us to figure everything out. You were right apparently. He made up a random disease in his mind and gave one symptom, then saw who could read his mind first. But congratulations, you read House's mind."

"I don't know if I should be happy or concerned," Remy laughed. "But wait…that entire thing was a game?"

"Yeah?"

The brunette clenched her fists, "So I just had a huge argument with the Aussie douchebag for nothing? God, what an asshole he is. How could you stand him?"

Allison burst out laughing, "He's not that bad. I guess he just doesn't like you."

"Oh gee, thanks," Thirteen said, rolling her eyes. "That makes me feel just so much better. It's amazing that you didn't pursue pep talks as a career."

The blonde gave a joking pout back, giving the puppy eyes that would make her girlfriend melt, "Why are you so mean to me?"

Remy bit her lips, trying her hardest to give in. In the end, it was no use. Her defense was useless against Allison's cuteness, "I'm not mean to you. Just mad at Chase. If anyone is mean to you, it's him."

"Well yeah, but-"

"No butts unless it's consensual," Remy interrupted.

Allison smirked, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Well, actually, the law clearly states-"

"Oh shut up," Allison said, kissing Remy on the lips to silence her.

Remy smiled widely as they both pulled away, "But I guess if it wasn't for Chase, we wouldn't be able to do that."

The blonde nodded and shivered. Her whole body trembled, which wasn't so unusual, especially in this type of weather. "Man, it's really cold out," she said, cracking up. "We really should get off this roof."

Remy nodded, "Agreed." She walked over the door that led downstairs. Pushing down on the ice cold handle, the door wouldn't budge. "Um…Allison?"

Cameron, who was looking at the sky, still admiring the stars, turned back to face her lover, "Yeah?"

"We might have a slight problem?"

The blonde's blue eyes stared into Thirteen's mysterious teal eyes, "How 'slight'?"

"Um…" Remy began, trying to find out how to say it correctly. "We might be locked out here." She turned the handle and pushed against the door again for a demonstration.

"Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me. Now of all times? It's one thing if it was the middle of summer, but Remy, it's September and my God, it's cold out already," the blonde said, crossing her arms to trap in the heat. "We don't even have our lab coats on us. And even if we did, those things aren't the warmest things to wear."

Thirteen silenced Cameron by placing her hand on her cheek, "I'll call the janitor. He locks this door without checking most of the time. He doesn't really expect this to be a hot spot for people."

Allison nodded, "Okay. Just call him already."

"Okay, okay," the brunette replied, scrolling down her contacts on her iPhone. "Hey, Ben. It's Thirteen. This is a bit peculiar to ask, but um…could you like, unlock the door leading to the roof? Me and Dr. Cameron have been stuck up here a while holding a mini differential….Yeah, House has been bugging us all day and we were discussing a separate case…I don't know, I didn't really pay attention to the time….Okay…Yeah, thanks Ben. You're the best."

"He's on his way up?" Allison asked as soon as Remy hung up.

"You could say that," the brunette shrugged. "Look, Ben said he was on the opposite end of the hospital, finishing his rounds. He's gonna finish, walk across the hospital to get the keys, then walk all the way up to unlock the door."

"Which will take?" the blonde pushed further, now rubbing her hands up and down her arms, hoping the friction will generate enough heat to last.

"Half hour, forty minutes? Give or take?" Remy wasn't sure if she should pull a joke or begin to fear for her life.

"That's too long!" Allison whined. Her arms were covered in goose bumps and she was freezing cold. The brunette wasn't sure how to react without hitting a nerve. She stared at her girlfriend for a couple minutes, trying to think of what to do.

Remy began taking off her shirt. Allison tried to look away, but couldn't help herself, "Um…whatcha doin?"

"Take your shirt off."

"What?"

"I said, take your shirt off," the girl repeated, her voice slightly muffled by the cloth.

"Remy, I don't think now's a good time to be stripping down…"

"Just do it."

Allison rolled her eyes, "Do I really have to?"

Remy had fully taken off her shirt by then, "Look, Allison, I'm wearing a turtleneck and you're wearing a short sleeve. Considering that we're about the same size, I'll switch with you. I don't get cold as easily, so I'll be fine. I'm pretty warm actually now. I've been adjusting."

"Okay," Allison sighed. She took a deep breath as she started lifting her shirt off of her body. She quickly pulled the shirt off, "Oh my God! Cold!"

Remy tossed her long sleeve over to Allison as Allison tossed her t-shirt to Remy. Remy quickly slipped into the shirt. It was pretty comfortable actually. It took Allison a bit longer to get her new shirt on, especially since there was more shirt to put on. As she slipped it onto her torso, she could feel Remy's body heat still trapped inside. She felt so much warmer than she was before, especially in the few moments when she was shirtless.

"Oh my God, thank you so much," Allison said, hugging Remy. If she was hugging the brunette any harder, she would've knocked the poor girl out. "I love you so much, you don't even know. Oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Allison," Remy cried out. "Air. Air!"

"Oh right," the blonde replied, letting her go. "Sorry 'bout that."

"N-No problem," Remy said, stretching. She had this weird feeling inside her like her ribs were popping back into place. "Jesus, you're strong. If we ever get mugged, remind me to let you hug them. That might take them down."

"I said I'm sorry," Cameron laughed.

"Well you're lucky that I love you," Remy replied, sitting down. She pulled out her phone and started texting.

Allison peered over Remy's shoulder, "Who ya texting?"

"House."

"It's probably quarter to two-"

"Actually, it's past two."

"You got my point. I'm pretty sure House is sleeping."

Remy looked up at Cameron, "He's sleeping? You really think so?"

"Yeah," the blonde replied with a sort of 'What the hell did you expect?' kind of face.

"Well then," she began. "All the more reason to text him. I'm sure waking him up will be fun."

"You sure?"

"Nope," Thirteen laughed as she hit the send button. "But it's too late now."

Both of the girls could hear footsteps. The door creaked open with a friendly looking man on the opposite end. "Hello ladies," he greeted them with a wide grin.

"Oh my God, Ben you're the best!" Remy said, grabbing Allison's hand and running through the door.

"I try. Thank you though," he laughed.

The two girls ran downstairs. It was so much warmer inside the building, especially on the 7th floor, where they had left all of their stuff. As they entered the "differential room", as they had appropriately nicknamed it, the picked up their jackets and Allison tossed the car keys to Remy, "I'm too tired to drive honey. Can you do it please?"

"Sure," Remy smiled. "C'mon. Let's ditch. But can you stay home with me tomorrow?"

"I can ask."

"You can tell House and ask Cuddy. You work hard and she knows it and I'm sure she'll be willing to give you a day off."

"Fine, baby, whatever you want. Let's go home."

"After you."

The drive home was a louder than a drive should be so late at night. Allison played the Brothers album by the Black Keys that she bought previously. The radio was set at a high enough volume to keep them both awake, while still keeping their eardrums alive.

"Honey, how'd you know I like the Black Keys?"

"I didn't. They're a good band."

"Psh- Good? They're fantastic. God, the things I would do with Dan Auerbach in bed-"

"What?" Allison said, cracking up. If it wasn't nearly three in the morning, she might've gotten a little jealous. Now she was fighting to stay awake and anything could crack her up.

"I said, 'God, the things I would say to Dan Auerbach in my head'? I-I love you baby. I love you lots."

The blonde was bursting out in laughter by this time, "It's okay. He is cute. I'd do him too."

"Aha! Now we're even."

"Sure whatever."

The car pulled up to the apartment. Remy parked swiftly, but skillfully. She prided herself on having driving as one of her main skills, besides medicine and sarcasm. Remy got out of the car, closing the door behind her. "C'mon Allison, we're home."

"Remy, I'm too tired. I'll just sleep in the car."

"Oh my God," the brunette laughed, rolling her eyes. She opened the passenger door. "Unbuckle yourself. I'll carry you."

Cameron flashed a small smile, eyes struggling to stay open. "Yay," she whispered, sounding like a little girl. She held out her arms to accept her girlfriend's invitation. Remy smiled back and picked Allison up. With Allison practically sitting in her arms, she had to kick the car door shut. "Thank God you're not fat or we'd have a problem," Remy laughed.

Allison rolled her eyes, too tired to think of a witty comeback. "Baby, you're so warm," she whispered. "You smell nice too. Like….strawberries. You smell like strawberries."

Remy stopped for a second, "Thanks? You're so strange sometimes, you know that?"

"But you loveeee me," the blonde sang back, beginning to kiss Remy's neck.

"Oh my God, Allison, not now!" Thirteen loudly whispered. If it wasn't so late, she probably would've screamed. "You're turning me on already. Let me at least get upstairs before I start undressing you."

Cameron was off in her own world, humming a random tune while enjoying the taste of the brunette's neck, "You taste like strawberries too. Yayyyy."

Remy began scaling stairs. There were only a few times when she regretted not living on the first floor and this was definitely one of those times, considering Allison was practically asking to be screwed right then and there. "Allison, stop. We're almost there," she whined. "I'm glad I'm a strawberry and all, but I need to get up these stairs without fucking you shitless."

"Shhhhhh….those are bad words."

"What are you? Two now?"

"Maybeeeee…"

"Oh my God," Remy continued in her "I swear if to GOD if these people weren't asleep" whisper. One more flight of stairs, Remy. Nice work. Last step. Awesome. Door's right there. God, the keys. The keys! Fuck, where are my keys? Right, back pocket. God dammit, Allison, I don't want to drop you, but I need my keys. Sweet baby Jesus. Okay Remy, time to make a ninja move. Remy wrapped both of Allison's arms around her neck and managed to support the blonde's weight on one arm. She swiftly pulled her keys out of her back pocket and unlocked the two locks on the door. Pulling the keys out of the top lock, she tossed them on the floor. She could always pick them up later. Pushing the door shut with her foot, Remy moved her arms back into place. "Okay, we're home," Remy sighed, absolutely relieved. She thought she was going to die for sure. Her arms would most likely kill her tomorrow anyways, but at least she's got the day off.

"Yayyyy! Strawberries," Allison cheered, beginning to kiss Remy's neck again.

Thank God we're home. "Alright, to the bedroom," the brunette smiled. It was way past the time they should've gotten home from work and they were both exhausted. Remy usually wouldn't be tired, but crying usually wears her out to begin with, not to mention having to carry a person up two stories. She opened the bedroom door with her foot, not bothering to close it after. They slept together every night so there wasn't anything to hide really. She laid Allison on the bed while the blonde giggled like a kid. Exhaustion apparently makes her act like a toddler. She was a bit warm from all the exercise so she slipped out of the t-shirt that belonged to Cameron. She plopped on the bed.

God, I am so dead. I'm gonna wake up and realize I slept through my entire day off and then I'm gonna have to go back to work and die all over again. Her thoughts were interrupted by Allison's soft hand running up and down her side. "You still up?" the blonde asked, whispering into her ear.

"Yeah," Remy replied, rolling over. "Baby, I'm too tired though. I'm sorry."

"I know honey. I didn't expect you to do anything," Cameron smiled, giving the softest and most innocent chuckle Remy had ever heard. She kissed Remy on the lips. It wasn't hard, it wasn't passionate, just a soft, quick kiss. "Night." She bit her lip a bit, smiling, and quickly fell asleep.

"Night," Remy said, smiling back. She wrapped her arms around Cameron when she saw the blonde was sound asleep. "I love you."

A/N: Alright, it's one in the morning. I worked for hours today and I feel just as exhausted as Remy. Anyways, enjoy the chapter. Sorry it took a while, I've been a bit busy, but I'll have the next chapter up soon hopefully. I'm not starting it now though. Way too tired for that. Maybe I'll dream up the next chapter. That would make my life so much easier…