Chapter 7

Cuddy didn't want to look for Cameron. After saying she would find her, she decided against it, finding it best to leave her be. If she did see her, she might say something. She needed to get work done. Her paperwork was already piling up; she didn't need any more to do. She started to walk back to her office, a hand on her head, which she was shaking slowly. She was doing it without really knowing. It wasn't really a habit, but she did do it from time to time, usually when nobody was looking, but today was different. She had two meetings today, one with some very annoying, very important person. She entered the little area that led to her office. "Finally! Now I can actually get some work done!" Cuddy thought.

"Dr. Cuddy, are you ok?" Cuddy's current assistant asked. This one was a female, unlike the last one that House had made fun of. Her hands were folded on her desk, and she was looking up at Cuddy from her seat.

Dr. Cuddy removed her hand from her head. "Yes, thanks." Cuddy said with a grin. Right after that, she left the office hallway and went back to the clinic, leaving her assistant to stare at the spot where her boss was and shrug. She was used to Cuddy leaving quickly, for she was always busy. There was always House, or some meeting.

Cuddy had spotted Cameron. She was standing at the nurse's desk, reading a file, probably about a patient she was about to call. The clicking of heels made Cameron look up immediately; knowing Cuddy was coming this way. She wondered why she was coming, for she usually didn't talk to her. "Hey." Cuddy said when she was next to Cameron. "How are you?"

"I'm ok." Cameron said, closing the file and placing it on the table, as well as placing a hand on it.

"House and I are concerned that you have been stressed lately. ...Okay, well House is probably just curious." Cuddy smirked. "But really, if you're having a problem that's ...Okay, well House is probably just curious." Cuddy smirked. "But really, if you're having a problem that's interfering with your work, everybody's naturally concerned. Is there anything we could do to assist in getting this resolved?"

"I'm not stressed out." Cameron said, dropping her other hand to her side.

"You really seem to be. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Cuddy said, placing a hand on Cameron's shoulder.

Cameron shook her head. "Foreman and Chase would kill me for sure."

"If they say anything, I'll deal with them." Cuddy said. "Just do it. You need to relax a bit." Cuddy spoke everything in a kind tone, one that a mother would use to comfort their child if they had a nightmare.

"Fine." Cameron said, walking off to get her things. She didn't want to leave early. She knew Cuddy was telling the truth, but she would still probably get a few remarks.

Cuddy sighed and shook her head, this time without putting a hand on it as she walked to her office again. She was glad she could help a bit, but she needed to get some paperwork done. This time, she wouldn't have any interruptions.

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Cameron had taken Cuddy's suggestion and went home, and was taking a much-needed shower. She let the hot water cascade over her body, not caring that it was a bit too hot. She was sore, tired, and not in the mood to hear directions and news about cases right now. She was somewhat glad she left; though there was probably no way that she could relax, though she could enjoy the silence.

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"Where's Cameron?" Chase asked, sitting at the MRI machine with Foreman. They had recently got a new case, and now they were forced to do everything without Cameron. It had been about an hour.

"I don't know." Foreman replied. "Maybe she was sick."

"She doesn't look sick." Chase said, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"She sure has been acting differently." Foreman said, looking at the MRI screen as he spoke.

"Yeah." Chase mumbled. Suddenly his eyes widened, realizing about when this started happening, and he put his hand on his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Foreman asked, now looking at Chase.

"Nothing." Chase said. He now had a vital piece of information, and he wasn't about to share it with anybody.

Foreman shrugged. "Ok." He then turned his attention back to the MRI screen, and nothing more was said that day.

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AUTHOR: And, yet another cliffhanger. Just because I stopped talking about Cameron's house today, doesn't mean I won't go back to the Cameron home thing, by the way… ANYWAY: THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND Oracle Phoenix FOR HELPING ME EDIT THIS! Why don't you check out her stories? AND: Sorry about shortness.