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Chapter 2- Dropping the bomb

Authors Note- So with the alerts, favorites and reviews this seems worth continuing. (Also, I got Pickles permission to continue, haha)

House smiled mischievously at Allison Cameron as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Aware of his eyes on her, she paused, glancing at him hesitantly. "If it involves clinic hours, No," she said firmly.

House just smiled again, shaking his head. "Grissom finally beat me in chess," he said. Cameron nodded, waiting for the bomb. House was a gambling man and there had to have been some consequence.

House continued to smile, before looking down, "You might not want to wear those shoes tomorrow," he said suddenly. Cameron dropped the straw she had been stirring her coffee with, "Shoes, what? No. House. House," she called, as House strolled out of the room.

House approached Foreman and Chase in the lab, their backs to him. They were going over several test results. House placed a hand on each of their shoulders, his face portraying he was deep in thought.

Chase glanced at Foreman, before glancing back at House. House nodded, "I think you two will look rather good in bullet proof vests. It'll be a nice change from the white lab coats," he smiled, before turning away again.

Chase glanced at Foreman, eyes wide. "What?" he asked. Foreman stared at House's retreating form, puzzled.

House entered his office, sitting down and leaning back slightly in the chair. Unpleasant as Grissom's job sounded, House had a twisted idea in his mind. It might be slightly fun. For once he wouldn't be asked any questions if someone found him in the same room as a dead body.

The door flew open, the door knob hitting the wall. Cameron stood in the doorway, Chase and Foreman behind her. They looked like a small army. Cameron crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. Her teeth were gritted. "What did you do now?" she asked.

House feigned his interest, yawning, "Got you all new jobs, thought you'd be happy," he said. Cameron, unpleased with this answer, didn't budge. "You get a gun," he offered.

Cameron shook her head. "Grissom and I traded jobs for the day,but you guys are coming with me," House finally blurted out. He had finally dropped the bomb. It seemed to have the same ability to increase the pressure in the room as those atomic bombs.

"WHAT!?" Cameron shrieked. Foreman and Chase were silent, their facial expressions screaming. House shrugged, "Lost a bet." Cameron fumed, "Wait until Cuddy hears about this one," she shook her head, ready to turn.

"No, No No," House said, jumping up and grasping his leg in pain. He jerked his cane from atop his desk and ambled over towards Cameron. "Cuddy won't be hearing about this," he pressured.

Cameron shook her head, "No. House. They haven't even BEEN to med school, they could kill someone," she pleaded.

House frowned, "I could kill someone," he counterpointed.

Chase shrugged, "He's got a point there."

"No. Thats only one thing that could go wrong," Cameron continued, "We could get shot. We could screw up evidence. Cuddy could find out, someone could die," she ranted.

House frowned, "Cuddy's going out of town," he said.

Cameron shook her head furiously, "For the weekend. She could still find out."

House smiled, "Ah. But she's not going to," he nodded.

Cameron shook her head. House smirked, sticking out his lower lip. Cameron rolled her eyes. "No," she scoffed.

House thought a moment, "I'll let you have those two days off you wanted, and I won't make you do any of my clinic hours for a month," he pleaded.

Cameron scoffed again, "That's a pathetic trade."

House grumbled, "I'll do your laundry for a week."

Cameron beamed suddenly, House really seemed to want this. "You have to wear an apron while you do the laundry," she smiled mischievously, "The apron that I won from the movie store, the one that says 'Desperate Housewife'," she grinned.

House sighed, avoiding Chase and Foreman's snickers. "Fine," he decided. "But no one tells Cuddy," he ordered.