Allison Cameron approached the board room with some caution. She wasn't sure what House would be up to, and was a little afraid of finding out. Gently pushing to door open, she noticed House was still attempting to save Princess Zelda. Before she could say anything, House regarded her distractedly.
"You haven't contacted the authorities yet," House stated pointedly, "why?"
"Because her father didn't molest her." Cameron sat, placing her case load before her on the table.
"Oh, my bad. It must be that pesky God again, impregnating young girls. Pretty soon Family Court's going to be on him to pay up that back-child support." The sardonic grin was spreading, and he placed the gameboy down. "How much do you think he owes? Two thousand odd years—"
"House." Cameron interrupted, waving a hand to silence him.
"What were you doing, then," he asked, going back to his gameboy.
"Getting more of her history."
"Chase was supposed to be doing that. Oh, right. I can't even trust him to refrain from kissing eight-year-olds." House muttered. "Damn!" He dropped his gameboy and threw his hands up in defeat. Yet another life lost in defense of the princess.
"I thought she might be more comfortable talking to a woman. House, she has a boyfriend. She's sexually active. It's not her father's baby."
"So she says," House cut her off. "How can you be certain?"
"Sometimes you have to trust your patients, House. What else do you want me to tell you? It's Christmas Eve. I'm not ripping apart a family just because of one of your crazy theories." The room fell silent for a moment, rather uncharacteristic of a conversation with Gregory House. Cameron lowered her voice and spoke gently: "What are you doing for Christmas, House?"
"Oh, I'm in a choir of cripples. We'll be making our rounds in a few underprivileged neighborhoods to make them forget how hungry they are."
"I mean seriously." Cameron arose from her seat, intent on heading out the door.
"Where are you going?" House picked up his gameboy again, thinking of other strategies.
"To make sure Foreman's not getting behind with your work." With that, Cameron left, silently shutting the door behind her.