A/N: Just the usual gushing from me about how great y'all are. Thanks for the overwhelmingly good response on this!

Chapter 4: Foreman isn't the only one who can pick locks

Cameron awoke earlier than she would have normally due to the crick in her neck. She sat up, shivering and looking around. It was cold. She was still in her tee and jeans from last night.

"Where the hell am I…oh yea, that's right." She recalled last night's events and grinned to herself. Then she glanced at the clock on the nearby shelf.

"Whoa!" She yelped out loud and jumped off the couch. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no clothes to wear and she was already late for work.

"Why didn't he wake me up!? I don't even have time to go home and get changed!"

She passed his bedroom door and cautiously opened it, peeking inside.

"Oh, that's why."

She tiptoed into the room and looked at the slumbering figure.

"He looks so peaceful when he's asleep…I wonder what he's dreaming about…probably Doris." This last thought made her laugh out loud and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.

House yawned and sat up slowly. "Were you watching me sleep? That's just beyond creepy."

"Actually I was going to wake you up." She turned her face and tapped her cheek with her finger.

House rolled his eyes, clambered out of bed, and gave her another peck. "Thank you. I expect one every morning and evening." She ignored the second eyeball roll. "We're late."

"And your point is?"

"Oh, excuse me, I'm late. You're right on time."

"Perfect as always. I call the shower!"

"House, no, I'm late. Let me go first, please."

"No way, you'll use all the hot water."

"And you won't?!" Cameron looked at him pleadingly.

"Don't look at me like that. You look like one of Wilson's bald headed kids…only with hair."

"I'll make coffee…"

"You would anyway. Face it, the only way you're getting in there first is if you go in with me."

"All right," She said, meeting his eyes.

"What? No!"

"But you just said-…" She began, but he cut her off.

"I said that because I knew you'd be shocked and offended and would never go for it. Fake girlfriend or not, you will draw the line somewhere…obviously it isn't at showering together."

"Then let me go first."

"Never." And with that parting word, he turned and crossed the room to the bathroom faster than he should have been able to, clicking the lock behind him.

"Wait your turn!"

Cameron pounded on the door in exasperation. She was going to be so late. Granted, he was her boss, but it was principle of the thing. Being late was setting a bad precedent. It just wasn't her.

She sat down on the bed and waited. She heard water being turned on in the bathroom and glanced at the clock on the nightstand, watching the minutes tick by.

Then, suddenly, an idea popped in her head, and she headed out in the living room where she'd left her purse.

House had just stepped in the shower, allowing a little more hot water than normal, when he thought he heard a noise, a rattling sound. He shrugged it off. Moments later though, a shadow appeared through the shower curtain.

"No way…"

He had just enough time to grab a washcloth before Alison Cameron flung the curtain open, wrapped in a towel.

"Move over. I'm coming in."

"Cameron, what the hell?!"

"Let me in," She said, trying hard to keep her eyes on his face. "I'm not leaving, and you can't make me without moving that washcloth, so you're stuck." She knew she had him and she was loving it.

"How did you even get in here!?"

"Foreman isn't the only one who can pick locks," She replied with a smile, holding up the bobby pin she'd gotten out of her purse.

"I'm changing the lock."

"Move over."

"Do I get to look?"

"No, you perv. Eyes on my face. If they go below my shoulders-…"

"You'll leave?" House asked hopefully, really not comfortable with the situation.

"No, I'll tell Doris we broke it off."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me."

House weighed his options briefly, then moved over.

"Thank you," She said, dropping the towel without ceremony, and stepping into the shower.

"Eyes Greg."

"Yea, yea."

"You seem like you've done this before," He said, watching her wet her hair.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I have taken a shower before, thanks for noticing."

"You know what I meant."

"I used to with my husband. Have you ever done it?"

"Nope."

"Ooo, a virgin. Fun, fun." She giggled.

"Don't get any ideas about deflowering me in this shower. Not going to happen."

"Suit yourself. Shampoo my hair please."

"What?"

"You heard me…eyes up here. It's your job."

"My job?"

"Yes, now get to it, I'm going to be late enough."

He sighed and got the shampoo down from its place and rubbed it into her hair, letting go of the washcloth as he did so. He could feel her shiver as his fingers touched her. He heard her sigh quietly.

"Thank you," She said, clearing her throat, and standing under the shower to rinse, staring at his eyes as she did so. "Was that so bad?" She asked with a smile.

She picked the washcloth up with her foot and tossed it to him. He caught it and put it back in its place. She rinsed the top of her head, closing her eyes against the water as she did so.

"I know I really shouldn't complain about being in a shower with a naked woman…but this is just weird."

"Would it be weird if I was anyone else…say…Angelina Jolie?"

"Well, no, then it wouldn't be weird, it'd be a dream, which means I would be Brad Pitt, and there would be rugrats running around all over the place, and we'd kick them out every day and have non stop sex in every room of our gigantic mansion. And then we'd-…"

"Enough….eww. Brad Pitt is overrated. You're just as good," She said quickly and waited, for what she wasn't sure. No way he'd return the compliment.

"And Angelina Jolie is… underrated…seriously, that woman is...wow."

Cameron rolled her eyes and tossed her wet hair so it hit him in the face.

"Hey!"

"Now I have to do you…your hair I mean. Turn around." She silently hoped he hadn't noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks.

He obeyed her and she stood on tiptoe and soaped up his hair.

"You got it in my eyes!"

"I did not!"

"Yes you did, I think I'm going blind!"

"Stop it, you are not, and you can rinse now." He turned and stood under the shower, rinsing the shampoo as quickly as humanly possible, closing his eyes as the soap ran down.

"All done?" Cameron asked.

"Yep. Are you?"

She nodded and he shut the shower off. She stepped out first, after wringing out her hair, facing him so as to keep track of his eyes. "Here, this is your towel." She picked up the one she'd had around her, without lowering her eyes, and handed it over to him.

He wrapped it around his waist and stepped out, going to a cabinet and grabbing another towel for her, which she took gratefully.

"Now, honestly, was that so bad?"

"I guess not, but it would have taken less time to take them separately."

She thought a second. He was right.

She walked closer to him until their bare toes were touching. She curled hers over his and heard him swallow.

"But, you gotta admit, it was more fun this way," She said softly, biting her lower lip.

"Or, it would have been, if I'd been allowed to look."

"Fake boyfriends aren't allowed to look," Cameron said smugly, backing off.

"I hate that word."

"What word?" She asked innocently, a wicked grin appearing on her face. "Boyfriend?"

"Cut it out."

"Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend!"

"And everyone says I'm immature."

Cameron picked her clothes up and headed to the door to change in his bedroom. She had her hand on the doorknob when he stopped her.

"Cam-Allie?" She paused at the use of her first name.

"Yea?"

"I looked when you had your eyes closed."

"I'm not surprised at all. It figures you would do something like that." She didn't seem angry at all, though.

"Why isn't she mad? She should at least be annoyed. She threatened me after all."

Cameron turned the knob and started to leave the bathroom. In the doorway, she stopped and turned around to face him.

"Greg?"

"What?"

"I looked too." She smiled pleasantly and left the room, shutting the door behind her without another word.

A/N: I wasn't planning on doing that scene so soon, but I really liked it in my head and was anxious to get it posted. What did you think?