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Cuddy stared out the window in her office. The sun was setting, and there was a small drizzle. How cliche. But I suppose it does fit the mood. Thoughts swirled in her mind and she was unsure of so many things. She hadn't spoken to Wilson about what had happened in her office earlier. What was she supposed to say? "Wow James I've always thought of you as more of a friend but I wasn't expecting you to come on to me while our friend was asleep in a hospital bed just a few doors down?" Why do I feel like I'm in high school all over again? Wasn't all this romance stuff supposed to be much simpler after graduation? Ugh...what would House say? Just then, Wilson decided to walk in.

"Um...hi." His hand went to the back of his neck, as he looked at the floor. I feel like such a teenager...

"James...uh...Wilson. Hi. How's House?" She gave him a tight smile. It didn't help to put him at ease.

"He's good. Mad he can't drink. Same as always. I actually...I actually came to talk to you about...um...police. Should we call them?" What a wuss. Man up and talk to her about a date...why does my inner voice sound so much like House? And why am I not more worried about that?

"Oh...well. I guess now that he's awake it's really his decision...I hope he does call them...but it's House. I doubt he'll try to put his father in jail if it means he has to deal with any police or court of law."

"Yeah...I guess. I'll go talk to him about it. Want to come and get ridiculed with me?"

"James...have a seat. Maybe we should talk about what you...what happened earlier." Cuddy walked from behind her desk to the couch and sat, patting the cushion beside her. A bit reluctantly, Wilson sat as far away from her as possible.

"Lisa...I'm sorry about that...I don't know where it came from. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything..."

"James...stop rambling. I...didn't mind it. If you meant it that is." Wilson smiled.

"Yeah Lisa...I meant it." She smiled and he continued. "I was thinking about trying out that new Italian place...House doesn't like Italian...so...would you like to join me? Maybe sometime after House is out of the hospital."

"I love Italian."

"Then it's a date." They both grinned, and Lisa blushed.

"It's a date."

House eyed Chase as the young doctor looked at the chart that hung from the foot of the hospital bed.

"Wilson said I coded when you were operating on me." Chase looked up and just nodded. House continued. "Were you scared?" Chase nodded again. "More so than when anyone else codes when your operating?" Taking a deep breath, Chase sat and looked at his boss before nodding yet again. House was confused. "Why? I treat you like some little bitch boy and you won't stop looking up to me."

"You're...I don't know...my mentor. You have been for three years. Your opinion matters to me. Doing well in your eyes matters. You're a brilliant doctor...a genius really. Medicine would have lost a great mind if you had...if you hadn't made it. So yeah. I was scared. Petrified." It was House's turn to nod as he digested what Chase had just said. Chase stood to leave and when he was almost at the door, House spoke like he has a habit of doing.

"I'm glad you did the surgery." Chase froze for a moment, then turned and looked at him for a moment.

"I'm not." He finally said after a few minutes. He then turned and left and House was left staring at his back.

House picked up the phone and then put it back down. He picked it back up again, only to once more lay it on its cradle. He picked it up and was so engrossed in staring at it and thinking, he didn't noticed the very amused Cameron leaning against his door. That is until she giggled. He looked up with a start and put down the phone.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Who were you going to call?"

"I was going to get you to bring me Chinese food but I couldn't remember you number." Smooth cover dumbass.

"I thought your concussion wasn't bad, you shouldn't be forgetting my number." Now worried, Cameron strode quickly over to the bed and placing her messenger bag on the floor, shined her penlight into his eyes. Squinting, House pushed the small light away.

"It's not the concussion, it's the not having to page you for however long it's been, plus just waking up and still being half asleep. Get that thing away from me."

Satisfied, but still a bit concerned, Cameron pocketed the flashlight and took up her seat beside his bed yet again. She didn't even bother asking about her book. Suppose he gave it to her, then what reason would she have for coming around here.

"So how are you feeling today? I brought you a couple of magazines and some batteries. Oh and my laptop to charge your Ipod since we kind of killed the battery yesterday."

House just watched her. Why do I have to be so damn old? Why does she have to be so damn perfect? Aware of his stare, Cameron looked up. When the pair made eye contact, you could actually feel the sparks fly through the air between the two. It was electric. It was Cameron who looked away first, and when she did, House took the opportunity to speak.

"You know Cameron, I actually like you coming by here. It isn't as bad as I would have thought it to be. You aren't as...I'm not sure. You just aren't what I thought."

"Is that...good?" He could see the hope in her eyes, and was lost for a moment.

"It just is...I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I will. Eventually. Hey guess what, Wilson likes Cuddy."

With the rapid conversation change, Cameron knew the topic of them together wasn't really going to come up that day. But just a glance in those stormy eyes of his, and she knew...she knew he was at least thinking about it. And for now that was enough for her.