AN: Hello ladies (in my Old Spice Guy voice), I hope you are doing well. I have a plan for this one..well…kind of a plan…let's see how well I actually stick to it… Before I do that I would like to point out my own mistake. I wrote that Cameron had the day off and then was at work…Whoopsie! My bad! I didn't mean to write that she had the day off…So, now that that's out of the way, let's get back to the story…

It had been a week with no awkward creeper letter, so Allison thought she was in the clear and it was a fluke or some stupid House prank that he forgot about. She went to get coffee in the doctor's lounge and passed Thirteen—as per usual at this point on her way.

When she came back to her office another letter was on her keyboard just like last time.

"Oh fuck." She breathed out. Her jaw was firmly shoved to one side of her mouth while she thought about her next move. The only logical move was to read the letter and hope that her stalk-mirer was a little less…everything.

Dr. Allison Cameron,

I thought I would be able to hold out longer than this, but I have to tell you what I know now…I can keep my identity a secret until I'm more comfortable—

"Until you're more comfortable? Fuck me." She said as she continued reading.

I understand that I might be coming off a creeper, and my lady fair, that is sooo not what I want…I just…well, I'll talk about that later. On to your secret. You, my lady fair, are into women—

"Well…no shit Sherlock, I don't keep who I am under lock and key…just away from House…" Cameron looked up, wondering if it was House…it wouldn't be the first time he's fucked with her head. But…for some reason, she just wasn't getting a 'House' vibe from this.

I saw you at the bar last week…and again last night. I have to say, I was rather impressed with your first performance that I didn't think you'd be able to top it..what with leaving the bar with two other women to fuck them in what I can only imagine to be the ultimate of threesomes… My panties were soaked when I watched you dance. Shit! I did not mean to write that and I have no white out…I apologize for that..if you can read it. I just… You intrigued me before, but now that I know what I know. Now that I know that you LOVE WOMEN! You turn me on so much more…and I don't just mean physically, but emotionally…mentally as well.

Well, I think I've written too much,

Your Secret Admirer

"What the fuck!" Allison was bug-eyed, "she saw me leave with Harley and Gaby and she saw there last night as well?" Who said it was a she? She thought to herself, "That's a valid question except that it is a lesbian bar…a dude could potentially stand out…" Yes, but there are such things a butches and anyone is welcome.. "Fuck…" She soon lost herself in thought.

Then a thought slapped her in the face. She got up from her office desk and threw the door open. She took a step into the hall and looked up. She smirked and crossed her arms. She had a security guard to see.

She knocked on the door to the security room. "Come in!" a voice called.

"Hi, I'm sure you have no idea who I am, but I'm doctor Cameron." Allison came into the room and introduced herself.

"Oh we know who you are. You run the ER. I'm Carl. This is Daren." Daren waved at her and she smiled back, "What cane we do for you Dr. Cameron."

"Um, I was wondering if I could look at the tape to my office door from just a little while ago…"

"Oh yeah… No, we can't do that. We can't let you watch them legally." Daren said then ran the tip of his thumb over the tip his index and middle fingers in an, 'but you can pay us' kind of way.

Cameron gave Carl a look then stared at Daren—who was still trying to tell her what he couldn't say..legally, "Are you suggesting I pay you?" She asked.

"No, that would be bribery…" Daren said while nodding his head up and down.

It finally clicked, "Someone already paid you to keep your mouths shut." She grinned.

"And! Legally we aren't allowed to show you the tapes." Car said.

"Are you allowed to tell me who paid you and who has been putting letters on my desk?" She asked.

Carl opened his mouth then closed it.

"What did she pay you?" Cameron asked.

"She paid us $150 each." Daren said.

Carl turned and hit him, "You are so stupid! She didn't know it was a woman!" He yelled at Daren.

Allison stopped the bickering before it even got a chance to move past that, "Hey! Alright! Okay…I'll give you $200 if you swear that you won't tell her I came here…and you tell me who it was." She stuck her hand out for a shake.

Daren stood and reached over Carl, "Dr. Hadley." He looked at Carl who was looking back at him like he was the dumbest person in the world, "What? She's a pretty girl…I can't keep a secret from a pretty girl…especially when she's paying me money." He tried to wink all sexy like, but it made Allison throw up a little in her mouth.

But, she was too excited to have the information, "Thank you." She smirked at him. "Carl? You're a commendable security guard. Daren?..." She thought about it, "You should work on it, but you gave me the information I needed." She smiled, "Here's the money." She put $200 on the desk.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, woah!" Daren stood up. "Where's the rest? We agreed $200 each!"

"No…I said I'd give you..which is the plural of you $200….the 'all' or 'both' after was implied. And I never said 'each'." She said as she walked to the door again.

"You are such an idiot." Carl said to Daren again as Cameron left.

Cameron went back to her office and thought about the letter. She re-read it again a couple times. "She was there last night?" She tried to place her somewhere.

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Allison didn't know when she turned into this party girl…it had just been too terribly long since the last time she went to party…aside from last week…that last week was like the first shot of a really illegal, highly additive drug. That drug though was beautiful women…who could resist? Not she..

She ordered her mojito and scoped the place out. The bartender came right up with her drink and she winked and tipped her for her prompt service. She flirted with the sexy woman a little bit longer before the bartender got taken away and she turned to the crowd once more. A blonde, hazel-eyed beauty caught her eye.

She played her game…caught the girl in her web, and spun her up. She turned slightly to set her drink down as the woman walked over to her. "I'm Halle." She said.

"You're British." Cameron raised her brows.

"Yes I am." She put her hands on either side of her on the bar behind Cameron. "You're American."

"I'm Cameron." Cameron said.

"Yes you are. Is that what people have to do in order to get your name? Guess what country you're from?" The British blonde asked.

Allison shook her head. "No…not unless they are hot, British and named Halle."

"Oh, lucky me." Halle leaned into Cameron a bit more.

Cameron smirked and pulled from her before the Brit could press their lips to one another. "Let's dance." She said.

"Let's get out of here." Halle retorted.

Cameron looked to the side for a moment, a smirk already beginning to grace her features, "Okay." She grinned.

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"Well there's no fuckin' way I can pick her out of that crowd…even if I tried…" Allison said to herself once more.

Allison then began to fixate on the fact that it was Thirteen that was sending her these letters. She couldn't get over that the woman she wanted most in the world wanted her too. This made her grin like a giddy schoolgirl. She wanted to just go seduce Thirteen right then…but she was also just curious to see what would happen…

AN: Hope you liked it! Tell if you did by reviewing! It makes me more confident in my writing!