Chapter Five
She woke up the next morning in a daze. She felt like she was buckled into her bed, forgetting who was sharing the bed with her. A small smile arose on her face when she realized who it was. House. Surprisingly, he had stayed the whole night. It was nearing time to go to work so she went about her morning routine, as always. She wasn't about to wake up House, very well knowing he wouldn't be going to work for hours. She wrote a note and left it where she'd been laying next to him and drove herself to work. As she filled out some evaluation reports, she couldn't help but think of House. He slept in her bed last night. He knew about the bruises and about her not eating. That's when it occured to her: she'd become his mystery again. And that made her angry.
Back at Cameron's apartment, House was finally waking up to find a small note where Cameron's frail body had been. "Gone to work, see you there. - Cameron". Short and sweet, they both knew that had the note been any longer he probably would've lost interest. He rolled on his back and looked at her ceiling for a moment. He sighed loudly, when he came up with an idea. Popping some vicodin, he reached for his cellphone and dialed the number of his private investigator friend. After a short conversation, he hung up and went to the kitchen to look for food. Not suprising, there wasn't much except for in the freezer he found some food clearly marked "Chris". There was a knock on the door and House checked the peephole before opening.
"Nice to know you know what the word 'urgent' means," House gruffed. "Did you bring it?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it. So, what are you, a peeping tom now?" the man asked.
"No, I think my, uh, friend is being abused and I need evidence because I know she won't go to the police herself" House responded.
To him, it sounded like a very good idea but he knew when Cameron found out he was sticking a camera in her house, without her knowledge, she wouldn't be very happy. He would deal with the consequences of that when it came. The P.I. discreetly hid the camera in the living room, in a spot that could view the whole room. Popping some more vicodin, he made sure her boyfriend wouldn't be able to spot the camera and when he was satisfied, he headed off to work.
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"I tried to call you last night but you never answared. I wasn't aware you had other friends," Wilson joked as he ate his lunch as House picked off his plate.
"Hooker night," he answared simply.
"I wasn't aware that immunologists turn into hookers at night," he stated matter of factly.
House scrunched his eyebrows, "No, I have a thing for waitresses. They know how to serve me the best".
"Give it up, House. I ran into Cameron this morning and she said you stopped by last night".
"Did she say anything else?"
"Noooo," he dragged out, curious as to what else happened. "Something you want to tell me?"
"It's two girls for the price of one down at Zachary's," he stated before walking away.
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Cameron scurried around the ER as alot of people from a five car pile up were brought in. She could hear her stomach rumbling and it'd been about 36 hours since she'd eaten. After about an hour, the ER had calmed down she recieved a page. She looked at the message, "SOS, House". She rolled her eyes. He probably just lost his gameboy, she thought. She decided to take the stairs so she'd burn some unwanted calories. Climbing the stairs was torture, she could feel her bones about to break. After about ten minutes she finally made it to the glass doors and opened the door to the room.
"Carbuncles and impetigo," House stated as Cameron scrunched her eyebrows.
"Consult?" she said nearly out of breath.
"Cellulits, boils and sty hm," she read the file out loud.
House stared at her intently as he leaned on his cane. While she looked at the file, he gave her a once over. She was wearing her heavy white lab coat, as always and some scrubs. He couldn't really tell what her body looked like, since her clothes were baggy. The only noticeable thing was the bags under her eyes, which seemed painted on because they were there every day.
"MRSA," she then stated simply then looked at him. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Have you eaten today?" he asked gently.
She looked away, "No".
He hesitated, "after work, how about I take you out to dinner," he asked slowly.
"You don't have to be nice to me, House".
"It's been coming naturally to me, lately," he said without thinking. "Look, Cameron. I just need to know that you're getting some sustenance in you,".
"Fine," she gave in. "I'll see you after work. And next time if you want to talk, just ask. You don't need to pretend you need a consult for that".
Thirteen, Taub, Kutner and Foreman walked in the room and sat down at the table. They started spewing off medical terms to House about their patient. Cameron quietly left, but not unnoticed.
"What did she want?" Kutner, the always curious one, asked.
"Consult," he stated simply.
"Is it just me or does she look- different to anyone?" Taub continued.
For once, House kept his mouth shut and didn't clue in everyone else, "Oh and it looks like you two won the jackpot! Split my clinic hours between to the two of you. Thirteen and Foreman, um, keep busy but stay out of the janitor's closet," he gruffed and walked into his office for general hospital.
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a/n: Sorry it took so long for such a short chapter! I'm gonna try and update at least once a week. Look for the next chapter, when Cameron's boyfriend comes home.. duh nuh nuh!