Chapter Nine
"I'm looking for an Officer Christopher Dellamont," House said in a british accent to disguise his voice as he tapped his fingers against the pay phone he held against his ear.
"Please hold," the woman on the other line had said to him.
"Hello?" a deeper voice came onto the line.
House partially smiled and hung up the pay phone and walked across the street. The security level at Cameron's apartment was less than standard and the old lady who lived across the hall from her easily mistook Houses' voice for Christopher claiming he was locked out. He made his way to her floor and found her spare key in the plant down the hall, a very Cameron-esque thing to do. Letting himself in, he went straight for her television. His P.I. friend had hidden a camera in one of the picture frames above the television. He disconnected the camera from the frame with ease. He then went to her Cameron's bedroom, a room familiar to him. Walking through the door frame, he paused for a moment, remembering when he had laid in the bed with Cameron by his side. He shook his head to get her out of his head and then proceeded to her night stand. He knew what most guys know, anything of importance to a woman is in her night stand. Cameron was no exception. He opened it and picked two things out, stuck them in his coat pocket and closed the drawer almost instantly. Obviously, he knew exactly what he was looking for and exactly where to find it.
Back at the hospital, House sat quietly twirling his cane while sitting in on a differential. He wasn't paying attention, mainly because he already knew the answar and knew it wasn't life threating, so he'd let his ducklings waste their time trying to figure it out.
"House!" Foreman said throwing a folder at him as he just looked up and lifted an eyebrow. "We're trying to save someone's life here, can you at least try and pay attention?"
"Fine," House stood up
and limped towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Foreman shouted as House closed the door.
"To save a life!" he shouted back without stopping.
A fierce knocking at Wilson's door left him no wonder who was on the other side. He walked in, not bothering to wait for an answar from Wilson. He plopped himsef on the couch and threw something on Wilson's desk.
"What's this?" Wilson said examining it.
"When Cameron left for work the other morning, I had my P.I. friend come over and install a camera in her living room, so I could try and catch her boyfriend in the act of hurting her."
"Does she know you have this?" Wilson said amazed.
"Do you really think she'd agree to me taping her?"
"True. What are you going to do with this?"
"Well, her boyfriend is a police officer, which basically rules out handing it over to them. Bring it to a lawyer?" House suggested. "I know of someone."
"Have you watched the tape?"
"No. I was going to but I don't know if I can watch someone do that to her," he responded honestly.
Wilson cracked a little smile. House had feelings. More specifically, House had feelings for Cameron.
"How did you get the tape back if it was at Cameron's?"
"I snuck in."
"Are you crazy? What if Christopher had come home?!"
"I called the police station from a pay phone requesting to speak to him and he answared, so I knew he wasn't home. I went in and out, it was fine."
House was secretly please with himself. He had a feeling Cameron wouldn't be too happy about secretly being recorded, but House had a tendancy to piss her off anyways. He pushed her buttons but no matter how hard he pushed her, she stuck around.