Author's Note: The end is near! I'm going to be tying up the story very soon. House may be a little OOC, but I'm not all that concerned about it since it plays in with my story, so sorry if it seems weird to you. As always, thanks to everyone who reviews, especially those who review every chapter :)

Chapter Fifteen

Though she wasn't allowed to go back to work quite yet, Cameron had convinced Cuddy to let her bring some paperwork and reports home that she could finish, to pass the time. She'd been awake since 9:30am, which by her standards was late, and put on a pot of coffee. She pulled a box of ranch Wheat Thins out of the cupboard and brought it to the table and opened the first file. She remembered the patient vividly, so filling out the report only took a matter of minutes. As she reached for the second folder, she heard a loud thump at her door. She looked at her door confused for a moment and realized she still hadn't gotten up and the thump got louder the second time. She got up and walked over and opened it. She wasn't surprised. She stood there staring at her old boss.

"I'm a doctor, you know," he said winking at her.

She lifted her eyebrows, "The was probably the first thing I noticed about you when you hired me for my fellowship six years ago."

He drew out a long sigh that was unnecessarily loud until he had her attention, "well, that was the only pick up line I had, thanks for shooting it down. You know most women get weak in the knees when they hear a guy is a 'doctor'."

She looked up at him amazed, "A woman who falls for that line usually isn't a doctor herself."

He snapped his finger, "right! I forgot since your presence is severely lacking at the hospital."

She watched him limp his way over to her coffee maker and casually pour two cups and brought them over to the table where she was sitting. He looked at the files stacked in neat piles on the table and pushed them aside. She hadn't seen him since he and Wilson had come over a few nights before.

"You know I'm not allowed to go back to work until I'm at a 'healthy' weight," she sighed sadly. "Pick up line?" she asked just remembering his words.

He paused for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee and studied her, "Doesn't matter now. Apparently you've decided to play hard to get."

Now she was just confused, "What are you talking about? Playing hard to get?"

"You didn't fall for my pick up line, ergo hard to get."

She smiled inwardly, "Well when you think of another one, a better one, let me know."

He watched as she picked up another folder and open it and write down some notes as she drank her coffee. He noticed that she looked better than in recent days. Her fingernails were now back to their original color, her hair looked fuller and she wasn't shivering as she had been recently.

"Why are you doing paperwork?" he couldn't fathom someone who voluntarily did their open paperwork, let alone when they're not at work.

"I don't want to fall behind for when I come back," she looked up at him.

"Don't over work yourself with paperwork, when you come back you still have to finish mine," he said seriously. There was definitely no way he was doing it himself.

She chuckled, "Yeah, yeah," she brushed him off. "What are you doing here, anyway? Aren't you suppose to be at work?"

"I figured you'd turn down my amazing pick up line, so I thought of an alternative," he answered ignoring her previous question.

"You were serious?" she was confused and curious beyond anything.

"Well I don't use that line with my hookers!" he opened his eyes big to emphasis his point and she let out a short laugh because she knew he probably wasn't joking.

"What's the alternative, then?"

"You're gonna have to come with me to find out," he said in a spooky voice.

"And if I say no?"

"If there was ever a time you should have blind faith in me, this would be it," he said seriously.

"I'll get dressed," she complied.

In a matter of moments she was out of the kitchen and in her bedroom quickly putting on a pair of jeans, a shirt, a hoodie and comfortable shoes and was back out to where House was. He had finished his coffee and stuck the empty mug in the sink. When they walked outside she was surprised to see he had brought his outdated car instead of his prized motorcycle. They drove for about fifteen minutes until House stopped in front of a gate and a security guard came out.

"Name please?" the guard asked politely while holding a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Greg House," he answered

He scrolled the list, "Alrighty, then. Go on through."

The gate opened and House drove through until he reached a small parking garage. Cameron looked around confused and House barked at her to get out of the car, so she did. He told her to follow him and they walked to the elevator where he hit the number three. They were in an apartment complex and they walked down the hallway until he came to a door. He took out his keys and unlocked it, letting them both inside. The apartment was beautiful and spacious. It had a spacious living room with an attached kitchen and balcony. There was a short hallway which lead to the master bed and bath with a smaller guest room on the opposite side.

"This is beautiful, House. Why did you bring me here? Finally thinking about upgrading after fifteen years?" she asked as she sat on the sofa that was already there.

He watched her for a moment before sitting on the recliner at the end of the couch, "No, I don't like change remember!" he joked, "But I did buy it."

She was confused. He had just said he didn't like change but yet he bought an apartment? He could sense her confusion so decided to elaborate, "Cameron. I bought it for you."

She scrunched her eyebrows and jolted her head in his direction. She looked around at her surroundings. "You what?" She nearly screamed.

"You said you were in the market for a new apartment. We both know that I need to approve the apartment because well according to you and everyone else, I need to know and control everything around me," he joked again trying to lighten the mood.

"You," she choked on her words, "you bought it, for" she looked at him, "me?"

"If you don't like it I can give it as a present to to my favorite hookers. It can be the playboy mansion of the east coast."

"No, House. I love it. I really, really do. But this isn't like you to, to buy an apartment."

"Like I said earlier, it's my alternative for a 'bad' pick up line," he showed a real smile for once.

"I should be the one buying you an apartment for saving my life, I do owe you and all. If I accept this, you have to at least let me pay you back what you spent on this place."

"No," he said sternly standing up and walking within inches of her.

"Why do this?" she asked seriously, "and don't lie."

"I don't want to get shot again. If you get a live in boyfriend who I don't approve of this time then I can ban him from the property," he said honestly as he secretly told himself that he'd ban any boyfriend of hers from the property.

"House-"

"It's somewhere you can feel safe," he added.

"I don't know how I can thank you."

"I do. We're going to have a slumber party here tonight, complete with lingerie modeling and french kiss practicing," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and in his mind thinking so many dirty thoughts about her.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Like a heart attack."

She smiled at him and walked closer until her arms were around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. Her smooth cheek was against his rough skin and she smiled. Unexpectedly, she felt him wrap his arms around her too. They held each other in embrace for what seemed like minutes before they finally locked the place up so they could go get the boxes that were already packed at her house. She was excited for tonight. He'd never admit to it aloud but he was probably more excited than she was.