AN: Okay, this might be rough. IDRK, I didn't revise it in the least. It's hot off the press. This is the last chapter for like a week or so, so I hope I made you happy…

Thirteen started going to the gym three nights a week for the next few weeks. She didn't say or do anything to let Cameron know her presence. She just tried to figure her out by just observing. She sat there, on her bike seat, taking everything in that she did. She would sometimes leave before Cameron was done, but usually waited for her to leave first.

It was one particular night that she noticed Cameron was acting different than normal…well different than her new normal. She almost seemed paranoid. So, Thirteen tried not to stare too much, but I can't not look at her, was her resolution as her eyes would move over her body and start to observe her.

Cameron had been feeling the stares and the checking out of her body for the past few weeks, but tonight was the night she was going to figure out who it was. She gracefully looked from either side and all around her periphery, but she found no one looking her direction.

It was as she was starting to look behind her that she saw the figure on one of the bikes directly behind her.

Oh SHIT! Remy inhaled like she was caught…because she was. Damn. Girl's still running. She thought as she stared at the older woman.

Oh my God! Cameron thought as their eyes connected. How the hell could this have happened? Well, you didn't move states—you didn't even move cities! Just on the other side of the damn place… She argued with herself. Maybe she won't say anything. Oh please, she works with House…not to mention Chase. Of course she'll say somethi—! Her thoughts were cut short by someone approaching.

"Don't worry Cameron. Your secret's safe with me." Remy said as she put a hand on the treadmill's water bottle holder. "No need to freak out or anything." She gave her a charming smile and turned to leave. "Oh, by the way. I like the tattoo. Maybe sometime you could tell me why you got that particular word…" She grinned even bigger as Cameron stared at her with big eyes. She left before Cameron could give her an answer.

The next time Thirteen came in, Cameron was on where to be found. Dammit! She thought as she debated between leaving and staying. The latter didn't sound near as fun with out watching and nitpicking everything Cameron was doing and what she assumed she did afterwards. Despite having nothing to watch except for the boring TVs that were on silent, she knew that she needed to get on the bike and work for her own good.

It wasn't too far into the silent Gilmore girls that she was watching that she felt someone staring at her. She decided to ignore it and try to remember what the damn mother-daughter duo was going to do to get out of "Friday night dinner" for that episode.

Why the hell am I doing this? Why did she come back after I figured out it was her? Cameron came to the gym later than per usual and got on one of the treadmills behind the bikes instead of her normal one. She was trying to figure out this charming, gorgeous, dying, troublemaker of a doctor, and specifically why this gym and why me? She started taking in the back of Thirteen's…well everything. She noticed the she would slow her pedaling every so often and her eyes would wander around the gym as she did so. She's cute… Cameron smiled. Then, when she saw Thirteen's bright eyes, she looked like a dear caught in the headlights. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she looked up praying to anything that whatever was going to happen, it wouldn't be awkward. "Hi Thirteen." She said as she came up beside her.

"Cameron." Thirteen replied with a hint of a smirk on her face. "So. I guess two can play at this game…" She looked down at Cameron's slowing pace and up as she put her feet on either side of the belt.

"I guess so." Cameron stepped off the machine and looked up at the slightly taller woman.

"So…why'd you get a tattoo?" Thirteen looked at her questioningly. Am I flirting with her?...Hell yes.

"Which one?" Cameron smiled almost cheekily. Am I flirting with her?...Hell yes.

"Which one?" Thirteen breathed out the one heavily and sighed. She cocked her head and gave her a look. "How many do you have?"

"Including my neck?" Thirteen nodded, "Four."

"You have FOUR!" Thirteen could not believe that sweet little innocent Cameron had four tattoos. "Where?" She calmed herself.

It was Cameron's turn to smirk. "Well…" She got insanely close to Thirteen, "I have the phrase 'Speak of what you know here.'" She said as she traced a line over Thirteen's lower back. "I have the number 6, 470, 818, 671 here." She took her index finger and put it on Thirteen's right hip. "And umm." She looked away and smiled a Cheshire grin, "I have the bible verse 'Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires' here." She put her finger just barely between Thirteen's breasts, and traced a line that went under her left breast and out to just under her arm.

Thirteen breathed loudly, "Re—really?" She turned a coughed to gain her voice back. "Why do I have a hard time believing that?"

"You don't believe me?" Cameron raised her brows.

"No. You said that last one was a bible verse. You don't believe in God." Thirteen reasoned.

"That doesn't mean I didn't at one time…say when I was sixteen, which is when I got that one." Thirteen's face went blank and she laughed, "You okay?"

"I still don't think I believe you…" She was just provoking her, and it was rather fun.

"Fine." She turned around and lifted up the back of her shirt, revealing the first one. Then she turned back around with her shirt still lifted to reveal the number. "Satisfied?"

"Not nearly as much as I want to be." Thirteen said with double meaning. "Maybe you could come to my place and show me the other one…" She suggested with hope.

"My, aren't we bold?" Cameron folded her arms, "I don't put out on the first date."

"Well, lucky for you this isn't a date." Thirteen got as close as possible to the blonde.

"I guess you're right…" Cameron leaned into her. "So, same place right?" Cameron and Thirteen were never really friends, but they had been over to each other's houses on more than one occasion.

"Yeah."

"Good."

AN: I know, I know! It doesn't seem like Cameron do this on the show, but when you think about it, she could. She's the one who told Chase she wanted sex, and she made him pork her in that old lady's house and the sleep lab…and the closet. So, now you're thinking Thirteen wouldn't do this…ah! But she would! One word: Spencer. Now, the question is, will it happen? IDK!..heehee yes I do. Please Review now that you've read it…I like to read them, they make me happy!