"Thirteen!" House hit his cane on the table to get her attention from her phone.

Thirteen jumped as she looked up from her text. "What House? Son of a bitch!" her face was scrunched in a 'why would you do that to me?' kind of look and she held her heart.

"Leave my mother out of this." He said putting his cane down. "Are you going to share with the class?" He pointed to her phone. She stared at him blankly. "Okay fine, keep your life private, but PAY ATTENTION! You've been…really extra secretive the last two weeks. Wonder what that's about…" He was rather curious.

She scoffed and smiled, almost laughing, "Okay House." She got another text in response to the one she had sent right before House scared her. She stood up and walked to the door, "I'm going to lunch."

"My, my…insulting my mother, keeping your life private, AND defying me and my instructions." He tsked her, "What am I going to do with you my little bisexual?"

"I'm sure you'll try to start snooping through my things because my private life is what's really getting to you. Then… you know, when that doesn't work, you'll be your normal self and you won't stop until you have answers…really, House, you're getting predictable…And, as we all know: That's boring. Have fun playing hangman men." She smirked and walked out. When she got inside the elevator, she pulled out her phone again. "Hey, Baby. I'm in the elevator right now; be there in a sec."

The elevator seemed to take forever; her heart was pounding because of what she did. She taunted him. She knew she shouldn't have, but it was too much fun—and too easy to pass up. She exited and went in a beeline to the ER.

She and Cameron had decided to go to the park for a quiet, relaxing lunch. It had been two weeks, and while the secret keeping was fun, getting lunch together—even just talking to each other was getting harder and harder to keep private.

She leaned against the entryway between the ER and the foyer and crossed her arms. It didn't take her long to find that body in those pink scrubs. And, it didn't take long before that body in those pink scrubs was turned and smiling at her.

Cameron walked over to her, lunch sacks in hand, "Hey you." She took her hand as they left.

"Hey Baby." She squeezed her hand before she pretty much dragged her out of the hospital.

House was on the second floor "observing" everything below. And, by "observing," he was looking specifically for his favorite little bisexual duckling. Trying to find out what she was hiding. He then saw her pulling some hot piece of ass from the ER. "Interesting." He said aloud. Now, why would she hide a hot ER nurse from us? It's not like we'd do anything…except gawk. His mind was whirring with this new piece of information, and all the possibilities of him actually witnessing something hot. She kind of looked like… His eyes lit up, Cameron. It was safe to say that House was officially intrigued.

It didn't take them long to reach the park and sit at a picnic table. "Why the rush?" Cameron asked sitting on the tabletop itself.

"Can I not just want to be with you, my roommate, my girlfriend, during lunch?" She smiled at her as she sat on the bench and looked up at her.

"No, you can…" She eyed her suspiciously, taking a bite of her sammy, and came up with a plausible conclusion, "House is getting curious." She grinned and full out laughed at her girlfriend's reaction. She moved from the tabletop to facing Thirteen on the bench, with her left leg on Thirteen's lap and her right behind her. "Don't worry. We still have about a week until he figures it out. Just dodge his questions, or…if you want to just answer them, then do that. I don't care." She kissed her cheek.

"You make a mean chicken salad sandwich." Thirteen changed the subject, taking a huge bite.

Cameron smiled, fingering her girlfriend's suspenders, and decided not to continue with the House conversation. "I love you." She kissed her cheek.

"You should eat your lunch before you're all alone because I got called back to play hangman yet again."

Cameron smirked at her as she turned to face the table, then she opened her lunch sack and started in. They ate in silence, and as Cameron started in on her yogurt, Thirteen had finished her meal. She was straddling the bench now, her head in her hand, staring at Cameron. Cameron was intentionally ignoring her, but Thirteen didn't mind. She was watching the way the sun caught her eyes and made them shine. She smiled and leaned into her girlfriend's neck and started placing feather light kisses there.

Cameron coughed slightly as she set her yogurt down, luckily, having just eaten the last bite. She grinned and reached her hand up to touch the brunette's cheek and awkwardly (because of the way her hand was positioned) stroke her hair. When Thirteen pulled away, they stared at each other and scooted closer little by little.

"I love you too." She finally reciprocated the earlier words of affection.

This made Cameron grin even more, "I know." She pulled Thirteen in and kissed her heatedly, yet tastefully seeing as they were in public.

As she made her way back to diagnostics, she looked in to find House, still making everyone play hangman. She walked in and folded her arms, her brows furrowed as she stared at the bored. So far there was an L and I on the board and W, D and C had given them the rope, head, and body. Everyone was thinking about it because it was a rather small word, and they didn't want to run out of chances. "Lesbian." She said out loud.

House, along with the rest of them turned to her. "Oh, you would get that wouldn't you?" He asked in an obnoxious tone. "Speaking of lesbians…who's your new les-be-friend I saw you leave with? She's hhhhhhawt. At least her ass is nice…I'd almost want to put her in the fourth floor lobby; she'd be a nice piece of art."

Thirteen turned red from anger and she was a little embarrassed. "She's none of your business." She mumbled as she sat down.

"Oh, come on Lesbian! Be our friend and give us the dets!" He sat down like a valley girl teen would that was all ready to gossip.

"Shut up House." She felt the migraine start to come on.

Throughout the next couple days, the lesbian comments didn't cease. She wanted to protect Cameron though, so she just let House be House as long as he didn't go downstairs. She actually made some story up about how this hot ER nurse was taking a trip and wouldn't be back for a while. That lasted all of two hours before House came into the main office saying that no nurse was taking any sort of vacation.

House was becoming more and more intrigued with how protective Thirteen was being over this girl. It made him start to wonder if in fact it was Cameron that was in the ER. He had taken opportune moments and mentioned her to Thirteen watching for a change in demeanor before remembering that it was Thirteen: the ever cool and collected one… except when it came to the protection of Cameron Jr. He even managed to say that ER girl looked like Cameron at one point the day prior, but all he got in return was an eye roll and paperwork dropped on his desk.

They were gathering for their Thursday morning meeting that was going to consist of coffee and the CSI: Senses game. Thirteen was getting hot water from the pot for some hot chocolate when House came up next to her and shoved his red mug in her face. She didn't want to deal with him right off the bat, so she poured him some as well.

"Aww, thanks Thirteen. You know, Cameron used to do this every morning for me…why don't you?"

"Because I'm not Cameron." She turned away from him without so much as a look.

"No, but you are dating Cameron Jr. and if I were to guess I'd bet she's almost exactly like her: Sweet, innocent, kind, and, ugh, sickly sympathetic…"

"Yes, that's exactly how my girlfriend acts." Thirteen smiled and nodded. She was being sarcastic, but decided to go for the truth anyways. "You know…when we moved in together, I got her a chick and a duck, and she's just so into being 'Mom' that she hates leaving them in the mornings…calls them her babies and everything."

"Seriously?" He took a sip of his coffee.

She stared at him before rolling her eyes and laughing at his reaction. "No." She walked over to the table and picked up the Catherine player piece and putting it on the beginning block.

House smiled…as much as House ever smiles, and limped over to the table himself. The game took a lot longer than expected and Thirteen had left her phone in her purse, not even thinking that Cameron would call her for lunch or anything.

As they were putting the pieces back, House looked at the door. "Hey Cameron." He said in a surprised, but not really, House way.

Thirteen's eyes bugged; she flushed red and turned to find…no one standing at the door. As she turned back around Taub, Foreman and Chase all said things along the lines of 'Nice try, House.' and 'She's not even in the state, let alone the city.' When she finally braved looking at him, she knew he finally had his answered to his unasked question.

"I'm going to the clinic." With that she turned and left. All of them just kind of looked around at each other then watched as House chuckled—chuckled? into his office.

She worked the clinic for the rest of the day. When she got home, she found the chick and duck waddling around the living room and Cameron almost asleep on the couch. She put her briefcase on their hall tree and kicked her shoes off before walking to the back of the couch. She peered over to see which way Cameron was laying, then scooted in behind her. She held her close and took in her uniquely Cameron scent, which made her hold her even tighter.

"Mmm, hard day at work, or are you horny?" She asked as she cuddled closer to her lover.

Thirteen didn't even take the time to be surprised that the blonde had just asked her flat out if she was horny. She sighed and stared over at the duck waddling after the chicken.

"House knows." She said simply. There was a long pause…like legit-ly over a minute pause.

"Do you have a problem with that? With the fact that I'm not some dirty little secret anymore? That we're going to have consequences out the asshole to face? Like ass-plosion kind of consequences?" She asked, not wanting to turn and look, afraid of the answer, even though she was confident it would be the one she wanted.

"Of course I don't have a problem with it…any of it. Ass-plosion really?" She tickled a laugh out of her girlfriend and they shifted until Remy was on top of Allison. "Ally, Baby, I was just letting you know that I failed epically and House will be downstairs bothering the hell out of you tomorrow…I sawry." She kissed her neck.

"Mmm, I don't care. I love bantering with him. Especially now that I don't have to answer to him ever again…tomorrow will be fun." She grabbed the brunette's face and kissed her again.

"You want me to come down there tomorrow? Take some heat off of you?" She pecked her periodically between her questions.

"Only if you want to deal with him…you do it everyday though." She answered as Remy was still pecking her lips.

"Mmm, this is true." She kissed her with actual depth after this statement. "Maybe I'll let you have him all to yourself…" They kissed again, and soon it just became a full-blown make-out session.

Remy had kissed down Allison's throat, giving her an opportunity to speak, "So, it was both."

This stopped Remy, making her pull away from her girlfriend and look at her, "What?" She breathed out.

"It was both…" She smiled that Cameron smile, "The cuddling. It was a bad day at work and you're horny."

This made Remy grin, "My horniness a problem?" She zoomed in on her target to start feasting on her neck again.

She hit a particularly sensitive spot before Cameron could answer, causing the half blonde to moan, "Mmmngh, never!" Their lips met again, heatedly.

The next morning, it felt like the alarm was intentionally blaring inside their ears. Remy was quick to slam her hand on the clock, and didn't bother worrying when it fell off the nightstand. She felt her girlfriend move to get up, "Nooooooo!" She whined, trying to pull her back to bed.

"I have to get up. I can't take a day off when I haven't even been there three weeks." Allison said as she let herself be pulled back to bed.

"But…" She sighed, "the sooner you get ready, the sooner House will be harassing you in the ER."

"No, the sooner I get ready, the sooner I can have coffee, so that when House decides to make his presence known in the hospital, I'll be awake and alert to fire back…"

"No nuh uh!" She retorted weakly.

"Oh, and how old are we today, Baby?" She made fun of her as she got up and around to the bathroom.

"This many!" She flipped her the bird.

Allison's jaw dropped, "REMY!" she yelled as she ran and tackled her. "What the hell was that for?!" Despite what Remy just did, she had a bit of a smile on her face.

"It was easier to get you to come back to bed that way then getting out myself…" She started kissing her neck and down her chest.

"Baby, I don't have time for thiooohmmmgh." She tried to get her words out, but Remy was making it really difficult. She shook herself out of the spell that her girlfriend always managed to put her under, and they struggled for dominance. Cameron became the victor and pinned Remy to the bed. "What is with you? You're never this bad in the morning…you at least wait until I get to the shower…" She asked, carefully getting off the bed again, making sure she wasn't going to move.

"I'm HORNY!" She replied as Allison walked to the bathroom.

She walked back in the room, toothbrush in hand, "I've gathered." She gave her a look before walking back into the bathroom to finish getting ready this morning.

Remy waited and waited for the sounds of the shower, but they never came. Allison walked back inside the bedroom, clothed and all. "No shower?" She sat up quickly and crawled to the end of the bed.

"Not when you'll jump me and I'm running late…" She smiled a crooked smile as she leaned against the doorway between Remy and the rest of the apartment.

"Fuck me raw." She groaned falling back onto the bed.

"This evening." Allison replied with a wink, leaving the bedroom. "Maybe even at lunch…" She said, opening the front door, "Bye Honey."

Did she say Horny or Honey…knowing her, she'd say either… Remy thought about it a bit longer before getting up and getting ready herself.

Cameron was working hard, like always. She grabbed a file and walked over to the assigned bed that had the curtain torn, "Okay, so it says that you've been experiencing hallucinations. What have you be halluc..inating." Her words almost dropped as she looked up to see House.

"Well, I've actually been hallucinating an ex-duckling of mine that I know for a fact is a mind-blowing kisser." He relived a memory quickly with a smile that wouldn't dissipate.

"Xss Xss." Cameron put her hand out to hush him. She quickly retracted it, when his smile grew, and changed the subject, "Two and a half…better than last time, but still, for someone that never misses something small, you missed something big."

"Oh my God! It's two years ago." He looked at her blankly, "Can we stop quoting ourselves with slight variations from the past now?" Cameron folded her arms, "How long?"

"How long what?" She shifted her weight.

"How long has little miss perfect liked women?" He got excited again.

"How long have you been thinking about our drunken kiss?" She countered.

"Five years, you?" He looked at her expectantly.

"Remy's the only girl I've ever liked…" She said truthfully.

"Interesting." He said, squinting at her.

"What?"

"You don't put up a fight. 'Remy,'" He stressed Thirteen's first name, "however, doesn't want anyone to know anything about mystery girlfriend." He pointed to her.

"To protect me."

"From the ex-husband? He was abusive wasn't he?" He was mocking her.

"From you." She shook her head, "And him."

"Oh, so…you just didn't want to deal with us, the two men you've loved since your husband."

"House!" She turned to close the curtain as she scolded him. "Are you here to mock me or question me? You get one or the other, not both."

"When did you get the tattoo?" he was staring at her.

Her shirt had ridden up when she closed the cloth barrier because it had gotten stuck so she had to reach higher, "Which one?" She asked, pulling her scrub top back down.

"Which one?!" House raised his brows. Cameron nodded, not letting him know where they all were. "The one on your neck."

"After I left the second time." She crossed her arms again.

"Where's your other one?"

"What makes you think there's only one other?" She quirked a brow.

He inhaled excitedly, "Where are your other ones?" he emphasized the last word.

She smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?" She moved to open the curtains again, "Listen, House, it was real fun catching up. I'd rather not be inconvenienced by you again, but I'm rational, so I'll see you later this week?" She turned to him expectantly to find him rolling his eyes, "Bye House." She started walking away.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." He limped after her, "I love your new hair. It's very doctor by day and Thirteen's call girl by night." He waggled his brows as he limped for the elevators. She rolled her eyes and continued working.

Once House got upstairs, he composed himself completely before walking inside the main office. "YOU!" He pointed his cane at Thirteen, who was writing in a file they had received that morning.

"Me?" She shut it and sat up straighter, knowing what was eventually coming.

"You have been hiding a very, very important piece of information about Cameron Jr." He said as he sat across from her, almost grinning.

"Yes I have." She leaned forward, waiting for House to just go ahead and say 'It's Cameron!' but that didn't happen.

"Why didn't you tell us?" He asked curiously, having already garnered everyone's attention, including Wilson, who had been waiting on him.

"Because it's none of your business. And it's definitely none of their business." She sort of echoed words her current lover had once said to the ex-husband.

"Are you serious!?" He stood up quicker than anyone thought her could. "It's none of Chase's business that his ex-wife is back and working at this hospital? It's none of my business that my ex-employee is downstairs, right now, working the ER as if it were a year ago?"

"Nope." She said simply, ignoring all the stares and concentrating on the file she decided to open.

"Allison's downstairs?" Chase asked completely gob smacked.

"Uh huh." House said.

"You didn't even have the decency to tell me that she back? Forget the fact that your fucking a straight woman, but you couldn't even tell me that she's back?" Chase prodded Thirteen.

"Nope." She looked up at him, "I didn't tell you that she's back because she wanted to have a little fun first…I was making love to her before she came back anyways." She made sure he caught her change of verb.

Before things got too awkward too quickly, Foreman interrupted, "Cameron's really back? How long has she been here?"

"About three weeks." Thirteen answered. She then stood up. "I'm going for lunch." She turned back to everyone in the room, "Yes it's with Cameron and if you follow me I swear to God…" she trailed off before walking out the door.

The next hour or so for the men, was calming Chase down and actually realizing that Cameron was back…after everything that happened. Thirteen and Cameron, however, had a lovely long lunch together talking about their House experiences for the day, and debating on what he was going to do in the future, i.e. get a picture of them kissing and e-mail it to everyone, burst in on inopportune moments, show up on their doorstep as they're about to go to bed…the usual.

AN: Okay…so IDK how I feel about this chapter. I wanted to get you a nice long good chunk since I haven't updated in over a week, but I've been really distracted lately so IDK if this is really what it could have been…

Oh, did anybody watch JMoney on Jimmy Fallon last Monday (23)? She totally mentioned me! I won't say where or what part or anything, but she totally mentioned me! I was so happy!

Back to the story, I feel like it's a little flat, so I apologize if you agree, but it's a chapter and it's up… Tell me what you think!