Once again, thanks everyone for the great reviews, as well as the suggestions and opinions! I want to write things that keep you guys coming back! For those of you who said I need to focus more on the rescue and Wilson and Cameron, you got it! Thanks for the suggestions! And also, don't rush my story! I enjoy taking things slow and occasionally side to side instead of forward. When the time is right, they will be rescued!

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Hawaii so happened to be the largest destination in the world for couples on honeymoons, vacations, or just wanting to get away. They had more tourists in a month than actual people living there on the island full time. The reason Wilson chose Hawaii is not because of the vacations, but because they are also one of the few states that have the best private jet service within location and were the most lenient. If they could go about rescuing kittens and other animals from harrowing situations, Wilson was almost sure that for the right price, he could bribe them to find House and Cuddy until he was either broke, or was certain they were dead. It was going to take a lot for him to see door number two, but that didn't mean that a twinge of doubt wasn't in there somewhere.

"Am I an idiot?" Wilson asked, just as his and Cameron's plane touched the runway to Honolulu's International Airport after eighteen hours of travel from New Jersey, and that included a horrendous layover somewhere in California while waiting to be departed to Hawaii. It was times like this that Wilson wished he had a private jet of his own.

"Because you think that hopping a flight to Hawaii randomly with the determination to rent a private rescue plane to go blindly rescue friends is something that happens every day? I don't know, what do you think?"

"If you thought this idea was dumb, you could've stayed home," Wilson said, in all seriousness. He wasn't too comfortable with her tone.

Cameron's face straightened out immediately once she saw he didn't find her joke at all pleasing.

"I was kidding. You need to relax."

"There's more of a chance that I won't find them than I will. This is hard enough for me right now that I don't need your witty humor."

"You asked me a question and I answered it. Don't ask it if you can't handle it."

Wilson and Cameron had never been together so much than they have in the past couple weeks, and especially the past two days while traveling together. During their layover, they became closer through conversations and just merely being in one another's presence. It also helped that the two were on the same mission. It meant everything to Wilson that someone shared his passion for not giving up until House and Cuddy were found. Now, he wasn't so sure Cameron felt that way. Maybe now after she's made the trip and had time to think, she's thinking otherwise. Or she just came with him to keep him company.

"Don't get snippy with me," Wilson said flatly. "This is hard enough already that you don't have to go there."

Of course, coming with closeness, comes the arguments. They've been having a rather run of them lately. They weren't anything serious, but just enough for Wilson to second-guess Cameron's aim on this trip.

"You need to relax," Cameron said, trying not to sound too harsh. Half the reason they got into their little tiffs is because Wilson couldn't handle even the lightest humor to guide him along the rough patches this adventure had to offer. He was so serious around the clock and normally that's okay for Cameron. It takes certain people to get her to want to use humor and small talk. With Wilson, she just wanted to see him lighten up. The odds were against them. There's a miniscule chance they would succeed. The closer Cameron got, the more she had to wonder if this was all a mistake. She hoped to one day see Hawaii, but hoped to be here on her honeymoon. She never figured this was how she would end up here.

"Is that how it's going to be between us now?" Cameron asked as the large aircraft set in place beside the terminal. "Arguing every chance we get?"

"There is no 'us' Cameron," Wilson said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "You're here for House and Cuddy. I'm here for House and Cuddy. That's all it is."

"Regardless of what we're here for, you don't have to bite my head off every time I talk to you."

Neither of them said anything after that. Not one word was spoken the entire time through the airport, baggage pick up, and to the car that waited outside to take them to their hotel. Cameron led the way while Wilson trailed a few steps behind. Neither of them looked at the beautiful sights around them, for they were too busy with their own thoughts and worries about House and Cuddy. They were also worried about the tension between them. Cameron was sure that they were bickering because of what they were going through. Wilson briefly talked to someone about a private rescue plane but it wasn't officially confirmed. They could be out here for nothing. Wilson figured that since money was the universal language, he could get anything he wanted. It didn't always work that way. And he was going about it all wrong. If he seemed desperate, they would take advantage of him and try to suck more money a day out of him. So far, it was already going to be ten grand per day, or so they said. It's only an estimate. It could go as high as twenty. Wilson didn't have that kind of fast cash. It was like a gambling addiction. Cameron was worried about him.

The weather in Hawaii was very dry. It was normal for this time of year. Cameron drew in the warm, salty sea air that bounced off the Oahu just across the way from the airport. Seagulls sung and beautiful Hawaiian women draped gorgeously hand made red and white lei's around Wilson and Cameron's necks as a sign of affection and welcome the minute they stepped outside to meet their driver. Seeing them smile made Cameron smile. Wilson, however, seemed to have a one-track mind and didn't pay much attention to them. He was too busy looking for the car.

Cameron wished she were here for a completely different reason, other than to be taking shots in the dark in finding two people who could be anywhere within a thousand mile radius from there, on an island, adrift on the water, or food in shark's stomachs. Either way, finding them would take nothing short of a miracle.

The only words that came from Wilson and Cameron's mouths once they were in the car was for their driver to take them to the hotel. Other than that, they were quiet. Wilson wanted to talk to get rid of some of the stuffiness in the car and cautiously glanced over to Cameron. It was clear she had other things on her mind. She spent the entire drive to the hotel staring out the window, taking in the beauty Hawaii had to offer, but did so solemnly. She sighed inwardly. After awhile, she no longer cared for the beautiful beaches and the sexy toned men that took a second look in her direction as the car continued on down a stretch of beach. Her mind went to House and Cuddy. Where they still alive somewhere? If so, what were they doing now? House had to have detoxed already. He must've been a pain to deal with, especially if Cuddy was with him. If she was, she would've taken care of him. She's just as stubborn as he is, if not, more stubborn.

Cameron assumed they were together. One couldn't survive without the other. Would House try to save her if she were in this situation instead of Cuddy? Would he care enough to do so?

"What are you thinking about?" Wilson asked carefully, snapping Cameron out of thought.

She wasn't aware at the moment, but a tear had fallen from her eye while being lost in thought. She brushed it away quickly, shaking her head. "It's nothing."

"Talk to me, Cameron," he said gently, placing his hand over the roof of hers, squeezing gently.

"Ah, newlywed trouble? I guessed that," the driver said, glancing in the mirror back at them.

"We're not married," Wilson said, taking his hand back to try to prevent any further discomfiture brought on by the driver.

"Oh…engaged then? You figure Hawaii will spruce up your lives, yes?"

"We're here on business," he said in a "mind your own business" attitude. "My colleague isn't used to the weather here and she feels a little ill."

Cameron didn't say anything. She wasn't interested in small talk at the moment and sank back into thought. Wilson fell quiet also. She half wished that Chase and Foreman came with them. Chase especially. Even though things were uncomfortable between them for a little while, they were starting to build a relationship. Chase wasn't being supportive at all with Wilson's rescue attempt and Foreman just wished them luck. The both of them thought this was the dumbest idea Wilson could ever come up with. Cameron was the only one who understood his desperation to find hidden answers and make sense of things, even if that meant going to Hawaii and looking for them himself. The rescue team did a horrible job. The searches only lasted a week, possibly a few days over, and they only searched in the vicinity of the plane crash, not taking in the fact that there were wind changes and a change of tide that night, which would automatically blow House and Cuddy off track by miles.

When the roster came up as House and Cuddy not listed among the dead, it still wasn't enough to convince them that they could be alive out there. They could easily have been ejected from the plane upon implode. It might not have been enough to convince them that they were alive, but it was enough to convince Wilson. House was too damn stubborn to die in a plane crash and even more stubborn to let Cuddy die in that way also. House's life wasn't ending there and that was the only thing that drove Wilson this far. That, and the help of Cameron. Her encouragement, especially after the funeral, had helped a lot in influencing this decision. So why the change of heart? Why now when they were so close to their goal in searching for them? Cameron didn't have an answer to that, but she better hurry and think of one because those were Wilson's next words to her after they arrived at the hotel.

"We're looking for a needle in a haystack, pardon the cliché." Cameron tossed her suitcase onto the bed.

"Then why did you come with me if all you have to provide is negativity?" he asked, wanting to do without the unenthusiastic behavior.

"I'm not being negative, I'm just being nervous. Something like this doesn't happen every day, Wilson. People don't just lose their bosses to an unexplained plane crash and then go looking for them because everyone else stopped looking. There's virtually no chance in us finding them, no matter how stubborn House is, or how determined Cuddy is. You have to admit that you're practically burning your own money, and for what? If we find House, he's just going to shrug it off and call you an idiot. Cuddy might be thankful but that's it."

Wilson sent a heavy frown in her direction. "You think I'm doing this for thanks? House is my friend. Let him be pissed at me, at least he'll be alive. You would do it for Chase, right?"

"That's different. We're…sort of a couple. You and House aren't."

"Maybe so, but he's still my friend. I'll search the ends of the earth for him if need be. I'm not ready to let him go. I thought you weren't either. Guess I was wrong."

He turned around and left her room, letting the door close automatically behind him. Cameron sat at the edge of the bed with a long sigh and felt her eyes sting with the development of tears. This was such a mess. What was she thinking? It's probably better to let House and Cuddy rest in peace rather than circling the entire pacific ocean for them. But because Cameron didn't want House to be a memory yet, she was here. The incident also somewhat brought her closer to Cuddy. Ever since Cameron started working at the hospital, she knew she would have issues with her. They never spoke, unless it was necessary. Cameron could go for weeks without saying one word to her. She liked it that way. But at the funerals, holding onto her awards and diplomas and such, she knew she wasn't ready to see Cuddy leave either. Cameron had so much hope that they were out there somewhere, alive and well, but the facts displayed before her made that hope become smaller and smaller. But she promised herself she'd be Wilson's backbone in this, and so far, she was letting her opinions run things.

Cameron stood after brushing away her final tear and headed to the neighboring room. He figured it would be better if they had separate rooms and she didn't argue.

She became alarmed when she heard him yelling from inside his room. He was on the phone with someone. Listening in, Cameron stood in front of the door and leaned in, although that wasn't necessary. His voice was heard as clear as day from any point in the hallway.

From the sounds of it, he was talking to the folks that were working on setting him up with a private rescue jet. It didn't sound so good. Cameron's heart flip-flopped when she heard him ask them why it couldn't be done right away.

The further Cameron listened in, she realized that they might have made the trip for nothing. She tenderly knocked on the door after Wilson harshly told the person on the other line to get back to him as soon as possible.

When Wilson answered the door, Cameron knew. He didn't even have to say anything. All she had to do was read the expression on his face.

Their trip wasn't as positive as they hoped.

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