"You like her," House said after the door were closed.

"Who doesn't?" Thirteen asked, pulling out.

"No you like her like her," House stated.

Thirteen smirked, "You're imagining things."

"You give her a gift that obviously meant a lot to her and you've known her how long?" House asked.

"It doesn't matter how long I've known her," Thirteen shrugged, "She mentioned that her dad gave her a necklace like that, but she lost it when she moved here. So I got her another one."

"She's the one you've been texting for the past week," House stated.

"How did you know I was texting someone?" Thirteen asked.

"Well, you left your phone in the lab one day," House started.

"You looked in my phone?" Thirteen stopped at a red light.

House looked at her, "You're surprised? You know I think I do feel like a dip in the hot tub."

Thirteen sighed knowing she wasn't going to be able to talk House out of it. "Do you need to stop and get your swimsuit or do you want to use the one I have at my apartment?"

"You keep an extra pair of trunks at your apartment?" House asked.

"I was surfing on the Jersey shore and ripped my board shorts. I couldn't find anywhere that sold board shorts that was open so I bought those," Thirteen explained, "They'll fit you."

"How many men have worn those?" House raised an eyebrow.

"None," Thirteen replied, "I'm the only one that's worn them. And I had my bikini bottoms on under it."

When they got to Thirteen's apartment, Thirteen got the swim trunks, gave them to House, and showed them to the bathroom. Then she quickly changed into her bikini, put on the LP Cameron bought her and stepped out on the balcony to turn on the hot tub.

"That's a good album," House said from behind Thirteen.

Thirteen nodded, "She did good."

"You really like her like her," House stated, "She could have given you Barry Manilow's greatest hits album and you would have loved it. She could have given you a record with a looping sound of a jackhammer and you'd listen to it."

Thirteen put her hands on her bikini clad hips. "I think you're projecting."

"I think you're deflecting," House said.

"Do you want a drink?" Thirteen asked.

"What do you have?" House asked hopping up the steps of the hot tub.

"What do you want?" Thirteen asked back.

"Bourbon," House stated.

Thirteen nodded. Just before she stepped inside she plugged in some rope lights that were wrapped around the railing of the balcony.

Thirteen returned carrying a cooler with a bourbon and her cell phone sitting on top. She set the cooler down and handed House his bourbon. Then she grabbed a beer out of the cooler, got in, and leaned back against a jet.

"Why do you have a hot tub?" House asked.

Thirteen shrugged, "I had a trampoline, but I kept hitting my head."

House opened his mouth to ask another question, but Thirteen's phone rang. She leaned out of the hot tub to grab it while House blatantly stared at her ass. As she answered she sunk back into the pool and a smile graced her face. "Hello?…yeah…the door's open so just come in…alright, bye."

"That was Cameron," House stated, "You were smiling like an idiot when you answered the phone."

"I can't just be friend with her?" Thirteen asked.

"You can," He said, "But you don't want to."

Thirteen was going to counter, but she heard the front door open. Cameron was the first person to step out onto the balcony. She was wearing sweats. "Hey."

"Hey," Thirteen smiled. As soon as she realized she was smiling she looked at House who had an arrogant smirk on.

Chase came out after her, followed by Bridget and another woman from the party.

"I didn't think you were coming," Cameron said to House.

"Thirteen talked me into it," House replied.

Cameron stripped to her bikini and settled in next to Thirteen. Chase sat next to Cameron, Bridget sat on the other side of Thirteen and the other woman sat between Chase and House.

"This feels sooo good," Bridget leaned back against a jet.

Thirteen took a sip of her beer and leaned her head back, listening to the music.

"What's playing?" Cameron asked.

Thirteen smiled, "It's the LP you bought me for Christmas."

"You're actually using it?" Cameron beamed.

"Of course," Thirteen gazed into Cameron's eyes, "It was a really great gift. I love it."

"I'm glad," Cameron added quietly, looking into Thirteen's eyes. After she realized she'd been staring for a few seconds too long, she look away.

"Why do they call you Thirteen?" Bridget asked.

"He didn't want to learn my name," Thirteen pointed to House, "He still doesn't know my name."

"Yeah I do," House stated, "It's…"

"See?" Thirteen asked, triumphantly.

"Is this a TV?" Chase asked lifting up his arm.

"Oh yeah," Thirteen moved to the opposite side of Chase and pushed a button. The TV rose out of the side. Then Thirteen went over to it and opened up the DVD player next to it. She picked up a burned disc and read the front.

"What's that?" House asked curiously.

"A video," Thirteen set it down on the cooler, while House blatantly stared at her ass again.

"A video of what?" Cameron asked.

Thirteen smirked, "It's nothing dirty, just personal."

She pressed another button the control panel and a channel came on. "Ugh, I forgot it was Christmas Eve. I hate Christmas movies."

"I'll go get a movie," Cameron offered.

"While you're out," House handed the glass to Thirteen, "Vicodin Tonic."

"I didn't say I was going to get out," Thirteen told him.

"But you're going to," House replied.

As soon as Thirteen started to get out, the freezing air hit her body and she scampered inside, followed by Cameron. Thirteen grabbed her robe off of the bathroom door in her bedroom and wrapped it around Cameron before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.

"Thanks," Cameron smiled.

Cameron went to the now familiar stack of DVDs and started sorting through them. Thirteen found House's jacket draped over the couch and got out the vicodine.

"This goes against everything they taught me in med school," Thirteen dropped two vicodine pills in House's drink and swirled them around it they dissolved.

"What has House had you do that went along with what they taught you in med school?" Cameron asked grabbing a movie out of the stack.

"Touché," Thirteen walked over to Cameron and surveyed the movie she picked out, "Cool."

They walked back out and got in. Everyone crowded to one side so they could see and Cameron put in the movie.

"What are we watching?" Bridget asked.

"The Bride of Frankenstein," Cameron answered scooting closer to Thirteen.

"We're all going to pass out in here," the woman next to House commented.

"I turned the temp down to one hundred," Thirteen replied not taking her eyes off the screen, "Which is just a slightly elevated body temperature."

"Who picked this movie?" Chase asked no one in particular. He was now sitting between the unidentified woman and Bridget.

"I did," Cameron replied across Thirteen and Bridget.

"Oh," Chase shut up.

As the movie progressed, Cameron scooted closer and closer to Thirteen occasionally shielding herself from the images by hiding behind the younger doctor.

Thirteen was completely amused by the actions, but tried no to let Cameron see. By the end of the movie she expected Cameron to be in her lap.

And that's exactly what happened. Cameron jumped a little at a sudden appearance of a monster and the jet pushed her into Thirteen's lap. She didn't make any effort to move back to her space and even leaned back on Thirteen's shoulder. Thirteen wrapped one arm around Cameron's stomach to balance her while the other hand with holding her beer.

Bridget kept shooting angry glares apparently not afraid of being outwardly jealous.

When the movie was over, House and the unidentified woman stood up. House limped out of the hot tub and into the apartment without another word. The woman smiled at Cameron, "Thanks for inviting me."

"Thanks for coming," Cameron looked after them confused.

"They're not going to have sex in my apartment are they?" Thirteen asked, craning her neck to see inside.

Then they all heard the front door open and close.

"I guess not," Chase smirked.

Cameron slid off of Thirteen's lap and blushed, "Sorry about that."

Thirteen smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it."

Everyone left decided it was time to go inside so they all ran inside and Thirteen handed out towels while Cameron put the bathrobe back on.

Thirteen looked at the clock, "Wow it's already twelve thirty. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Cameron replied with a huge smile.

"Merry Christmas," Chase added.

"Oh damn," Bridget sighed, "I gotta go." She found her clothes, "I have to be at work tomorrow."

"Thanks for coming," Cameron called.

Bridget slid on her shoes and Thirteen followed her to the door. Bridget smiled at Thirteen, "I had fun."

"Me too," Thirteen replied with a similar smile.

Suddenly, Bridget pulled Thirteen to her and their lips crashed together. Thirteen tensed up at first, but relaxed into it.

Cameron's mouth dropped open as she watched the kiss.

Finally Thirteen pulled away.

Bridget smirked and pulled a card out of her pocket. "Call me sometime."

Thirteen took the card and smiled, "Okay."

Bridget sauntered off and Thirteen closed the door looking at the card, "She's a TV producer?"

"Yeah," Chase answered because Cameron seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Cool," Thirteen put the card on the counter.

"Are you ready to go?" Chase asked Cameron.

She didn't really answer, she kinda nodded and put her clothes on. She was a little unnerved by the extreme jealousy that she felt when Bridget kissed Thirteen.

Thirteen walked them to the door.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Cameron asked.

"I'm on call until noon," Thirteen replied, "Then I'm working in the clinic."

"Have fun," Chase smiled warmly.

Thirteen smiled back, "I'll try."

"I'm going to go start the car," Chase told Cameron and trotted off into the cold night.

Cameron hugged Thirteen, "Thanks for having us over."

"It was fun," Thirteen replied wrapping her arms around Cameron's small waist, "We should do it more often."

"Definitely," Cameron said.

Thirteen finally pulled away, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Cameron echoed.

Thirteen smiled at Cameron who was still standing in her doorway.

Cameron smiled back, "Bye."

"Bye," Thirteen said, "Be careful."

"I will," Cameron nodded, trying to think of something else to say so you wouldn't have to leave, but came up blank. She muttered, "Bye" again before slowly walking off.

Thirteen closed the door and leaned back on it. She let out a long breath. House was right. She did really 'like her like her'. Thirteen walked over to the counter to grab the card Bridget gave her. Maybe she could get Thirteen's mind off of Cameron. She looked at where she put the card and it was gone.

As a cold wind blew outside, Cameron shoved her hands in her pockets. One hand wrapped around the card Bridget gave Thirteen. She knew it was childish and completely selfish, but she thought Bridget wasn't good enough for Thirteen. But who did she think was good enough?

Cameron sighed. It was too much to sort out tonight so Cameron decided to drop it. Which turned out to be easier said than done.