The group reconvened in the office after lunch. The new symptoms were put on the board. Thirteen was sitting between Cameron and Kutner. Chase was sulking at the other end of the table.

"Ideas," House said when he finally walked back in.

"Everything points to Lupus," Thirteen was the first to speak up.

"It can't be," Chase muttered.

"Why? Because I said it?" Thirteen turned to him.

Chase's head snapped in Thirteen's direction. "Well yeah, forgive me if I don't trust the doctor who killed her patient."

"You're going to kill this one because you won't listen," Thirteen was getting angry.

"Hey!" House called, "As much as I'd like to see you ladies battle to the death, I don't think the patient can handle a wrong diagnosis. So Cameron control your woman. Chase take Kutner and go test for Lupus."

Chase and Kutner walked out while Thirteen seethed in her chair.

"Thirteen, Cameron and Taub go help Cuddy in the clinic," House said, "And do enough work so that I don't have to show up."

Cameron walked next to Thirteen on the way to the clinic, while Taub stopped off at the coffee machine, "Are you okay?"

Thirteen nodded. "I'm fine."

"Well since I don't actually work for House anymore," Cameron pressed the button for the elevator, "I'm going to go get some decent coffee."

"And leave me to work in the clinic by myself?" Thirteen asked as the elevator doors opened. She stepped in with Cameron and pressed the button for the ground floor.

"Will you still be mad if I bring you coffee?" Cameron asked.

Thirteen smiled, "I won't be mad."

"Good," Cameron smiled and pulled Thirteen into a short impromptu kiss. "And tonight I'm coming over so you can show me how to use all those cool looking kitchen thingies in your apartment."

"Cool looking kitchen thingies?" Thirteen asked with a smile.

"I'll know what they're called after you show me how to use them," Cameron smirked. When the elevator doors opened she floated off toward the front doors and Thirteen walked into the clinic.

A couple hours later, they'd all been informed that there were some technical issues in the lab and House sent everyone home.

"I'm going to go home and change," Cameron told Thirteen, "I'll be over after that."

Thirteen reached into her pocket and pulled out a single key, "Let yourself in. I'll probably be in the shower."

Cameron gingerly took the key. She smiled and held the cold key in her hand. "Okay."

Thirteen smiled and kissed Cameron, "Don't be too long."

"I won't," Cameron assured her and they parted ways.

When Cameron got into her car she turned it on and looked down at the key in her hand. She traced the edges with her finger as a huge grin adorned her face. She had a key to Thirteen's apartment.

After a quick change, Cameron was at Thirteen's apartment. She walked up to the door and slowly inserted the key into the lock. The took a deep breath and turned the key. She half expected it not to work, but when it did a smile lit up her face.

She walked in, closed the door, and took off her jacket. "Remy!" she called.

Thirteen walked out of her bedroom putting her hair up in a loose bun. "Hey."

Cameron pulled Thirteen into a long sweet kiss.

"So are you ready?" Thirteen asked, leading the way to the kitchen.

Cameron rolled up her sleeves, "I guess so."

"It'll be fun," Thirteen smiled reassuringly. She opened the cabinet and got out two wine glasses. Then she filled them with an open bottle of wine off of the counter.

"You drink while you cook?" Cameron asked.

"Always," Thirteen handed Cameron a glass.

They both took a sip of the wine. Then Thirteen started walking around the kitchen getting things out while Cameron just stood there and watched.

"Alright," Thirteen picked up the flour and spread it across the counter. "Okay I already have some dough chilling so what we're going to do is knead it for fifteen minutes and then spread it flat and cut it."

"Sounds easy enough," Cameron stated. A few minutes of kneading later and Cameron added, "This is hard."

"It's been three minutes," Thirteen smiled easily manipulating the dough.

"Oh god," Cameron groaned.

"You can stop if you want," Thirteen leaned back on the counter with the dough in her hands. "You should check the sauce."

Cameron lifted the lid on the sauce and a wonderful aroma hit her. "That smells amazing."

Thirteen peeked over at the sauce, "It's almost done."

"You can tell just by looking?" Cameron asked.

Thirteen smirked, "Oh yeah. I'm that good."

Cameron smiled, "I'm glad one of us is."

Thirteen showed Cameron how to cut the dough she'd rolled out and told her to put it in the boiling water when she was done.

"Where are you going?" Cameron asked.

"I'll be right back," Thirteen kissed Cameron's cheek and walked off.

Thirteen walked into the living room and cleared off the coffee table. She took two candle off of one of the end tables and lit them. Then she took two pillows off of the couch and dropped one on each side of the coffee table.

Cameron walked up behind her with two bowls of the pasta covered with the sauce Thirteen made earlier. She smiled when she saw the set up. "How romantic."

"Thanks," Thirteen kissed Cameron as they passed each other, "I'll get the wine."

Cameron sat on one side of the coffee table and when Thirteen returned she sat on the other side. Cameron took a bite of the food, "Oh my god this sauce is amazing."

"Thanks," Thirteen smiled.

"It looks like you have a fallback career," Cameron took another bite.

Thirteen chuckled, "If you say so."

After they finished eating, Thirteen cleared the plates and Cameron moved to the couch with her glass of wine.

Thirteen returned and was just about to sit down when a buzzer went off.

"Oh what's that?" Cameron asked, "Dessert?"

Thirteen smiled, "No, that's laundry."

"Oh," Cameron leaned back on the couch a little disappointed.

"I'll go lay out my clothes so they don't wrinkle then we'll go get dessert okay?" Thirteen asked.

Cameron beamed, "Okay."

Thirteen disappeared down the hallway. Cameron waited a few seconds and then followed. She walked into Thirteen's bedroom just as Thirteen set down the armful of clothes on her bed.

"Hey," Cameron announced her presence, "I thought that I could help or at least watch."

Thirteen shrugged, "It'll only take a second."

Cameron fell back onto the bed and turned on her side toward Thirteen. She watched Thirteen for a few minutes before saying, "This would be so much more fun for me if you weren't wearing clothes."

Thirteen chuckled, "I'm sure." She picked up a shirt and folded it.

Cameron reached into the pile of clothes and pulled out red lace boyshorts. "Why haven't I ever seen these?"

"You see them now," Thirteen answered.

"I want to see them on you," Cameron offered them to Thirteen.

Thirteen took them and put them on the pile of folded clothes. "Maybe later."

Cameron picked them up, "Please? We won't have to go out for dessert if you do."

"But I want desert," Thirteen countered.

Cameron rolled over onto the clothes.

"Hey," Thirteen said, "You're wrinkling my clothes."

Cameron held up the boyshorts, "Finish in these and we'll go."

Thirteen took the underwear and walked out of the room. She returned clad in the brown long sleeves shirt she had on before and the red lace boyshorts.

Cameron rolled off of the clothes, "That's better."

"Now I don't match," Thirteen smiled.

Cameron's eyes lit up, "Is there a matching bra?"

"If I say yes will you insist on me wearing it?" Thirteen asked.

"Yeah," Cameron smirked.

"Then no," Thirteen replied.

Cameron started to roll back onto the clothes, but Thirteen stopped her. Cameron grabbed Thirteen's wrists, pulled and spun herself so that she was sitting on the bed and Thirteen was standing between her legs.

"You're like a little kid sometimes," Thirteen smiled down at Cameron.

Cameron smirked, "But you think it's cute."

Thirteen nodded and captured Cameron's lips with her own.

Cameron laid back on the bed, pulling Thirteen down on top of her. She ran her hands up Thirteen's bare thighs and smiled into their kiss as the shiver that she saw run up Thirteen's body.

She flipped Thirteen onto her back and pushed Thirteen's shirt up just enough to reveal her stomach. She moved down and started kissing around Thirteen's bellybutton.

Thirteen closed her eyes and asked, "We're not going to get dessert are we?"

Cameron let her lips, tongue and teeth play along the skin of Thirteen's stomach causing the muscles to tense and Thirteen to squirm. Cameron finally answered, "Do you still want to go?"

"Hell no," Thirteen answered caught between a gasp and a moan.

Cameron smiled against Thirteen's stomach, before continuing to play with her favorite dessert.