Disclaimer: I do not own House, Chase or the annoying Cameron.
[ I know this is the opposite of grand, but bear with me. I'm in a rut.]
I should get paid double for offering to take over House's clinic duties... Cameron silently complained.
It was well past midnight and the only thing keeping the doctor from a warm bath and some well-deserved sleep was the manila folder that she was currently clutching in her left hand. Once this is on House's desk, I am out of here.
Cameron wasn't worried when she saw that House's office seemed desolate and even less surprised to see that the blinds were all drawn.
She put her free hand on the glass door and was about to push it open but stopped when she heard a slight grunt hail from inside the glass office.
She stopped and strained to hear what was going on the other side of the door.
"House!"
Cameron's brow furrowed in confusion.
What is Chase doing here so late?
Cameron jumped when Chase's voice sounded yet again, jarring her from her thoughts.
"It won't fit..."
Cameron put her ear to the door in attempt to get a better grasp on the situation taking place in the office.
"Yes, it will. It fit last night."
House...? Cameron was at a loss. House never, NEVER, stayed at work after three, if he could get away with it.
Cameron listened as Chase let a huffed breathe.
"It wasn't full last night."
"It's not my fault it's so hard and heavy, now is it Wombat?"
Cameron could hear the grin in House's voice.Oh. My. God. This is not what it sounds like...
"No," was Chase's reply.
Cameron took in a quick breathe and tried to make sense of what she was hearing.
No, this is not... Chase and House... No. That's a ridiculous thought...She pressed closer to the door, only to hear rustling and the sound of things Or people moving.
"HOUSE! Stop trying to force it!!"
At that, Cameron jumped and managed to slam her head into the door, thus jarring it completely open. House and Chase turned toward the now open door only to see Cameron sprawled on the floor.
"I... uh... folder.. .clinic.... ermmm.."
Cameron willed herself to look up at her boss and the Aussie, expecting the worst....
She was surprised to see that both doctors where fully clothed and seemed to be in the midst of putting boxes inside a small, already full closet.
"Erm, here, House," she stuttered, tossing him the folder and making her way quickly out the rolled his eyes and poked Chase.
"Go close the door."Chase huffed, but complied.
"I think we scared Cameron...""Good. Next time maybe she won't eavesdrop on private matters..."
"House, putting boxes into a clostet is not a private matter."
House leered at the young blond.
"No, but... what about this?"
