A big thank you to Lady Kestral for her beta of this chapter. And all of you can give a shout out to my good friend Delilah she pesters me until I get the new chapter out to you all. I hope at the end of this chapter you won't burn me at the stake. -Onyx

Uncle Cappy pulled into the driveway and after Cameron thanked them both profusely for a wonderful night and making her feel like family, she walked up the walkway. The entire cabin was dark and she knew House would be asleep. It was better that he was because she had so many questions that she was unsure of how to approach him.

She turned the door and as she walked in she felt the first raindrop hit her ear. A faint trace of his cologne caught her senses. She walked in quietly, then decidedly she softly called his name.

"House, are you still awake?"

"Yeah."

She heard him whisper and suddenly she had goosebumps. The voice came from inches behind her. One hand went around her waist and the other on her shoulder and then he turned her towards him. Cameron could barely make out his face in the darkness. He splayed his fingers and ran them down the length of her arms. And then he did something completely unexpected. He pulled her into him and pressed the side of her face into his chest.

"Listeriosis, my baby and my best friend died from Listeriosis."

If it weren't for the fact that she could feel him holding her, she might've thought that it was an imposter. His voice was gruff and shaky. There was no hint of his cool confidence or his arrogant manner. Cameron felt her throat tighten.

"Uncle Cappy told me in a sort of Italian way that he was going to tell you about Margerite if I didn't. I told him it might be easier coming from a shorter person." He said in his typical sarcastic way. It helped to relieve Cameron's nerves but she could tell it was a front.

"But Listeriosis is almost always curable."

"Margerite was different. Her body rejected any antibiotic they gave her and she was allergic to penicillin. They wanted to kill the baby so her resistance would be stronger but she wouldn't let them. She told me if they killed the baby to save her, she'd kill herself at first opportunity."

"But if Margerite had Listeriosis, the baby was going to die anyway. Why not tell her that? She could've gotten healthy, lost the baby and had another one."

"She didn't want another one. She wanted that one. I made them promise not to tell her that Serifina was sick too. Margerite was so sick her body started to shut down. Even if she'd lived she'd never have another child. And if by some chance she did get pregnant again, her body would reject it and miscarry. She knew the antibiotics weren't going to help her anyway."

Cameron remained silent watching him move in the darkness.

"When they handed Serifina to her she could barely hold her. The smile on her face was the last memory I have of her. And holding my child those last few hours of her life was the last time I've ever felt happy in my life."

"House. Where is she buried?"

"Hillside Cemetery in Metuchen."

"That's in Jersey. Why not here?"

"Because no one in this town knows about Serifina except my aunt and uncle. Margerite is buried in the cemetery here."

"Why not bury them together?"

"I couldn't tell Johnny that he'd lost his sister and his niece. Losing her was the hardest thing in the world for him. He didn't talk to anyone but me for over a year."

"So why not bury Serifina after Margerite? My mom had my sister who was stillborn buried at the feet of my grandfather. No one but her and my dad knew she was there."

"My child had a name, she had a life. Just because there are a rare few that know about her doesn't mean she should be hidden in a grave. She's in Metuchen, halfway between the place she was born and halfway between where her father is now."

In the darkness she saw him sink into the sofa and moved to sit beside him. She placed her hand on his back and felt all the life drain from him. He was shaking and she was unsure if it was tears or rage inside of him.

"Is this what your nightmares are about?"

"No. But it's a reason for what I did." He sat quietly staring into the darkness.

Cameron heard the soft snores of his beloved dog and the light muffled sound of the radio in his bedroom. He needed time alone with his thoughts and Cameron felt drained with the entire story. Without a word she rose from the couch. Before she could take a step he grabbed her wrist and stood up. Despite the darkness she could feel his eyes piercing hers. He pulled her to him once again and placed his warm lips over her cheek. His hands like two anchors on her hips. He moved to kiss her lips and instantly Cameron felt the breath go right out of her. This kiss was far different then the one on the boat or in his office. There was a longing there that hadn't been there before. She was afraid to touch him for fear that he'd come to his senses so she just kissed him back instead. He finally did what she couldn't. He reached for her right hand and put it behind his neck and then placed the left one on his chest and held it there as he encircled her waist with his arm. The scratch of his stubble against her face made every hair on the back of her neck and her arms stand up. He reached for the snap to her jeans and felt her stiffen suddenly and stop.

"Don't tell me you've suddenly turned into Mary Poppins because you know even she got a little dirty with the chimney sweeps."

"House, look!"

There in the moonlight standing on his back porch was the same woman that Cameron had seen twice before. But again she was gone before House could see her.

"Are you seeing ghosts now?"

"It's the same woman that I've seen twice before watching us."

"Well rumor has it an old witch haunts the hills."

"Will you take me seriously for once?" She said frustrated.

"I would but this is the second out of three times you've seen her when we were about to do the monster mash. Gotta do better then that to make a graveyard smash."

"I'm not making excuses. Go look please."

He laughed walking into the kitchen for a flashlight. A few minutes later he ran back into the house at full speed grabbing for the phone.

"Chuck it's Greg House. Cappy's restaurant is on fire!"

Cameron reeled in shock and then turned white as the ghost House claimed she'd made up.

"House! Uncle Cappy dropped me off thirty minutes!"

"C'mon we gotta get down there!"

"House listen to me! He and Aunt Virginia had to pick up Baklava for Vivian's Carnation Party tomorrow."

"The Market close at 9. How would they-"

"Your cousin made her a tray this afternoon. They had to pick it up at the restaurant."

Cameron found her ghost, House stood before her his face was whiter then Clorox had a right to claim. And Cameron knew at that moment, House's life would never be the same.