Let the Games Begin (Again)

Cameron sighed.

She had been charting for the last 40 minutes since House had left the room. She had pulled her hair back into a rough loose bun, run away strands of hair fell between her and the charts before her. It was boring work.

Though she'd never admit it, she was quite anxious about Wilson finding out about their sudden... relationship.

She was quite anxious about the relationships as a whole and the implications of this one in particular weighed heavily on her mind. She was well aware that they each had their own emotional scars and broken hearts: they were both damaged.

She heard the sound of someone coming into the room. And with the distinct lack of a tingly feeling in her toes she could tell it wasn't House. But as she looked up, her stomach knotted at the sight of Wilson standing in the doorway.

There was a pause that echoed around the room for what felt like an eternity.

"Have you seen House?"

She almost got down on her knees and prayed to the most popular god(s), but a little voice in her head (that sounded a lot like House) stated very clearly and loudly that it would be a bad thing.

"I haven't seen him." Then knowing she couldn't lie to save herself she added quietly in her mind, 'in the last 40 minutes'.

"Okay." he said with a nod before leaving.

Cameron took a full two minutes to breathe in deep and calm her heart rate.

She had to find House.

Picking up the phone on his desk she dialed his cell number and waited patiently, glancing around to make sure no one was watching or listening.

"Hello me." he said smugly a playful lit in his voice and the groan of a leather chair taking his weight in the background.

"House!" she whispered in an annoyed voice.

"What the hell happened to calling me Greg?" he said, his voice half serious.

"Greg," she said putting emphasis on his name, "...your friend was here looking for you."

"Me? Have a friend? You must have me confused with some other Greg House."

She could here the smile in his voice and couldn't help but smile back.

"That's what I thought but he was quite insistent."

"What did he want?" His voice rumbled seriously over the phone.

"He didn't say he just asked if I'd seen you." she replied in all honesty quiet shocked at the affect just hearing his voice had on her. Her breathing was fast, a little too fast for just sitting at a desk sorting through paperwork.

No doubt he could hear it and played up to it in his teasing way.

"Oh, you've seen me." he said again in the low rumbling tone that made her belly ache, "Naked."

"Greg!" she squealed, a blush rising across her cheeks.

"Allison!" he replied, in a similar and mocking squeak.

"I take it you haven't spoken to him yet?" she said trying to gain some sense of control of the conversation.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" he said sarcastically, "Anyway, it doesn't matter I have an cunning evil plan."

She could imagine him waving his hands in a dismissive sort of manner, then bringing them together in a Burns from the Simpson's impression.

"Evil?" she asked, her eyebrow quirking upward in intrigue and curiosity.

"You said I could have fun!" he whined childishly.

"And you said you loved me." she replied seriously.

A long silence lingered between them. She could almost feel him squirming uncomfortably on the other end of the phone. He wasn't ready to talk about it directly yet. She had known that it had been a slip of the tongue (what a tongue) but she took solace in the fact that he didn't retract or deny what he said.

She sighed softly and broke the silence, "What kind of fun did you have in mind?" she spoke with a sultry voice.

"I knew I'd be a good influence on you." he said smiling once again, "Lock the doors and draw all the blinds in my office, come out onto the balcony and meet me in Wilson's office."

"I hope you know what you're doing."

I hope I know what I'm doing getting involved with you, she thought.

"I always know what I'm doing." he said with complete confidence, with a tone of seriousness in his voice that laid to rest any doubts as to their relationship or his cunning plan.

Let the games begin.

Again.