Cameron smiled despite herself, and shook her head as she waited for the coffee to finish. Through the glass wall that divided the office and the differential diagnosis room, she could see her boss. He was sitting with his legs on his desk, cane discarded, and was playing the air guitar along with some rock tune blasting out through his ipod with a satisfied smile on his face.

The last case had been draining on him. She shuddered to remember the last few days, and blocked it from his mind. Days after the case had ended, he had still gone around with a cloud over his head, and even his best jibes showed that his heart was not really in it.

Grabbing his favourite mug, Cameron started into the room, causing House to look up from his music. She felt herself melt as the familiar piercing blue eyes looked at her, the sarcastic humour flooding out of them as she had remembered before.

"If it isn't my favourite work monkey. Why are you not reading my mail or something?" House smirked at the irritated expression from Cameron, as he interrupted her train of thought. She banged the mug down on the desk.

"If we had a case I might have some mail to read. As it is, I've done it all. Besides, why don't you read your own letters?" she sniped back.

Grinning lazily, House moved his legs off the desk. "Where would be the fun in that? Plus I don't have to read all the adverts for Viagra this way. I mean, come on, it's not like I need any." He winked suggestively at her, causing Cameron to groan and turn away.

The door to his office swung open, showing Wilson standing in the door. He looked angry, so Cameron decided to stay for a while and try to find out what House had done this time to irritate the usually calm oncologist.

"House, why the hell do all the nurses think I've had a fling with that student nurse? They won't do anything for me anymore, seems I have the reputation of a sleep and dump man," Wilson started, glaring at House.

"Well if you will go around chatting up the nurses, you can hardly blame me if idle gossip is started," replied House, grinning mischievously.

"Idle gossip wouldn't get out if you didn't start it!" sighed Wilson, sinking into House's guest chair. "Oh yeah, some guy in reception gave me this to give you," he finished, throwing a letter across the table to House.

"Hey don't look at me. I'm not like that man," drawled House, taking off a hippy accent as he started opening the letter. Cameron chuckled from the door.

"Who else would it be?" asked Wilson, studying his friend from under his eyebrows, not sure whether to be angry or to laugh.

"Well, you are definitely sleeping with one of the nurses." House flipped open the letter, casually reading through it.

"I am not! Why would I?" Wilson rubbed the back of his neck, annoyed that House was on his case again.

"Lips say no, new tie says yes," replied House distractedly, becoming more interested in the letter he was reading.

"I can't believe you think that just because I actually take pride in my appearance, I am automatically sleeping with someone!" snapped Wilson, throwing his head back in despair.

"What's wrong House?" asked Cameron. Her boss had suddenly gone a strange shade of grey and was starting for his cane.

"Huh?" asked House, making his way quickly to the door. Wilson, now fully alert, started from the chair.

"What's up?" asked Wilson, concerned.

"Nothing, just something I have to sort." Swiftly leaving the room, House left a baffled looking Wilson and Cameron starting worriedly after him.