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While the team is sent to run more labs House sits at his computer searching frantically for any kind of answer. Every one of his searches comes up empty. With each question left a mystery the more aggravated he becomes. He looks around the office for something that will take his mind off if for just a little while. He locks the door, sits back down in his chair, pops a pill, and turns on his ipod. He leans back in the chair, puts his feet up on the desk, and closes his eyes. He feels that it has to be something neurological but all the tests come up with nothing. He knows he is going to make a move at some point soon. Doing nothing will only kill her.

The sound of the lock on his door clicking breaks his concentration. He slowly opens his eyes o see Cuddy standing over him with her arms folded across her chest. He takes his feet off the desk and sits up straight before saying, “The door was locked for a reason.”

“I have a key,” she smugly responds.

“It was still locked.” The look on her face shows him that she is in no mood to play around. He wasn’t playing. She is actually the last person he wants to see. She probably wants to know what is going on with her sister and he doesn’t have any kind of answer for her. “Listen, if you’re going to break into my office and bother me at least stop blocking my view.” He motions with his eyes to her folded arms. She covers up even more and looks at him sternly. “What do you want?”

“There is nothing new written on that stupid board of yours,” she says as she walks towards it. “Why isn’t there anything new?” She knows the answer. She didn’t even have to ask. She knows why there is nothing new. They couldn’t come up with anything. They don’t know what’s wrong with her. It’s all too familiar of what had happened in the past. She regrets asking the question at all. She knows that the last person she’d want to hear that news from would be House.

“Your sister is dying and we don’t know why.” It didn’t sting as much as she thought it would. He didn’t yell it like he normally does. The tone in his voice is empathetic but what scares her most is along with the empathy she could hear worry. She drops her arms and takes a deep breath. The more uncomfortable she makes him, the more he wants her out of his office. He picks up the pill canister from the desk, pours out a pill into his hand, and throws the pill into the back of his throat. “Now leave me alone so I can figure out what is wrong. Go get your nails done or whatever it is your species does to let loose.”


“Get out.” He says each word loudly and each word emphasized. He needs her to leave. He’d never be able to make a decision on which way to being test treatments with her hovering around him. He hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this but he knows for sure if he does nothing her organs will start to shut down and there will be nothing they can do. She turns around and leaves the room.

Cameron leaves the lab and decides to check on Amy’s condition. Amy is just finishing up her dinner, or at least finishing staring at her dinner. Cameron stands in the doorway awkwardly and waits for the half eaten food to be taken away and the room emptied. She takes just one more step into the room and says, “How are you feeling?” She doesn’t even look at Amy. She stares into the chart as she awaits her answer.

“Do you really care?” Amy asks from behind her oxygen mask. Amy could see right through Cameron’s motives. She wanted to look up on her. Perhaps see if she could get more information on her to go running back to House with.

Taken aback by Amy’s question Cameron quickly replies, “Of course I do.”

“You don’t like me,” Amy says smugly. It wasn’t a question and she almost seemed to take pleasure that Cameron is so uneasy around her. From the moment Cameron stepped into the room she could tell there was tension.

Cameron tries to ignore Amy’s attempts to rattle her cage. She begins to take Amy’s vitals without saying a word. Amy watches Cameron’s every move. She tries to pretend that she doesn’t notice but ignoring her gets harder and harder to do. Finally Cameron stops what she’s doing and steps back from the bed. “You live with someone so why are you hitting on him?” As soon as the words leave her mouth she knows she has made a mistake. She has let her emotions get the best of her once again.

Amy pulls the oxygen mask away from her face to make sure Cameron hears every word of her response. She doesn’t care that she can’t breathe. “I am too busy dying to worry about hitting on Dr. House.” She says it as loud as she can with as much attitude as she can. As soon as the sentence leaves her mouth she begins to cough as she tries to catch her breath. She puts the mask back over her mouth and nose.

“Then how did you know I was talking about him?”

“The whole hospital knows, Dr. Cameron. The way you look at him…a blind person could tell.” Cameron doesn’t respond. “Is there a medical reason you came here or did you come to yell at a dying person for hitting on your boss? Which I wasn’t doing by the way.” A lot of the words got muffled behind the mask but the look on Cameron’s face shows that she understood every word.

“I’m done here.” Cameron starts to leave the room but is met up with House. She turns back around and walks back into the room.

“Ah, Dr. Cameron, you’re here.” He pauses to notice the looks of death being swapped between the two women. “You can cut the tension in here with a knife. Aren’t you supposed to be in the lab?”

“I came to make sure she was ok.” It was a lie and they all knew it. She just hopes that just this once he wouldn’t call her out on it.

“You’re not going to get any bonus points with Cuddy unless you actually cure her,” House says as he leans in close to whisper in a mocking way. Cameron rolls her eyes. “Start her on heparin.”

“So you think it’s a clot,” Cameron states, trying to read House’s reasoning. She knows they haven’t agreed on even one diagnosis or even come up with one.

“I didn’t say that.”

“So you think it’s allergies.”

“I didn’t say that either. Just do it.” Cameron doesn’t move, instead she just looks at him and waits for some kind of elaboration or explanation for giving her medicine. “Look, if we don’t do anything she’s going to die anyway. At least we can say we tried.”

“Did you put a whole bunch of treatments in a hat and just pick one out?” Amy chimes in. Usually House would have a comment ready for anyone thinking they could actually out wit him. A variety of snarky comebacks and sexual innuendos begin to flood his brain at a rapid pace. He smiles at her attempt of being a smart ass. It was even more wonderful to him that she got it out while being in pain and hardly able to breathe. He wouldn’t let most people get the last word but he decides this time to make an exception. There would always be next time to come back. Next time would surely have to come when Cameron isn’t around. He wouldn’t dare play with Amy in front of Cameron. He needs her to be on her A game and making her jealous would do just the opposite.

Deciding to ignore Amy’s comment he continues to give Cameron his orders. “The heparin now, Dr. Cameron.” He says it in a stern tone to make sure that he does not want to repeat himself again. Cameron walks over to the medicine cart and takes out a vial of heparin. She walks over to the bed and injects it into Amy’s IV line. A devilish grin overcomes her as she begins to think of House wants to be experimental that they should do everything…including the more painful tests.

“I think we should do an LP,” Cameron says enthusiastically. She could barely hide her excitement in her tone. House wants to say no but he knows that at this point they cannot afford to miss anything. He was hoping to put off the LP until absolutely necessary but Cameron would suspect something is up if he declines her now. He takes a sympathetic look at Amy who looks worried and then he looks back at Cameron. “We haven’t tried it yet.” She almost winds to jump for joy as she twists the knife tighter. House wasn’t the only one who could play games. When she wants to Cameron can be just as much as a bitch as the next person. He had never seen this side of her before. Jealousy is an ugly thing, especially on such a beautiful woman.

House wouldn’t give Cameron the satisfaction to actually administer the test. He would do it himself if it meant not letting Cameron be on her high horse for much longer. “I’ll take it from here, Cameron, you go back to the lab and see if Foreman and Chase has come up with anything.”

“I thought I would do the LP.” Disappointed that her plan has seemed to have back fired she grows angrier. No matter what she does or says it seems like he knows what she is thinking and what her motives are. House could read anyone like a book, Cameron especially since she wears her heart on her sleeve.

“You thought wrong.” Knowing that arguing with him would get her nowhere Cameron leaves the room. He looks back at Amy who is watching his every move. “I’m sorry we have to do this.”

“You’re sorry? What have you done with my doctor? I want House back. House doesn’t do sorry.” She couldn’t help flirting. He is too easy to flirt with. Everything out of his mouth is honest and everything out of her mouth is playful. She had heard Cuddy talk about him plenty of times through out the years they have known each other to know exactly who House is and how he operates. She knows House would never say sorry, especially not to a patient. As much as she didn’t want to think it maybe just maybe House actually cares about her. She knows he only cares about himself on the outside but there had been plenty of stories that have told her that there is more to House than House would like to show people. She is beginning to see that House. She likes that House.

He smiles as he pulls the needle out of the plastic bag it was sealed in. He holds it out in front to show her. “I am going to lay you on your side and stick this big long thing into your back until fluid comes out…is that better?” Amy laughs, there was no response to that she could possibly say that would even hold a candle to it. She couldn’t resist saying something in response.

“I should warn you that pain turns me on,” Amy says as she turns over on her side. House slowly opens the back of her hospital gown to expose her bare back. His eyes wander to her lower back to where a tattoo of a tribal design with a heart in the middle sits. He can’t help but stare for a few seconds. Her porcelain skin looks as smooth as he imagined it would be. Not like he would admit to anyone that he imagined her anything but out of his hospital.

“If you orgasm during this I’ll marry you.” He knows that no matter what kind of freaky stuff a person may be into a lumbar puncture is definitely not something that would turn a person on. The marriage thing was just to get a rise out of her. He couldn’t possibly let her have the last line.

“You don’t want to go proposing before you know what you’re getting into,” she says right back without even a thought. Her remarks are just as fast as his. He likes it. She is definitely better at it than she thought she would be, especially with having Cuddy as a sister. Cuddy just always took it. Amy is a lot feistier.

“This is going to be cold.” He dips the cotton swab into the iodine and slowly rubs it onto her skin. She closes her eyes to imagine she is some place else because despite of her joking around she knows just how much this will hurt. It isn’t her first lumbar puncture and she knows it probably won’t be her last. “Just focus on your breathing. This is going to hurt.” He had to stop. He knows he could go on all day with her back and forth. He knows he would have to stop before he grew too attached. She definitely isn’t like any other patient he has had before. She is has just enough mystery along with the right amount of wit to be a deadly combination. He was officially intrigued and wants to know more about her.

He slowly sticks the needle into her back. The further he goes in, the more Amy winces. It had been a while since she had had her last LP. She almost forgot how much it hurts. There would be no having anything close to an orgasm. “What happens if you don’t find anything?”

“We put you to sleep like we would any suffering animal.” Amy tries desperately not to laugh. Just a little bit of movement could do significant amount of damage. She just smiles and continues to try to catch her breath. The spinal fluid finally begins to pour out. House puts a vial up next to the needle and collects what he needs. He caps the vial and puts it down on his tray so he can begin to pull the needle out of Amy’s back. “I am going to pull out now.” He smirks at his own dirty comment as he slowly pulls the needle out.

“It figures I’d get stuck with a doctor who can’t last long.” He had to get out of there. One more brilliant comment by her would get his head all in a tizzy. If he wasn’t interested in her enough already, he is even more so now. Not many people could keep up with him and not only can she keep up with him but she seems to be enjoying it as much as he is. The more she makes him smile, the more she wants to keep talking to him. She knows eventually he will grow bored of her and find some new interesting case to latch on to. She might as well make every second last.

“I’ll send this up to the lab to see what we can come up with.” House looks outside to see Wilson hovering around the hallway. He seems to be pacing back and forth. He looks back to Amy. “How long as Wilson been out there?”

“I’d say about 10 minutes.”

“Don’t you find that odd?”

“He’s probably waiting for you to leave.”

“How much has he been coming to see you?”

“A lot.” She could tell that House is beginning to become a little jealous of Wilson’s time spent in Amy’s room. She knows she could definitely use it to her advantage in later conversations with House and has every intention to rub it in his face every chance he gets. She makes a mental note to page Wilson next time House is in her room. That would definitely stir up the pot a bit.

House begins to wonder why Wilson is so interested in Amy. He knows they are friends but Wilson has a stack full of patients to meet with. There shouldn’t be time for him to be hovering around her room for 5 minutes. It makes him want to stick around just to spite Wilson but he has to get the spinal fluid up to the lab. He takes out his pill canister, drops a pill into his hand and throws it to the back of his throat. He walks out of the room and over to Wilson. “She’s all yours.”

Wilson ignores House’s behavior and walks into Amy’s room. “What was that about?” Wilson asks as he sits down on the bed.

“Beats me,” Amy lies. She would have so much fun playing with her two doctors. She knows she is dying, she might as well have some fun before it happens.
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