You want me to Date You?

Chapter Fourteen

Here's the next chapter! I know it's a tad short but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging on where I left off for too long. I hope that you like this chapter and I will already be working on the next chapter to be able to post it to you guys!

Cameron Foreman, and Chase walked into House's office and Chase held up a paper for House to see. "You were wrong, the abnormality was real." Chase said before he handed over the paper for House to read.

"It's not sick sinus syndrome like we thought." Cameron clarified.

House shifted in his seat before he put the paper on his desk. "Well, thank God we found out before we put the pacemaker in. And thank God you dragged him into a stairwell to get his heart racing." He gave a pointed look to Cameron, whom narrowed her eyes at him.

Chase looked between the two but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to get into the argument that he could feel brewing as tension in the room rose.

"We were just taking the stairs to the basement; the stairwell is kind of where they keep those." Cameron answered sarcastically.

Chase rolled his eyes, unable to help himself. "Hey, the guy's still sick. Can we talk about that? The headaches and dizziness point to a neurological problem, acoustic neuroma. Brian tumor causes dizziness, loss of consciousness, messes with breathing patterns, heart rhythms ..." Chase began to explain, only to be interrupted by House.

House nodded at Chase. "Get an MRI." Suddenly his phone rings and House quickly leaned over to answer it. "Hello? Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be right down. No problem, I'll do an extra hour to make up. I'm late for my clinic duty." House smirked and grabbed his nametag off his desk and tossed it to Foreman. "Here, go be me for a couple hours."

Foreman rolled his eyes, knowing he'd lost the bet they had made earlier, and left with House's nametag in hand while Chase went into the adjoining room to chill out until he'd be needed.

Cameron sat in the seat across from House's desk, noting House's stiff posture. "I swear to you House, he didn't want to wait for the elevator and wanted to take the stairs. HE even had an older lady with a walker sit in the wheelchair I had him in."

House looked at Cameron and turned in his chair to look on his computer. 'Yeah, you swear that it was all him, but why do you blush when he talks to you?' He questioned himself.

Cameron huffed and stood. She walked around his desk and grabbed the arm of his chair and pulled him around to face her, placing both arms on either arm rest, trapping him in his seat. "Greg... I would not jeopardize what we have... you have to know that."

House looked up and met Cameron's eyes and couldn't see deception within them. He let out a sigh and nodded, not able to find his voice to be able to answer her. 'But what do we have?' he asked in his mind, too uncomfortable to say it aloud.

"I'm going to go set up Marcus for that MRI and hopefully figure out what's going on with him. We'll talk tonight if you want okay?" she asked quietly. Only getting a nod again in response, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his cheek before she kissed the corner of his mouth. He tilted so she would meet his lips instead and she let him deepen the kiss for a few moments before she pulled away with a smile. "I'll be back if we find anything." She said before she stood and left his office. 'At least he's still responsive.'

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Cameron and Chase looked on as they started the MRI machine and watched the screens in the adjoining room. Cameron was finding it hard to keep things in and she let out an audible sigh. "He asked me out." She stated aloud.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Who, Marcus?" he asked. At seeing her nod in response, both of Chase's eyebrows raised. "I'm shocked." He said. "I'm shocked when patients don't ask you out." He added, causing Cameron to turn and narrow her eyes at him before she returned to watching the screens.

"He also asked me if I wanted to go to Africa."

"Wow... the man moves fast... have you told House?" Chase asked.

"I would think that the two questions are for different objectives. But no, I haven't told House. He already thinks that something happened in the stairwell."

"Well... do you like the guy?" Chase questioned.

Cameron paused, "Well... he's a good looking guy, really cares about the world, a great doctor..."

"So you do like him. I've seen you turn a bit pink when he talks to you. I take it that you said no though."

Cameron sighed. "I didn't answer him at all honestly."

"Well, the man's not House."

That caused Cameron to chuckle. "No... no he's not." Cameron zoomed in on the screen before she pointed at it. "Looks like there's a spot on his arm."

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Cameron went back to House's office with the results. Cameron watched as House stood when she entered, leaning against his cane. "Did I ask you to put a PPD on him?" House questioned.

"It ended up positive House, he has TB." Cameron countered, crossing her arms over her chest.

House rolled his eyes. "Of course he's got TB! The guy's been in the jungle for 20 years! If he tested positive for pink-eye would you think that was his big problem? Would that satisfy you?" He asked incredulously.

"I did a test and it ended up positive, why is that such a problem?" Cameron questioned.

"Because now he's got the big red target on his arm, the stubborn jerk thinks he's right! He won't let us do any more tests." House replied earnestly, his voice raising an octave.

"Well, maybe he's not the only stubborn jerk." Cameron scoffed when House pointed at himself. "Yes I mean you... I also did an LP he has low glucose and he has an increased sed rate. Everything screams that he has tuberculosis!" She hollered, getting frustrated at him.

House shook his head and tossed his cane to the floor before he leaned against his desk. "Not everything." He growled.

Cameron sighed and shook her head as she bent down and grabbed his cane which had landed at her feet. "If any of the symptoms are caused by the TB it would throw off our diagnosis and we wouldn't be able to treat him correctly and you know that."

House nodded and let his tense shoulders go lax. "You're right. Treat the TB."

Cameron smiled, knowing that she had gotten through to him about the subject. She walked up to him and placed his cane on top of his desk, having to reach around him to do so. "I know I'm right." She said, a smirk appearing on her face.

House chuckled and slowly pulled her to him by the front of her lab coat before he wrapped his arms around her waist. "This time." He said, his own smirk appearing on his face before he leaned down to kiss her gently.