Wow! It's been a wild ride and I couldn't have asked for anything better than the great feedback I've gotten from all of you. For those of you who asked... I don't write this fast. This fic took weeks towrite, and I only started posting when it was 90 complete. Still with a full time job and two kids (plus the third one that's disguised as a husband) I just barely have time to edit and post a few pages a day. Believe it or not the hardest partwas coming up with those darn chapter titles!

I'm happy to say though that Muse is officially back, and I have all of you to thank for that!


Addicted: By Jackie W.


James Wilson sighed as he headed for House's office to see if he wanted to go grab some dinner. It had been a long week. Besides the increasingly short temper of his best friend he'd had the nightmare job of trying to keep the pool participants from doing anything that would affect the outcome of things. Just this morning he had uncovered a plot to have a new doctor in Radiology ask Cameron out in the hopes of keeping her away from House. Turns out the entire department had a sizable bet on House and Cameron never getting together. Then to top things off, the pretty lab tech he'd had a date with had cancelled at the last minute.

As he approached the Diagnostics department he saw Cameron in the doorway. She had obviously just arrived there and was setting down her briefcase. He slowed and looked for a good vantage point. As he slid into an open doorway down the hall he saw her remove the outer jacket that she had on and fold it, slowly bending down to place it with the briefcase. God he couldn't believe House was holding out against her. She looked fantastic.

Meanwhile House was in his office putting on his jacket and rummaging for his keys when he heard a noise out in the conference room. Figuring it was Wilson he turned with a pithy remark on the tip of his tongue. Instead he was startled to see Cameron leaning casually against the doorframe. He usually had a second sense of when she was near. He must be slipping. He tried not to notice how the white top she was wearing clung to her curves, but the damn thing wasn't hiding much. He hoped she hadn't been prancing around in it all day, and was relieved to see a black blazer folded over on her briefcase that sat at her feet. He spoke before the silence became uncomfortable.

"Dr. Cameron. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?" he asked coldly, not wanting to give her the impression he was at all glad to see her.

"You can let me buy you dinner," she replied.

Well that was about the last thing he'd been expecting.

"Cameron, I told you..." he began only to be interrupted.

"I know you're not going to ask me out, House. But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to ask you," she said with an amused twinkle in her eye. "I was thinking Conte's for pizza and beer. Nothing fancy."

His mind raced for an excuse. He could always claim a prior commitment with Wilson.

"I checked with Wilson earlier. He said he has a date with a lab tech from Ortho tonight," she commented taking a step into the room.

Or not.

"You are no longer my boss," she added taking another step.

He opened his mouth as if to respond.

"I don't care about the age difference, I pretty much am only attracted to men older than me anyway," she continued cutting off his objections. "And I don't want to fix you." She sucked up her courage and blatantly eyed him up and down. "That's so not what I have in mind," she told him in a husky voice taking one more step. "But that will have to wait. I don't put out on the first date."

"Of course you don't. You're Saint Allison. Of course technically it wouldn't be our first date," he pointed out.

"I'm wiping the slate clean. Starting over if you will," she told him. "So there is only one excuse left House," she stated stepping right in front of him. "Tell me you are not attracted to me."

He tried, he really did. Everyone lies and he usually had no problem at all being included in that group. But he could smell that damn perfume and feel the heat coming off her body, and he had missed her like crazy in the last week, like an addict trying to go cold turkey.

Almost without his consent his hands reached out to grab her hips and pull her against him so she could feel just how attracted he was.

"Not a chance in hell," he confessed, and bent down to kiss her.

It was several minutes before they parted, and by the time they did House knew that he was down for the count. Could another person be considered a drug?

Cameron for her part was feeling equal parts of lust and relief. She'd taken a huge risk, and it just as easily could have ended up with her having to face up to the fact that there was no hope of anything between them. Joy started to bubble up as she realized that she'd rolled the dice and won.

"So Conte's?" she confirmed. "Please tell me you brought your bike today."

House nodded and grinned. Too bad there was no short skirt to enjoy he thought as Cameron took his hand and led him to the door.

As she reached down for her briefcase and jacket she frowned.

"I'll need to leave the briefcase here," she commented.

House walked over to his desk and opened a drawer for her to drop it into. As she turned back to take his hand again she smiled. "What are your plans for tomorrow night?" she queried.

"No plans, why?" he asked.

"I was thinking of asking you out for a second date," she told him. "Maybe I'll wear the red dress."

House groaned. "Please do."

As they turned out the lights and headed off together she smiled. "You know I don't have any hard and fast rules about putting out on the second date."

A minute later, James Wilson left his hiding spot with a huge grin on his face. If House could find someone to love maybe there was hope for him yet. Making a sudden decision he headed down to Cuddy's office. After all she needed to be informed of this momentous turn of events. And maybe she was free for dinner.


The End