As requested, another chapter :) Enjoy :)

Allison was leant against the nurses station as she held her head in her hands and let out a tired, frustrated sigh. Her shift had started at 4:00am that morning and it was now going on 6:00pm. She was used to working the long hours, but Friday's were always busy and she hadn't had a break all day. Not only that but yesterdays shift only ended at midnight, so the lack of sleep wasn't helping her either. She was just thankful she somehow managed to convince Cuddy to let her have tonight and tomorrow off. Today was new years eve, which not so coincidently also happened to be one of the busiest nights of the year in the ER. New years eve just screamed drunken accidents, and Allison definitely wasn't in the right state to deal with that.

Instead, she'd be at home tucked up with a glass of wine on her sofa watching old films as she rung in the new year alone. She frowned slightly at that thought. Her family had all left the day before and it was the first holiday season since her and Chase's divorce. It was probably the first time she'd never actually done anything for new years eve, actually. Then again, she was looking forward to the peace and quiet – as well as an early night. Allison forced herself to look up at the clock, knowing that wishing for 7:00pm to come quicker wouldn't help her. Only another hour to go, she thought to herself as she stood up properly and grabbed another handful of patient files.

"Need a hand?"

Allison jumped slightly at the unexpected voice, just managing to hold onto the files held in her arms. She glanced up to look at a smirking brunette watching her in amusement. Allison couldn't help but smile back, suddenly not feeling as tired or down as she was before. She hadn't seen Remy since Christmas day where the two of them had shared a kiss under the mistletoe. The evening had ended way too soon for her liking, though in reality Remy had only left after midnight, even though her parents had called it a night at around 11:00pm. Much to Allison's delight, the two extra seats remained empty as Remy led her back onto the single seat and onto her lap for the second time. And that's where they had stayed the whole time until Remy left, Allison grinning every time the two of them made the slightest bit of skin contact.

"Sure," Allison nodded quickly with a slight blush, suddenly remembering that Remy had asked her a question.

Remy chuckled slightly at the sight of a flustered Allison Cameron. Too adorable, she thought with a smile.

"Hectic day?" Remy asked with a slight frown and grimace, noticing the ER heads stained scrubs as well as her slightly dishevelled appearance. Not that the blonde looked anything less than beautiful, Remy thought.

Allison nodded with another small sigh. "Working since four this morning. Can you believe we've already had a good couple of dozen brought in for alcohol related injuries?" Allison asked with disbelief. "I know it's new years eve, and Friday, but it's not even night yet," she said in exasperation, massaging her forehead with her thumb and forefinger in a bid to will away the oncoming headache.

Remy frowned again as she took sympathy with the blonde. People were idiots, she decided, not that she had thought any differently before. She included herself in that category. Nine times out of ten she'd ended up with some sort of physical injury after new years and the whole lot of drinking that went with it. Never serious enough for a trip to the hospital, but an injury nonetheless. Hopefully tonight wouldn't end up that way. She doubted it would, considering the type of 'get-together' she was attending. Her eyes widened slightly when she remembered one of the main reasons she had actually come down to the ER in the first place.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" Remy asked off topic as nonchalantly as possible. Allison was just about to answer when she was cut off by a third voice entering the conversation.

"Allison!"

Allison looked over her shoulder to find the friendly face of James Wilson approaching her, clearly oblivious of his interruption.

"Hi James," Allison greeted with a wide smile. She'd always got on with Wilson, and found herself seeing more of him ever since she had moved to the ER. She never did quite understand how someone as friendly as him could put with House as a best friend.

He smiled back as he made his way over towards the two of them. "What are you doing tonight?" He asked with a hopeful smile.

"Actually I'm just-"

"Thirteen!" Wilson turned his attention to the brunette beside him, clearly just noticing the woman's presence. Allison rolled her eyes a little in exasperation when she was cut off for the second time in as many minutes, both times by Wilson and both times telling her non-existent plans.

"You still on for tonight?" He asked the younger woman with another smile.

This piqued Allison's interest slightly. Was Remy going to Wilson's tonight?

Remy nodded back with affirmation before her pager went off. She glanced down at the device and sighed as House's number popped up. "I'll see you later," she directed at Wilson before placing the files Allison had just given her on the counter with an apologetic smile. "Bye Allison," Remy threw over her shoulder a long with a lingering gaze and smile as she pushed her way through the double doors and out of the ER.

Wilson turned his attention back to the blonde, frowning as he stood waiting for an answer from her but get nothing as she stood staring in the direction Remy had just left with a longing stare.

"Allison?" He questioned quietly as he placed a hand on her arm to get her attention.

"What?" Allison was taking out of her stupor to find the eyes of Wilson looking at her in anticipation. "Oh, right, tonight," she finally remembered with a quick shake of her head. "I'm not doing anything yet," she replied honestly, hoping that adding the yet on would secure an invitation from the man.

Allison guessed by the grin that was now plastered on his face that this was good news to Wilson.

"Great! How would you like to come round to mine later?"

At this point all previous thoughts and desires of being alone, tucked up on her sofa with a glass of wine and an old movie had been swiftly replaced by spending the evening with Remy. Allison grinned as she nodded. "I'd love to."

Wilson beamed back. "Great!" He repeated as he turned to leave. "Come round whenever you can," he called behind him.

Well at least that took up five minutes, Allison thought as she glanced back up at the clock, happy that she now only had fifty-five minutes left of her shift. "Mr. Roberts?" She called out the name of the file in her hand and looked around for any indication of who her next patient was. She smiled as she made her way over towards the man holding his arm up.

"Hello, I'm doctor Cameron."

By the time Allison arrived at Wilson's house it was already going on 9:00pm. She hadn't actually been given a specific time to show up, but by the time she'd gotten back to her apartment, changed into a more appropriate outfit and headed back out the door, she had a horrible bugging feeling that she was late. Allison hated being late.

The blonde checked over her appearance one final time in her rear-view mirror before being satisfied enough. It had taken her nearly an hour to sort out an outfit. Not quite knowing the dress code, she had decided to go for something smart-casual and had eventually settled on a black dress that ended just above her mid thigh with some matching heels. Deciding she didn't have time to make much effort with her hair, she had left it naturally curly, which luckily managed to suit the style of dress she was wearing.

Stepping out into the cold night and towards the front door, she gave the wooden frame a few knocks as soon as she was close enough. After waiting for several moments, she knocked a bit louder and tugged her coat tighter around herself, desperately trying to keep warm. It really was cold, and what she was wearing didn't really cover anything.

"Allison!" Wilson grinned cheerily as he pulled open the door and stepping aside to let the blonde in. "Glad you could come!"

Allison smiled politely and thanked Wilson as he took her coat from her, feeling a pleasant gush of warm air hit her body as she stepped through the threshold and into Wilson's hallway. She watched the oncologist with slight amusement as he stumbled slightly, obviously already having had too much to drink. He always had been a light weight, Allison considered with a grin, mentally recalling some of the hospitals past fund raisers.

"Please, come through," he ushered her through to his kitchen after he had placed her coat away.

Allison was slightly surprised at the amount of people stood holding drinks, each in a series of different conversations. She recognised a few familiar faces from around the hospital including Foreman with what looked like his date, and Taub with his wife, giving each a polite smile as she walked past, not really wanting to get into a proper conversation. What surprised her more was the loud bass music coming from main the room, which consequently held even more people than the kitchen, dancing drunkenly to the beat.

What surprised her most however, was what appeared to be several female strippers at the far end of the room, surrounded by a small crowd of men, each cheering loudly. The look of shock on her face must have been noticeable as Wilson turned towards her.

"House decided to get involved," he dead panned before turning away to get her drink. Allison chuckled lightly, suddenly not so shocked at the type of party she had entered. Her ex-boss was an idiot, she thought. "Here," Wilson returned with a glass of what Allison thought was punch.

Her face grimaced slightly as she tasted the red liquid. The so-called punch was about three parts vodka, one part fruit. "House?" Allison guessed with another chuckle as she recovered from her drink.

Wilson shrugged with a what-can-you-do expression before grinning slightly. No wonder he was this drunk this early Allison thought to herself as she shook her head good naturedly.

"So.. is Remy here yet?" Allison asked as coolly as possible as she craned her neck around to try and spot the brunette she'd been looking for ever since she had entered Wilson's home, disappointed that so far that she had had no such luck.

"Thirteen?" Wilson questioned, not used to hearing the doctor referred to by her first name. Allison nodded in affirmation. He shrugged lightly, "guess she decided not to come," he replied, voice indicating he wasn't overly surprised. Wilson turned and walked away, leaving a frowning Allison behind in his wake.

She let out a disappointed sigh as she stood by herself in the middle of the kitchen, wondering where Remy was. She probably had other invites, Allison decided, knowing Remy was the kind of person to have friends like that. Allison used to be, then med-school and her life got in the way. Now she was lucky If she got invited to any of these things.

Taking another sip of her punch, Allison decided to go and socialise a bit, deciding that she may as well at least try and enjoy herself the rest of the evening, even If it wasn't with the person she wanted to enjoy it with. Taking a deep breath and mustering up the best smile she could, Allison retraced her steps and made her way back over towards her former colleagues.

Allison stumbled her way outside, spilling some of her drink contents as she did so. It had been a couple of hours since she had arrived at Wilson's and she'd spent the time talking and laughing with some co-workers and new faces. After finishing a rather long conversation with a new acquaintance, she decided that going outside and getting some fresh air was probably a good idea. House's punch had gone straight to her head, and while she wasn't drunk, she was certainly tipsy.

The cold wind hit her as soon as she stepped into the fairly large area that was Wilson's back garden, sending a small shiver down her spine. She couldn't be bothered to retrieve her coat from wherever Wilson had placed it before she came out and thought nothing of it at the time. Now stood in the freezing cold, she realised her decision to venture out anyway had been a poor one. Despite her ever cooling body, Allison made her way further into the garden until she found a small bench, satisfied she was far enough away from everyone so that she wouldn't be disturbed.

She casually checked the delicate watch on her right wrist as she sat down, trying to calculate when exactly she'd be able to leave. She decided that she would just stay until midnight, wish Wilson and everyone else a happy new year out of courtesy, and then go home. According to her watches face, there was only forty-five minutes left. Forty-five minutes until a new year began. Allison quietly reflected on her past year. It had been a mixture of both and good. It wasn't the best year she'd ever had, but it certainly wasn't the worst, either.

She briefly remembered what was happening this time last year. Herself and Chase had only been married a few months when they decided to throw their own new years celebration, inviting friends and family over to their newly purchased home. They had grinned at each other as the countdown started, both excited and looking forward to their first year together as husband and wife. Needless to say, it hadn't worked out and no more than six months later they had separated. But as the seconds slowly counted down further towards midnight, the two of them were completely oblivious to their impending doom as they shared a sweet kiss, ringing in the new year in the traditional style. This year would be the first time in a long time she would be entering the new year completely alone without any sort of traditional new years kiss, she realised. Even it had only been platonic, she always shared a kiss with someone, and the thought of breaking that tradition disappointed her a bit. There had been several guys back inside that had tried talking to her or chatting her up, obviously all trying to find someone for that midnight tradition too. Allison hadn't really been interested in any of them, only responding to their conversation starters out of politeness rather than a real interest to whatever it was they were saying.

In all honesty, Allison had already been expecting to kiss someone at midnight. Thoughts of that specific someone had been in her head ever since they had shared that brief kiss on Christmas day, and now that she knew that Remy wouldn't be her midnight kiss, she didn't want to settle for anyone else. It was her or no-one, she'd decided.

Another breeze swept over her, gently tousling her blonde waves as well as provoking another shiver. Lifting the cup she was still holding to her lips, Allison downed the rest of her drink and placed the now empty plastic on the grassy ground beside her. She hummed appreciatively as the alcohol burned her throat and warmed her insides, giving her a few moments of welcomed warmth before it disappeared as fast as it had come.

"Why are you sat out here on your own?"

The voice that had broken the peaceful silence carried both a mixture of concern and amusement in its words. A few moments later and Allison felt a heavy jacket being placed around her shoulders as the intruder came and sat down beside her, making the bench creak slightly with their added weight. Allison was smiling widely before her glance even met that of the woman who had been plaguing her thoughts for the past week.

A distinct, pleasant smell suddenly filled Allison's senses as the perfume held on Remy's leather jacket, which was now currently wrapped around her shoulders, reached her nose. Allison took in a deep breath and grinned when she finally locked eyes with the brunette who was still waiting patiently for an answer. She shrugged nonchalantly before pointing at the black leather covering her upper body.

"You looked cold," Remy offered an explanation to the unasked question with a simple shrug, like it was nothing. Allison grinned again.

"I didn't think you were going to show up." Allison stated quietly as she looked forward again, suddenly wondering why in fact the younger doctor was here. It was almost half past eleven, after all.

Remy chuckled lightly to herself. "Blame that on House," she replied as she leaned forward to rest her elbows comfortably on her thighs whilst holding her head in her hands. "He made me stay behind and finish up some tests," she glanced across to Allison as she spoke.

"I was pissed off with him until I showed up here. He's done quite well at interfering with Wilson's plans hasn't he?" Remy grinned, eyes staying put on the blonde next to her.

Allison laughed at Remy's comment as her eyes focused on the red plastic cup that had once held House's spiked punch, which was now halfway down the garden thanks to the wind. She turned to face the brunette again and nodded in agreement. "He did good," she smiled.

The two stayed staring at one another for a few more moments before Remy hit her knees and pushed herself up, offering a hand out to Allison once she was stood. "Come on, let's go back inside." She suggested, trying her best not to shiver as the wind hit her now bear arms.

Allison smiled and took Remy's hand in her own as she allowed the brunette to help her up. She couldn't help but grin when she felt Remy's fingers link into her own as the two of them walked back up to Wilson's house, clearly having no desire in dropping her hand. The younger of the two women led them both back into the kitchen where she finally let go of Allison's hand, just so she was able to get a drink for her instead.

Allison watched with some amazement as the brunette downed her own cup in one, not even flinching at the excessive amount of alcohol currently sliding down her throat. She tried to match Remy but failed miserably as soon as her second mouthful was swallowed, causing her to cough slightly and twist her face in grimace. Remy chuckled loudly as she watched the blonde in front of her.

"How did you do that?" Allison tried to ask through a mixture of laughter and coughs.

"Lots of practice," Remy grinned as she filled her cup up once again and topped up Allison's.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Allison questioned in mock accusation with a raised brow, already feeling the affects of alcohol washing over her. The ten minutes she'd spent sat outside in the cold had done her some good, but she'd soon be drunk If this was how they were going to drink the rest of the night.

"Not at all," the brunette answered with feigned innocence, her mischievous smile giving her away instantly. Unlike before, Remy sipped at her drink rather than downing it, letting Allison let out an internal sigh of relief. There was no way she would've been able to keep up.

The two of them decided to head into the main room after talking for a while, the loud, heavy bass music still playing like it had been when Allison had first arrived. Both women smiled as they stepped into the room, spotting a very drunk Wilson almost straight away, currently in the middle of the 'dance floor' with one of the strippers House had hired, being cheered on loudly by other drunk guests. House could be seen a few metres away, obviously completely thrilled by his party so far as he watched on with a large grin.

Remy set her drink to one side and motioned to the area in front of them. "Coming?" she asked.

Allison rejected the offer with a small smile, cringing slightly at the brief disappointment that flickered across Remy's face before she moved away and started dancing with a few of the surrounding people without Allison.

All of a sudden she was nervous. Nervous about the prospect of dancing with Remy, spending time with her and maybe even kissing her at midnight. That first kiss they'd shared at her apartment on Christmas hadn't really meant anything, they could simply call it a one-off, spur of the moment, living up to a silly Christmas tradition if they really wanted to. But if they kissed again... where would that leave the two of them?

Allison gulped nervously as she sat down on the empty seat next to her. Was the next stage a relationship? Was she even ready for a relationship for that matter? Was she ready for a relationship with a woman? That thought freaked her out even more than the others. She'd never even kissed another woman before Remy, and now she was suddenly having all these feeling she didn't quite understand.

She glanced back up and searched for the brunette, eyes quickly finding her target and lighting up at the sight of her laughing and dancing around with Wilson. The song that was playing faded and quickly changed into a new one, still heavy bass but slower. She frowned slightly as Remy moved onto someone else, smirking as her hands found her way to a waist as she started dancing with another woman.

Allison reverted back to her earlier questioning. Did she like Remy? Judging by the intense jealousy now flooding through her body she already knew the answer to her own question, and that affection only grew every time she interacted with her. Downing the rest of her drink, Allison stood up and made her way quickly over towards the brunette before her momentary boost of courage faded again.

Remy spun around when she felt the patting on her shoulder, grinning when she looked down at a smiling Allison.

"Changed my mind," Allison smiled even wider with a shrug.

Remy apologised over her shoulder to her now former dance partner before facing Allison again. The blonde had still yet to take off the leather jacket she'd placed over her shoulders earlier which made Remy grin again. She was pretty adamant that Allison looked a lot better in it than she had anyway. Seeing a sudden nervousness appear in Allison's eyes provoked Remy to gently placed her hands on the shorter woman's waist in a reassuring gesture before starting to move the two of them to the beat of the song. She smiled when Allison relaxed a bit and started moving on her own, gradually becoming more and more bold with her movements.

Before long any previous uncertainty or hesitance coming from Allison had been completely forgotten as they danced together, bodies moving in sync to one another at the pace of the song being blasted in the background. The eye contact between them didn't break the whole time they face each other, neither did the smile that was tugging at both their lips.

I'm so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch.

Feel so enamoured, hold me tight within your clutch.

How do you do it, you got me losing every breath.

What did you give me, to make my heart beat out my chest.

Neither could stop the overwhelming sensation to touch the person in front of them, to feel and revel in the sensation of exposed skin against their own. Remy was the one who made the bold move to edge round to the back of her dance partner, pressing her body flush to Allison's, the petite blonde molding perfectly to the taller brunette they both noted with some satisfaction.

I feel we're close enough.

I want to lock in your love.

I think we're close enough.

Could I lock in your love baby.

The feeling and heat of another body pressed up against her back sent a rush of tingles through Allison as she lulled her head back to rest on the brunettes shoulder whilst simultaneously reaching back, managing to thread her fingers through Remy's soft locks and pulling her even closer.

Now I've got you in my space.

I won't let go of you

Got you shackled in my embrace.

I'm latching onto you.

Biting back a moan, Remy reached forward and placed her hands on either side of Allison's waist, pulling her slim frame even closer to her own as the two of them carried on their in-sync hip movements, completely unaware of the aroused crowd slowly gathering around the two of them and watching in appreciation. It was only when the song ended and music cut out completely did the two women finally register the amount of attention they were receiving. Allison blushed profusely as they stepped away from one another, whilst Remy just grinned at the sight of open jaws around them.

"Okay folks, countdown is coming up!"

The loud voice came from the DJ House had hired for the evening, using Wilson's credit card, of course, and effectively broke everyone out of their trance and focused their attention somewhere else, much to Allison's relief. Remy chuckled as she took Allison's hand in her own again and led her out of the main room, sensing that the blonde would probably be more comfortable in a different part of the house at this point.

"You okay?" Remy asked with a concerned smile, noticing the blonde was still a bit flushed.

They had made their way into another room which was now empty, though judging by the mess, hadn't been empty the rest of the evening. Everyone had probably left to go and watch the countdown in the other room, they both figured.

Allison nodded and smile sheepishly.

"10!...9!...8!..."

The loud voices erupted from the other room as the main countdown started.

"Good," Remy smiled back.

"7!...6!...5!..."

It was Remy who shuffled forward slightly, flashing a charming smile at Allison before allowing her eyes to look down at the blonde's perfect lips and then back up into the blue eyes staring back at her intently.

"4!...3!...2!.."

Allison's breath hitched in her throat as the countdown neared it's end, heart pounding as she too edged forward towards the stunning brunette now only a few inches away from her. Her eyes stayed locked onto the green ones staring back at her intently. The last second was almost painfully slow as both women waited for the cue, eagerly awaiting to revisit the short moment that had happened almost a week ago.

"1!.. Happy New Year!"

The loud cheers, shouts and jubilations coming from the other room faded as soon as their mouths found one another's again, both focusing on nothing but the feeling of the others lips against their own, gently moving together in a delicate rhythm. Allison's hands soon found their way back into Remy's hair as she tried to intensify the kiss, moving her tongue along the bottom of Remy's lip as she tried to subtly gain access to the brunette's mouth.

Remy smiled into the kiss as she placed her one hands on Allison's slender waist and pulled her closer while the other gently cupped the blondes face, responding to Allison's delicate request and allowing her full access to her mouth. Tongues touched and the kiss became more heated as Allison was slowly pushed back until her she was pressed up against the nearest wall, Remy managing to pin her there without breaking the contact. Allison moaned softly as their tongues explored and fought, completely engrossed by the woman currently pressed against her, glad the was holding her for the fear her legs may give way.

Their touches gently dwindled as they broke apart, both breathing heavily with closed eyes when they finally decided to pull away. Wilson chose this moment to walk into the room, instantly noticing the close proximity of his two colleagues.

"Uh.. happy new years," he directed quickly at both of them before leaving quickly with a small blush on both cheeks.

Allison bit her bottom lip to hold in a small giggle as she watched her friend awkwardly leave. She turned back to face Remy, who was still only a few inches from her own face.

"Happy new year, Rem," Allison breathed with a content smile as she resting both arms on the brunette's shoulders and her forehead on the one in front of her.

"Happy new years, Allison," Remy whispered back with a smile before leaning back in and brushing Allison's lips with her own again.

I apologise again for the lateness of this chapter! It wasn't quite ready to post on new years eve and I was way too hungover yesterday to finish it, haha!

The song I used is called 'Latch' by Disclosure. If you haven't heard it already, definitely go and check it out! Thought It seemed fitting!

Let me know what you guys thought, and I wish you all the best for 2013! :)