Disclaimer: What do you think?
There was a sharp, incessant knocking on Cuddy's door. She groaned and rolled her eyes as she glanced at the alarm beside her bed. No one should be awake at this hour, she thought to herself as she pulled herself from beneath the down comforter.
Cuddy stumbled down the stairs to the front door, running a hand across her face. She yanked the door open and greeted her late night visitor with a wide yawn. "Dr. Chase?"
Chase stood in front of her, looking cold, uncomfortable and tired. "Thank God, Dr. Cuddy! I'm so sorry to bother you at home – and so late at night – but it seems that House is missing. We've paged him five times, called his cell over and over, Foreman checked his house, we looked in his office, Wilson's office, your office, the lab, and all the exam rooms in the clinic!"
"Uh..." Cuddy suddenly seemed a bit awkward. She put a hand to her cheek as she said, "Well, I'm sure he'll turn up. He always does. What are you doing at the hospital this late anyway?"
"I wasn't. Cameron called in a panic and said House was missing and to try here. So here I stand," he grumbled.
Cuddy waved a hand in indifference. "I understand. I'm sure he'll turn up. He always does."
Chase gave her a funny look. "You just said that. Are you all right, Cuddy? Wait. Is that-" He gestured briefly to Cuddy's oversized t-shirt as a voice filtered down the stairs.
"Whoever it is, tell 'em to go away and come back to bed, Cuddles!" it shouted, sounding more than a little annoyed.
"-House's shirt?" Chase finished his thought quietly. Cuddy blushed and swallowed hard. Chase stared at her in shock for a moment before a smirk fell across his face. "I'll tell everybody- not to worry about him. He's in good hands." He winked and walked down her steps, hunched over to hide his chuckles.
Good? Sucky? Please Review!