Window to Tomorrow

By: Siltears

Pairing: Chase/House pre-slash

Word count: 1772

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the people in this story.

Summary: Working as FBI Agents was never an easy thing, but having Agent House as your boss is just killer. Agent Chase is about to be in the ride of his life: trying to hang onto his life, while trying to capture a serial killer.

The first impression Agent Robert Chase got when he enter the their office and saw the look on Dr. Foreman's face was that something bad was going to happen. Foreman was sitting in his chair on the side of their big coffee table, and drinking coffee with a face that seemed to say that the coffee was too bitter for his taste suddenly.

The first idea that immediately followed the impression that ran through Agent Chase's head was that he should get the hell out of here immediately before Agent House saw him. As he was about to turn, he crashed into something that sent him on his ass by the force of the collision. He raised his head just in time to see the smirk on House's face as he stared down at him.

"You know most people would rather date first before getting on their backs for people," the smugness was so thick in his voice that you could spread it with a knife.

"Keep dreaming," Chase replied in a mumble as he gripped the leg of a chair to get up.

"Speak up. I can't hear you."

Chase knew better than to talk back to House, the older man would just take it as a challenge. And Chase was in no mood for his antics right now, especially since he had a feeling that he would need most of his strength for later.

"So… did you hear the one about the brunette, red-head and the blond?"

It wasn't new anymore. With House there was always someone to be made fun of, and that honor mostly fell on Chase's head, since Foreman was so freaking strict most of the time.

"No… I didn't hear about the brunette, red-head and the blond," Chase sighed. He had learned during his 3 years of working with Agent House that it was just plain better to allow to man to get his joke out there and done with. Otherwise he would terrorize the rest of your day until he was able to tell you the stupid joke.

"There were three of them trapped on an island, and one day they found this magic lamp which granted the each of them one wish. So the brunette wished for…"

Chase just rolled his eyes and waited for the punch line. At least the blond jokes were better than the Catholic jokes. Chase turned his eyes to the newspaper on the table and flipped through the pages and stopped at the crossword section. Grabbing a pen that lay next to Foreman's cup of coffee that was abandoned after the first few sips.

"…and that is the reason why blonds are so dumb."

"That's nice," Chase added off-handed as he concentrated on the crossword in front of him.

Silence filled the large FBI office. Chase chewed on the pencil and focused on his crossword, House sat there with a frown as his latest joke failed to get a rise from the blond. Then there was Foreman who sat there as straight as an arrow, waiting to know why they had been called to this meeting.

In Chase's opinion, Dr. Foreman was a great Medical Examiner, but he sure as hell needed to lay back and relax. And as he looked out from the corner of his newspaper crossword, he thought he saw one of the veins on the side of the good doctor's head jump. If Chase were a doctor, he would be worried about it. But he wasn't, so he just ignored it and returned to his crossword.

"What is a four lettered word for threesome?" He asked, not really looking up, and mostly talking to himself.

"Orgy?" House's voice replied immediately, with a hint of amusement.

Chase finally looked up and stared at his boss, and said in his most serious tone. "Nope, third letter is an 'I'."

"Maybe it's just your old British was of spelling?"

"I'm Australian."

"You have the Queen on your money, so what difference does it make?"

That joke had been told over and over between the two of them, and it was almost said to the point where it was more of a sign of affection, more than anything else.

"Trio!" Foreman finally snapped at both of them.

"Huh?" Both of them turned to look at Foreman as if he just made a totally out of context comment.

"Four lettered word for threesome," Foreman clarified.

Chase raised his eyebrow at the sharp display of anger, but did nothing more than take up his pen and write in the word. When it turned out that it had fit perfectly, he shrugged and just continued on with the next word. After three more words, he was once again stuck. Maybe this was God's way of telling him to switch to the Sudoku puzzle next to the crossword.

Sighing he gave up and placed his newspaper down.

Silence once again filled the room for the second time in the short while. And this time it was more obvious to Chase. It might have had something to do with the fact that he didn't have the crossword to fill his attention with.

"What the hell did you call us here for, House?"

Seems like Foreman folded into his sense of curiosity, or was it the power of boredom? Chase didn't care to find out. Either way the purpose was the same, and that purpose didn't do Chase any harm. He too was curious as to what was going on.

"There's going to be a new duckling here." House said, as if it was the most serious thing in the world.

"You mean, we are going to get a new co-worker?" Foreman asked, just to be sure.

"No. I mean I am going to buy a new duck."

Silence passed over the three of them. Chase wouldn't put it pass House to actually buy a duck, just to pass the time.

"No. Of course I mean you people are going to get a new co-worker." He said, clearly disappointed that none of them had any sense of humor. And in return his current ducklings just stared at him, all waiting.

"I have to hold interviews for a new intern."

Chase made to leave, and Foreman was about to get up.

"Did I say that you guys could go?"

Both men turned, and Chase gave House a confused look.

"When I say I have to hold an interview, I meant one of you," House said smirking as he watched the shocked expression and confused look on his underlings' faces.

"We aren't exactly you, you know. They will be able to tell the difference."

"Really now? I could tell. You aren't as brilliant as me."

House smirked, Foreman scowled and Chase was amused.

There was a knock on their glass door, and all three looked towards the direction in which the sound came from. Each of them had a different degree of surprise on his face. Chase looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights, Foreman looked annoyed and House still had the damned smirk on his face.

"So, Agent House, go and interview the new intern." House said, directing the comment at Chase, since Foreman already stocked away.

Chase stood up, walked over to House's big leather chair, as the older agent limped away.

"You wouldn't need to interview people if you didn't scare away interns so fast," Chase mumbled when he was sure that House was outside of hearing distance. Another knock was heard as the person on the other side tapped again.

Chase sighed and replaced his frown with his regular smile.

"Come in."

The door opened and a young man walked in. He was a little bit taller than Chase, and his hair had a calm brown color to it. The first thought that went through Chase's head as the other man took the seat across from him, was that he was jealous that the other man's hair was so nice and shiny.

"Take a seat," Chase offered pointing to the chair across from the glass table, where he had sat only minutes beforehand.

"So Mr. Addy it seems that you have worked with Agent Booth for a few months. Why are you applying here with Agent House?" Chase asked without looking up from the folder of papers that were in his hands.

"Um…"

There was a slight pause that Chase noticed.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked.

"… Aren't you Agent House?"

It took Chase a minute to realize that he had indeed said Agent House, rather than 'me', the kid was sharp, and he would give him that.

"Ah…no. I am not Agent House. I am Agent Chase."

The brown haired man stared at Chase awkwardly, not knowing how to continue.

Chase sighed. "Agent House doesn't like interviewing people." He offered as some kind of an explanation.

"Agent Booth doesn't do interviews either."

Chase smiled, and deep inside he got the feeling that he would not be hiring this young man, not matter how qualified he was.

"I understand that most of you cases involved interaction with the decreased. Do you have any experience with the living?"

"…Not really," Addy blushed in embarrassment. The first thing asked of him, and he couldn't do it. "But I believe that I believe that with this opportunity I will be able to broaden my horizon…"

Mr. Addy rattled on and on, and Chase thought that it might have been a good thing that he was interviewing the young man, rather than House for the first time. God knows how fast House would have chased the poor boy out of the room crying.

"… working here will be a great benefit to me…"

The sound of Chase's cell ringing started and he waved an impatient hand to stop Agent Addy's rumbling.

"…I see. Do you want me to bring the possible intern with me?"

Chase focused his gaze on Addy and it caused the younger man to twitch uncomfortably in his seat. Finally Chase closed his cell phone with a snap of the lid, and removed his gaze from Mr. Addy in favor of finding his bulletproof vest.

"Let's go. We got a new case."

Agent Addy's glance followed Chase around the room as the older agent collected his weapons.

"… er … what about my interview?"

Chase smiled and enigmatic smile and turned to face Agent Addy with one hand on the door. "Think of it as a hands on inspection."

And before Agent Addy could say anything else, Agent Chase was already out the door and walking towards the parking lot.

TBC……

Next Chapter: They are introduced to the new crime. Agent Addy brakes down. And Agent Glamour and Agent Cameron are introduced.

Author's Notes: Yes, Agent Addy is from Bones, and I know he works for Dr. Brennan, but for this story's purpose he is going to work for Agent Booth.