-1This is my first try at a Chase/Cameron fic so bear with me. So, let me give you the complete summary, Set after season 3 "Insensitive". Cameron just wanted to get some coffee. That was all. After a night with Chase it's February 14th and Cameron thought she'd surprise him with a cup of coffee from his favorite coffee shop. But after a strange happening at the Starbucks, Cameron has to strive to survive and pray that Chase can find her as she becomes involved with a dangerous plot.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything House, nor do I own a Starbucks, even though that would be cool….

Why can't I stop thinking about him. He's the one I'd least likely fall in love with, right? Or am I wrong? At this rate what does it matter because now I need him. Chase…please find me…soon…

Cameron woke with a smile. The sun was illuminating her bedroom with a warm light, giving her room a more serene feel. From the much thanked for sunlight after the snow, she glanced around her room. She could see that various articles of clothing strewn about the room and bed sheets practically torn off the bed. The only seemingly untouched object in her room was her brown wooden dresser.

There was a shifting in bed next to her. Cameron turned her head to look at him. Chase was now on his side facing her, not awake though, he was still peacefully asleep. His soft, blonde hair was slightly askew, yet still oddly perfect looking that would invoke jealousy from any woman. He looks so…beautiful. The sun was now hitting his skin in all the right ways, giving it an ethereal glow. What am I thinking? Cameron shook herself from her lustful thoughts. He's the least likely person I'd fall in love with, remember? Let's try to keep it that way. The only question was how long could it stay that way.

Cameron just couldn't fight the smile she had as she got dressed and put her hair into a ponytail. Chase really was amazing, in at least one way…Cameron shook her head. I need to stop doing that. I need to…just get out for a minute, Maybe that'll help. She decided that she'd get some coffee. Not from the nearest one she liked to go to, but to the Starbucks a little farther away that Chase liked. Before leaving she left a note in the kitchen for Chase, just in case he woke before he got back. It read, "Stepped out to get us some coffee. Be back in a few minutes. --Cameron"

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Cameron stepped out of her car in front of Chase's favorite Starbucks. How she knew this was his favorite, she wasn't sure. She was beginning to learn a lot of things that she was sure she didn't know. Walking inside she backed in the light, relaxing atmosphere that all Starbucks seemed to have. Dimly lit lights, warm air, soothing music…it reminds her of…

"Can I help you?" The barista's voice called out rather loudly. She had a slight southern slur to her voice. She even was a pure depiction of a southern girl like you see in movies. Fair skin, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and standing at an average five foot six inches.

"Yes, umm…two white chocolate mocha's, please." Cameron smiled and handed her a ten, just to get paying out of the way. She looked at the floor and smiled, that was Chase's favorite thing to order. Her smile melted into a frown and she smacked herself in the forehead, Why can't I stop thinking about him! Her forehead smacking prompted a strange look from the barista. "Sorry, it's been a long night and morning."

The barista smiled, "I'm sure it has been for ya."

Cameron felt like trying to start up a conversation, "So, did you just move here or something. I don't think I've seen you around here."

The barista smiled awkwardly, "I s'pose you could say so. I'm just here settlin' business is all."

"What state did you come from?"

The barista looked agitated by all of Cameron's questions, like there was a problem with her just asking about her life in general. "Tennessee."

"What part? Rural or urban?" Cameron was just being naturally polite and trying to keep her mind off of other things, but she couldn't help but notice how suddenly uncomfortable the barista, whose name tag read Melanie, became.

"I'm sorry, I'll be a bit while longer 'fore your coffee is ready." And she slipped into the back room which the door was labeled, "Employees only".

Great, a nice wait. What is up with that woman, anyway. I guess she is just new up here and all. Sounds like a rural county girl to me. Cameron sat in wait. She let her mind wander and found herself thinking about Chase again, this shouldn't be happening. After ten minutes went by Cameron was fed up with the wait. Chase is probably wondering where I am, like I got kidnapped or something. Since the store was empty, she figured that it was ok for her to leave her purse on the table for a second. What she didn't realize that the time was that that was a huge mistake.

Cameron spied over the counter and saw her coffees sitting there near the door that Melanie disappeared into. "I already paid for it, I guess it's ok to take it and go." Cameron slipped behind the counter and retrieved the coffee when she heard Melanie talking to someone behind the door.

"I think she knows somethin'. She kept askin' me questions, like she was working with Lynn." Who is Lynn? And is she talking about me? It was Melanie's voice all right. "What if we get caught?"

"We aren't going to get caught. No one knows that were here, and don't worry, we'll be out of here before Lynn even gets back. I'll tear this entire damn place up. We'll find that money and we'll get out of here without the cops after us. It's that simple. Now stop acting so suspicious." It was an unidentified male's voice, but he sounded harsh and angry and also oddly familiar.

Cameron wanted to run, call the cops, get the hell out of there but like a deer caught in headlights she couldn't move. What have I gotten myself into? The door handle turned and Cameron tried to bolt out from behind the counter, but Melanie saw her. "Umm…I was just getting my coffee, and someone at home is probably worried about me so, I'm going to go now." Cameron grabbed her purse. ""Haveanicedaybye!"

Melanie rushed in front of Cameron. "Why don't you stay here just a while longer? Your coffee is probably cold by now, lemme fix ya another."

She knows I heard something! I need to get out fast! Why can't I keep to myself? Maybe I should be more like House and hate the rest of the world, refusing all contact. "No, I really have to go. Chase is probably worried by now."

Cameron tried to step by the woman when a cold steel object pressed into her stomach, "I'm real sorry, honey. But I'm gonna have' a insist that you stay." It was a gun.

Tears welled into Cameron's eyes and her face contorted into an expression of fear. "Please, just let me go…" She pleaded.

"I'm a 'fraid I can't do that."

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Chase stretched and yawned before he sat up in bed. He looked around the room and noted that there was no sign of Cameron. Where is Cameron? He sat in silence for a moment, listening to hear if Cameron was anywhere in the apartment. Nothing, it was dead silent. Feeling a tinge of worry he collected his clothes off of the floor and dressed himself back into his black pants and white dress shirt.

"Cameron?" He poked his head in and out of rooms and he couldn't find her. He stepped into the kitchen and spotted her note on the counter. He read the note but felt that something was still amiss. It felt as if she had been long gone. He grabbed his phone and called her several times, she didn't answer once.

Maybe it was his own paranoia, but something wasn't right. Chase grabbed his keys and headed out the door. There was one of two coffee shops that she'd stop at. He figured that he'd go find her. It was a gut feeling that something wasn't right. And his gut was right, something was most definitely wrong.

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No one ever knew that there was a basement at the Starbucks Cameron was at, but she soon figured that there was. Cameron banged her fists on the door, "LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Footsteps came stomping near the door and it swung open. It was that man, but she couldn't see his face, it was covered by a shadow cast by the door frame.

"Stop screaming and beating on this door! Or I'll blow you damn head off!! Won't be screaming then will you?!" He came a few steps down the stairs towards her. "This will all be over soon. keep you mouth shut and don't try anything and you'll make it out alive." He thrusted an arm out and shoved her down the remaining stairs.

Cameron let out a small yelp and hit the floor moaning in pain. She curled herself into a ball and started to cry. What have I gotten myself into? Where is Chase? He has to know something is wrong. I need him. I'm scared, afraid. What if I never see him again? The last line struck a cord with her. It never hit her that she'd miss him this much, or need him this much. The least likely person she'd fall in love with, she is discovering, is the only person she wants to be in love with.

She heard movement in a dark corner of the dingy basement. Cameron retreated back. A voice whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Lynda, I'm Lynn's daughter." She came out of the dark corner so Cameron could see her. She had a pale, round face, blue eyes, and black hair. "What is your name?" She whispered.

Cameron was incapable of words at this point. She was silently sobbing and hyperventilating. Lynda wrapped her arms around Cameron, "I'm so sorry that you are caught in all of this. An innocent person should not be involved. I'm sorry."

Cameron stopped crying. She needed to be strong. The first thing on her newly planned agenda was to survive. "I'm Cameron. Do you know a way out of here?"

"The only way out is up. The way that you came in is the only way that you can get out." Lynda's eyes lowered. Footsteps could be heard coming to the door. Lynda automatically retreated. "Please, don't tell then that I'm here. They can't know. I've been hiding down here since I saw them pull up to my store. Please don't tell!" She pleaded.

Cameron needed and ally right now, "Ok, I won't."

It was that man again. He stomped down the stairs and backed Cameron against the wall. "Who the hell are you talking to?!"

"You…" Cameron breathed. "You're the one of the nurses in the clinic…"

He slammed her against the wall, "Who were you talking to?!"

"No one." Cameron cried.

He slipped a hand around Cameron's neck. She winced and turned her head in fear, "Now tell me…"

Silence.

He applied slight pressure, "Out with it, Dr. Cameron. How would you like Dr. Chase to find you down here, or what's left of you if he ever finds you."

How does he know about that? "I was talking to myself. Now, please, let go of me."

Above them a car could be heard pulling into the parking lot. A door slammed. The clinic nurse let go of Cameron and pulled a gun off of a holster. He carefully came up the steps with the gun. Suddenly, Cameron remember the note that she left Chase on the counter at her apartment. Did he come looking for me? No, Chase!

The figure approached the door and the gunman took aim.

Thanks so much for giving my first Chase/Cam fic a try!! I hope that all of you liked it and please review and tell me how I'm doing! I need as much input as I can get to make this story the best that it can be!!!