A/N: Okay people, here's the second part, which is mostly about Chase and his feelings for Cameron. Also he has a longer dream about her... until he is interrupted unexpectedly!

Please read and review so I can feel encouraged to post the last part, where most of the action happens! ;)

He'd been home for almost three hours and relaxation still hadn't sunk in. Chase's mind was constantly on Cameron and what had happened in the clinic. He found himself unable to judge their case and instead feeling the strange urge to drive by Cameron's apartment and have a talk with her.

He had tried to distract himself with anything that came to his mind. At first he'd made himself some tea, which he had sipped slowly in his kitchen. Then, at some point he had started reading in his medical dictionary and from that he had gone to solving medicine-related crossword puzzles. (Yes, in his mind a good doctor constantly improved his knowledge and should learn at least one new thing every day.) Afterwards, Chase had made himself another tea and now the mug with the cold liquid stood in front of him on the kitchen table and he felt strangely tense. Somehow it felt like his day wasn't over yet, like he still had somewhere to go... After another five minutes of staring at the cold black tea, Chase thought to himself: Okay, that does it. Your day is over, you've done what you could. Finally, he poured the rest of his tea into the sink, put down the mug and went into his living room, where he turned on the TV. Of course this wasn't the most intriguing entertainment he could imagine, but it would help take his mind off the case and hopefully relax him a little. Idly, he started going through he channels. Somehow, they seemed to only show stupid shows on a Thursday evening, but at some point he decided that he didn't really care and just watched a random show on pranking people. Then, after that, he watched a silly soap. And after that he even endured a whole episode of a show on zoo animals.

It was after midnight when Chase finally felt his head get heavy and his thoughts fuzzy and slightly incoherent. It was then that he turned off his TV, stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers of his bed. He felt himself drift off and then, right before he fell asleep, images of a desperate Cameron, a suffering patient and an indifferent House came back to him one last time.

In the next second, it was all gone...

He felt grass under his naked feet and a soft, pleasant breeze reached his face.

"Come on!", a bright, cheerful voice called ahead of him. Cameron's voice. "We're almost there."

She was taking him somewhere and he was excited. It was warm summer night and she was in such a good mood. All the sudden, he noticed that there were lightning bugs all around them. "Look it!", he called out to Cameron and pointed at one. She looked back for a second so that the bugs' light reflected in her big eyes and made them look like the night sky sprankled with stars. Chase's heart jumped. "Come on!", Cameron repeated and he picked up the speed of his foot steps. Chase was so fascinated by the tiny lights moving all around him that he only noticed that Cameron had stopped walking when she grabbed his wrist. Her fingers were thin and soft, but her touch was firm. "We're here", she said happily and as Chase looked up, it spread out in front of him. A pool! It was huge and the moonlight reflected upon the surface of the water. The sight was so beautiful that Chase automatically held his breath for a while. Cameron's fingers slid down to his hand and she sqeezed it a little. "Do you wanna go for a swim?", she asked and he could only nod. This is too perfect to be true, he thought. The feeling got even stronger when Cameron stepped away from him and started ridding herself of her cute yellow summer dress, revealing bare skin. Chase was so fascinated that all he could do was stand and watch, as she sat down on the edge of the pool, letting her legs slip into the water. She looked up at him with a smile and he thought his heart was going to stop. This was almost too much. "Are you just going to stand there and watch or are you gonna finally take off your clothes?" Without a moment of hesitation, Chase took of his shorts and shirt.

Meanwhile, Cameron let herself drop into the pool, went under and came back up with a smile on her face. "How's the water?", Chase asked.

„Warm!"

Chase felt his skin tingle in anticipation of pressing his own body against Cameron's with only a thin layer of water between them... This was the best thing that had ever happened to him! Excitedly, he took a step towards the edge of the pool, when...

"Wha...?!" A piercing noise was shrilling through the room and Chase groaned. For a second, he considered hiding under his pillows and waiting it out. Then he remembered that he was a doctor, which meant that he had to get up in the morning when his alarm went off. But was it even his alarm? And was it morning...?

Somehow he wasn't surprised when he sat up and found out that it was still completely dark outside. The next thing he discovered was that his cell phone was emitting the terrible noises somewhere within that darkness. Moaning, Chase crawled out from under his blanket and got up. He got a little dizzy, but kept following the sound of the cell phone, when all the sudden a pain shot through his foot. Great. Stepping on the buckle of the belt, which he had thrown onto the ground right next to his bed last night, wasn't really the most pleasant thing right after waking up. When he finally reached his cell phone and the display said: "Foreman", his mood darkened even more.

"M'what it it...?", he mumbled without the slightest bit of enthusiasm.

Foreman's voice. He didn't sound amused, either. "You need to come to the clinic right now."

"You kidding me? It's dark out. It's not even..." Chase trailed off, looking around for his watch.

"I'm serious. You need to come. House said."

"But why?!" Chase sounded almost desperate. There better be a good reason...

"Patient's gone."

Chase frowned. "What do you mean 'Patient's gone'?"

"I mean, 'Patient's gone', as in we can't find the guy!"

"Um... are we talking about the guy who was in so much pain he could barely speak one coherent sentence, let alone walk over to the bathroom without help?"

"Will you stop asking stupid questions and move your ass over here? House is pissed."

The last three words were enough to convince Chase. He hung up quickly and went to turn on the light. The brightness hurt his eyes and he felt drowsy and sleepy. But House said. So he would get to the clinic as soon as possible, no matter what time it was...

A bit later he stepped into the clinic in some random clothes that he had thrown on, still half asleep.

When the elevator doors opened on the second floor, the voices of his team collegues already welcomed him. They were arguing.

"I'm telling you, Cameron! He just took off when he realized that his plan wasn't working!"

"And what exactly is that judgement based on? Stereotypes? Childhood memories? You don't even know him!"

Chase walked over to them and cleared his throat in order to make his presence known.

"What took you so long?", barked House, who had been preoccupied with staring into the distance until Chase's arrival. Unlike Cameron and Foreman, he was sitting on the ground.

"Hey, I just woke up!", Chase answered defensively and at the same time hated how whiny he sounded.

"At least you got to sleep at all!", Foreman grumbled. "Some others, like me, were on clinic duty, you see?"

When his curiosity won over the wish to start a fight with Foreman, Chase asked: "So? What are the details? When did you discover he was missing?"

"Right before Foreman called you", Cameron responded, sounding breathless. Her face looked flushed. Maybe she'd been running?

"And you haven't found him yet?", Chase inquired.

"Obviously not, smart one!" House didn't even bother to look at him. In return, Chase decided to ignore his comment.

"Checked the roof?" Chase was reminded of a case a couple of month ago, where a teenage boy, their patient, had gone missing and they'd found him on the clinic's roof.

"Of course. First place we went." Foreman looked annoyed.

Chase let out a sigh. "Other patients' rooms?"

Cameron looked up and their eyes locked for a weird moment. It was as if he could feel her desperation by just looking into that deep blue...

"We've checked every single floor! We even went into every single stall in the bathrooms!"

"Hm..."

There was a pause. All the sudden everyone was staring at their own shoes, lost in thought.

Then Foreman spoke: "He's a junkie! I bet he's just out on the streets again! He got in here to get drugs and -"

"He had a blood clot in his leg!", Cameron interrpted, but Foreman simply ignored her.

"...then we told him that we won't give him any medication, so he left. Simple as that."

"And what if you're wrong?", Cameron argued. "What if he really is sick and in pain, maybe wandering around, completely disoriented?"
"I agree with Cameron", Chase blurted out.

Both Foreman and Cameron looked at him. He blushed a little. Then Foreman's lips curled into a sneer. "We all know there's only one reason why you would side with Cameron. And the patient has nothing to do with it."

Chase didn't know what to say. Somehow he wished he hadn't interrupted his collegues' argument.

Luckily, House ended the awkward silence, when he mumbled: "Where does a junkie go, when he's in desperate need of his substance?" He had his head cocked to the side and wasn't talking to anyone in particular. Still Foreman answered: "Where ever he can find his substance?"

"Precisely..." House was still mumbling. Then, all the sudden, he looked up at them. "Who checked the storage room on the third floor?"

Silence. Cameron and Foreman were staring at each other, as if trying to blame the other by just looking at him.

"Oh, you idiots!", House said and got up with astonishing smoothness. "Let's go!"

Chase and Cameron started running towards the elevator simultaneously, House limping after them and Foreman walking casually. It seemed like the elevator was taking longer than usually to arrive and then afterwards to reach the third floor. As soon as the doors opened, Chase and Cameron started running again. In one move, Chase yanked open the door to the storage room and stumbled through the door frame. He gasped when he noticed the man on the ground. Cameron didn't stop in time and stumbled into him. For the first time, Chase didn't really notice their bodies touching.

The man one the ground looked up at him. It was their patient. Of course it was. Open boxes and pills were scattered all over the ground. It looked almost as if a little kid had spilled tons of smarties all over the ground. Only that, strangely, many of them were plain white.

"Doctor...", the man said, reaching out for Chase with his hands. "I'm just looking for my pills. Can't seem to find the right ones... I can't... find them..."

"Did you take any of these?", Chase asked as calm as he could.

"Took... a few. Painkillers. I need them, you know? But they're not my right ones..." The man was almost whining. It was pathetic.

Chase turned around to see Foreman with a look of triumph on his face.

Cameron's expression was horrified.

And House's face... was an expressionless mask. "You told me you were clean."

A wave of hurt seemed to have hit the patient. He grimaced again, looking tortured by self-hatred.

"I was...!", he said. "I promise! When they brought me in here with the clot, I hadn't taken anything in long. But then in here... it was too tempting. I tried to get you guys to give me something, but it didn't work on you. When I realized that I couldn't fool you, I decided to just give it up and leave. Until... until she came and gave it to me. After that, I was out of control."

He raised one trembling finger, pointing at Cameron. A look of horror spread over her face, as Chase, Foreman and House turned their heads to look at her.

"You did what...?", House asked tonelessly.

Cameron closed her eyes for a moment. She seemed close to tears. Then she whispered: "I gave him some painkillers. I just couldn't stand the way he was suffering! I thought Foreman was wrong and I just wanted to help. I'm sorry."

A tense, uncomfortable silence followed her confession. Then House began to yell: "You being sorry isn't enough! You did the one thing I asked you not to do! I could fire you for this! I can't believe you, Cameron! Think of what you did! You were so worried about this man that you got him hooked on drugs again! You just decided to be a hero and act behind my back! You thought you were the only person on this team with moral values. Thought that you were better than us. But guess what, Cameron? You were wrong...!"

Then House broke off and gave the words time to really sink in. Chase was amazed at the fact that Cameron's cheeks were still dry, even though she was blinking an unnaturally frequent amount.

He wanted to hold her and gently push her face towards his comforting shoulder, but right when he had decided to stand up for her and possibly risk his job in order to protect hers, House said: "Chase, Foreman. Leave. Take the patient with you. Get those pills out of his system."

Chase, who was too used to obeying, automatically knelt down and grabbed the patient's arm. Foreman helped him pull the man to his feet and together they left the storage room. However, as they dragged the helpless man towards the bathrooms, Chase's heart was aching. He'd left Cameron in there with House. And House was pissed.