Chapter 3

Chase found Cameron alone in the lab. "Cameron?"

She didn't even look up from her microscope. Her face remote and chilly, Chase took a deep breath, worried about the outcome of this decision. "I'm sorry," he said.

Cameron finally glanced up. One eyebrow rose as she waited for him to continue. "I know what I did was wrong. I should have never called Stacy. I should have let you be."

She stepped closer to him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she said, "Yes, you should have. But you didn't. And if the shoe was on the other foot, House probably would have done the same thing."

Chase was floored. He opened his mouth twice to speak and then shut it. Finally, he asked, "So, does that mean you forgive me?"

Cameron smiled at him. "I forgive you."

"That only makes one of us." Cameron and Chase turned to see House at the door. "They may let you get away with that in England, but here it just pisses people off."

Chase decided to take the dig about being British. As House neared him, Chase stuck out his hand. "I am sorry. You won't have to worry about me again."

House looked down at Chase's hand. He gritted his teeth, but did gain some of his lost respect for the younger doctor. House took his hand and shook it.

Chase opened the door and left. House limped over to Cameron. He put his hands on her arms, rubbing them up and down. She smiled, and reached up to kiss him. House ended up backing her against the table. When a test tube fell from the shake of the table, he pulled his lips away from hers, but he kept his hands on her hips.

"What is it?" she asked, knowing he wanted to tell her something.

He chuckled at her intuitiveness. "We've been invited."

"Where?" she asked, dying to know.

His pretty blue eyes sparkled with mystery. "To the den of hell and all things unholy."

TBC