House left early with blessings from Cuddy. With a set of Chase's keys in his hand he went to the younger doctor's apartment.

House knew Chase wouldn't be home for awhile and took the opportunity to snoop.

The bed looked pristine, like it hadn't been used in weeks. There was actually dust covering the pillows.

He next looked in the kitchen. The fridge was empty, except for a box of baking soda. The freezer was filled though. Bottles of vodka and gin were all crammed in there.

The counter top had bottles of pills lined up, all empty. Looking through the labels and the dates, he realized what was happening.

The door unlocking stopped House from taking any action. Realizing the confrontation that was about to take place, House took a deep breath as the door opened.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Chase walked passed him into the kitchen.

"We're worried about you. You're freaking out the staff."

"Sucks for them, doesn't it?"

"Chase." House called again as Chase took out a plastic cup and opened the freezer. "That isn't going to solve anything." He pointed to the bottle Chase had taken out.

"I didn't ask for any help." Chase opened the bottle of gin.

House couldn't stand it. Using his cane, he knocked the bottle out of Chase's hand and it crashed on to the floor.

Both men started at each other. Chase looked away first, heading back to the freezer.

House moved to stand in front of the fridge. "Chase stop." He ordered.

"Like hell I will. Get out of my way cripple." Chase moved to push House of the way. Expecting the move, House let go of his cane and wrapped his arms around Chase, engulfing him in a bear hug. "Let me go." Chase screamed and tried to break the hold.

House continued to hold on, using all his weight to help contain the storm. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." House whispered in his ear.

After 20 minutes Chase's body went limp. House pulled Chase's arm over his shoulder and led the boneless body to the bedroom. A slight push and Chase fell face first on to the bed.

House sat down on the bed next to Chase. He bent over to remove the young man's shoes.

House had an idea as to where this was going to end up. Chase had fallen and fallen hard. There was no one to help him but House. And Greg knew that if this was his son, he'd want someone to help him.

Getting up, House slowly made his way back into the kitchen to get his cane and to started cleaning up. Making a decision he pulled out his cell phone.

"How is he?" Wilson answered after the first ring.

"Passed out in his room."

"How bad?"

"Bad if I had to guess. Nothing but alcohol in his freezer and empty pill bottles on the counter."

"Apples and trees you know. What me to pick food up?"

"Yeah, that would help."

"I told Cuddy I'd check in with her after I heard from you."

"Send my love." And House hung up. First things first. House thought. After cleaning up the mess on the floor he started to empty out the bottles in the freezer.

He was a quarter of the way through the kitchen when his phone vibrated. "House." He answered.

"I'm here." The familiar voice of Wilson came through.

House hung up and opened the door. The two of them worked in silence, cleaning and restocking Chase's fridge.

The screams from the next room had the two of them running down the hall. Standing outside the door Wilson looked at House before heading back to the kitchen. This was House's mess and Wilson didn't feel like being hit.

"Chase, wake up." House moved over to the bed.

Still Chase continued to thrash around the bed, screaming and crying. "Let me go. Stop. Stop. Don't." He cried out in a thick Australian accent.

"Come on Chase. It's just a nightmare." House knew that wasn't the case. It just seemed like the right thing to say.

"Let me go." He cried before bolting up and starting to gag.

"Chase." House quickly grabbed the waste basket and held it under Chase's head. He wasn't surprised that nothing came up. Once Chase's breathing was under control, House put a hand on his back.

Chase flinched and looked at the man. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help."

"Don't need your help." Chase got off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

House followed him and watched as he splashed water on his face.

Chase looked up to see House standing in the doorway. "You want to hold it for me?" Chase asked as he started to unzip his fly.

"You're 27. Do you really want me to?" House shot back.

Chase's answer was to close the door in his face. House moved back a little and waited. A few minutes later Chase opened the door and brushed passed House, heading into the kitchen.

"The happy juice is all gone." House commented as Chase went to the freezer.

Slowly Chase turned around and went to his bag that he left by the door. Opening it up, he took out a paper bag.

"Give me that Chase." Wilson appeared in front of him before House could get there. Chase ignored him, putting a pill in his mouth, opening the bottle and taking a drink. House didn't know who was more shocked, him or Chase, when Wilson's hand shot out and grabbed the bottled out of Chase's grasp.

But Chase had already taken a drink and washed down what ever pills he had put in his mouth.

"Damn it Chase." House cursed.

"Not your problem. Now please leave. Take your boy toy with you." Chase motioned to Wilson.

"Chase, Robert, enough."

"Don't you dare call me that! Its Chase or Dr. Chase to you!" He pointed a finger at House.

"Fine, Dr. Chase. Sit your ass down at the table." House ordered.

Chase didn't move. "Who the hell died and made you boss?"

Wilson slowly backed out of the room and started to put the sandwiches out on the table that he picked up at the store.

"Your father actually. If he was here, he'd order you to do the same thing. Now get to that table. You will eat and be civilized. And then you and I are going to talk."

"Sir, yes sir." Chase mock saluted and made his way into the dining area.

Wilson and House made small talk, commenting on one patient or another while they ate. Chase sat silently totaling ignoring everything around him. "Eat." House ordered putting a turkey sandwich on his plate.

Chase looked up. "Not hungry." He mumbled.

"You just took pills and washed them down with alcohol. You need something in your stomach or you'll pass out." Wilson commented.

"Actually the effect I was looking for." Chase commented as he closed his eyes.

"Chase?" Wilson called getting up to take his pulse and catch him as he slumped over. "Pulse slow and steady." Wilson threw Chase over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom.

House rubbed his hands over his face, before standing up and heading back to the bedroom.

Wilson was sitting on the bed. "Help me get him out of these clothes." They worked in silence for a bit. "He can't continue like this." Wilson commented.

"I know."

"He's addicted."

"I know."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know."