Story Title: Touch of Destiny
Chapter 26: Brief Encounters
Chapter summery: House meets another member of the Cameron clan and life continues on as normal for the doctors of the PPTH.
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Disclaimer: Not mine, unless you don't recognize a character. Then it is mine, and you shouldn't take it. Such as….Dotty Myers, Kate Johnston, and Mark Fredrick are all mine.
AN: this chapter is the day after the pictures arrived which was three days after Kaeyla left. So…yeah. Enjoy reading.
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"Foreman! Nice to see you!" House bellowed as he walked into the diagnostics department the next morning, a manila folder in his hand.
Foreman glanced up and nodded his greetings to his boss and turned back to his reading.
"Where are my other two little ducklings? They can't have already been to the lush pond that is my department and departed for the smelly swamp that is the clinic?"
"Haven't seen either of them yet." Forman said slowly, flipping a page in his journal. His tone turned conspiratorial. "I know! Maybe they slept together last night."
"Hmm, maybe they did!" House started to get animated before he happened to see the smug look on Foreman's face. "You got me all excited for nothing. Why I ought-a…." He let the end of his threat fade and shook his fist portentously at the black neurologist.
Foreman chuckled. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist. Do we have a case?"
He gave a half wince as he looked up towards the top of the wall. "Not yet, but Cuddy's going to present one in five…four…three…two…"
"House!"
"…one. Yes, mistress Cuddy?" House turned around and gave the dean of medicine an innocent look. "Whatever it was, I didn't do it."
"I have a case for you from…"
"Allison. Take it back to her." He walked into his office, Cuddy on his heels.
"I was going to say immunology. How did you…"
"I live with her, remember?"
"But how did you know that I'd…"
"My girlfriend is very smart. Give the case back to her. If she needs me, she'll come and talk to me and mine."
"Her staff aren't equipped to deal with a diagnostics case, House."
"But she is. And she can handle it, even if her interns are idiots. Give it back to her."
"House, just look at the file."
He snatched the file and gave it a cursory once-over. Glaring at Cuddy over the top of the folder, he slammed it shut and thrust it back at her. "Give her back the damn case! I'm not taking my girlfriend's case when just looking at the symptoms would make it a great case for her and her interns to do on their own. She can teach her own little ducklings how to do a diagnosis when the case isn't a cookie cutter disease."
"House…"
"She can do it, Cuddy! Now, leave my office. When you have a case that isn't a referral from a very competent doctor, then you can come back. I'll be in here."
"Playing game boy, I'm assuming. Clinic, now."
"Filing, actually." He motioned to his desk, which at the current moment was covered with scattered files and papers. "I'm going to do my filing."
Her jaw dropped. "You are doing filing?"
"Is that really so surprising?"
She scoffed. "Well, yeah. You doing filing is like…" Her mind grappled for a proper metaphor. "…hell freezing over."
"I thought it felt a bit drafty." House mused sarcastically. "Brrr. Better turn up the thermostat, the twins look cold." He smirked when she crossed her arms over her chest and stormed out of the department.
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Allison was diligently working on her most recent paperwork when a file was dropped onto her desk. She looked up from her work to see Cuddy standing in front of her desk with an apologetic look. The immunologist removed her reading glasses and tilted her head slightly. "Yes?"
"House refused it. He said something about you having the ability to diagnose this guy with no problem." The dean had a somewhat sheepish look on her face. "I'm sorry for doubting you. You have your patient back."
"Thank-you." She said softly, taking the folder in hand and scanning the contents. "I appreciate the show of faith."
"You're welcome. And I do remember the time that House left you in charge while he went off on a small vacation. You did very well."
Allison smiled and looked up again. "That was a hard case. I still can't believe that I actually solved it without Greg there."
"I can. You are intelligent and you worked with the infamous Gregory House for three years. Some of his detective skills were bound to rub off on you as well."
She smirked. "Oh, they have." She closed the file and tossed it onto the corner of her desk. "I already know what the patient has."
"You do?" Cuddy seemed surprised. "That was fast."
Allison gave a small shrug, though a hint of a smirk graced her features. "I knew what it was the before you took the patient from me. I want my interns to figure this out."
"What does he have?"
With another smirk, Allison showed the dean a sealed envelope. "I wrote my diagnosis on a piece of paper and put it in here." She set it down on top of the file and leaned back in her chair. "I know I'm right and when my interns find out, then I'll let you know."
"Huh." Cuddy smiled at the younger doctor and moved to leave. "I'll leave you to educate your interns then."
"Thank you." There was a slight hint of amusement in her reply and after Cuddy was gone, she stood up and moved towards the Immunology conference room where her four interns- Rick Standish, Sarah Crazy Boy-Donovan, Mark Daniels, and Clint Jurado AKA CJ- were currently lounging around laughing and joking.
All that amusement ended when they saw their boss standing at the door with a file in her hand.
"Hey, boss, we got a new patient?" The most obnoxious one, Rick Standish, called out from his seat at the table, his feet carelessly crossed and planted onto the edge of the table.
"A returned patient." She replied. "Feet of the table, Standish."
"Aww." He groaned, moving his feet slowly off their resting place, unconsciously tossing his blond hair that annoyingly reminded her of Chase.
"We have a returned patient?" Her only female intern, Sarah Crazy Boy-Donovan, asked quietly. The young Native American woman possessed a sweet composure and Allison secretly and fervently wished that she never lost it. She handed the file to the young doctor and resumed talking.
"Yes, Donovan. Dr. Cuddy has returned our mysterious illness patient back to us." She moved to their rarely used white board and stuck the envelope onto the board via magnet. "Differential diagnosis."
"You want me to read off the symptoms then?" Donovan questioned uncertainly, glancing up from the file.
"That would be a start, yes. You can't do a differential without the symptoms." She said, not unkindly.
"Okay." The young female doctor started to read off the symptoms in her quiet voice. "He had a panic attack while we were trying to get his blood…other than that, I'm not sure what you're trying…"
"The original symptoms. The one's he came in with. Read those."
"Um, okay." Some more shuffling of paper before she spoke again. "Presented with a rash, dizziness, a cough, and no coordination."
"How do those relate to anything?" Standish snorted. "This is bogus."
Let the learning commence.
A half smile quirked up one side of her mouth and she chuckled inwardly. "Differential diagnosis, team."
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A half an hour later, they were still at trying to give their boss a diagnosis that satisfied her.
"Lupus." Standish tossed out carelessly, his feet back on the table.
"It's never lupus." Allison muttered, not bothering to write it down. "You're all thinking like immunologists." She finally told them, frustrated, running her hands through her hair.
"Um, hello boss? We are immunologists." Standish shot back.
Her smile was not a friendly one as she turned to address him. "Feet off, or I'll have them surgically removed. Dr. House will have no qualms about assisting in doing that."
In a more friendly tone, she continued, addressing the whole room instead of just Standish. "You need to start thinking outside the autoimmune box. What could it be that isn't immuneo based?"
"Meaning, what isn't a disease that we as immunologists will normally deal with?"
"Exactly, though you could have worded that sentence better, Standish. Try asking what other fields we could be looking into. Or, better yet, try giving some suggestions of various conditions that match our symptoms."
"How about TB?" Daniels asked, his deep voice breaking through Standish and his protests.
"Doesn't match the symptoms."
"I'm hungry." CJ announced randomly. "Can't we just give him broad spectrum antibiotics?"
"Any basis behind that suggestion other than the fact that you're hungry?"
He shrugged. "You're telling us to get away from autoimmune and to focused more on choosing something bacterial, neurological, or infectious. I'm leaning more towards infectious. If we treat him now with broad spectrum, we can catch it before it attacks the rest of his body."
Allison smiled at him. "Head of the class. Go and start him on broad spec. Return when that fails and we'll continue."
That froze her four interns and they turned back towards her. "If it'll fail, why are we doing this?" CJ asked hesitantly.
"Just because she says it's going to fail doesn't mean it will."
They all turned back towards the door and their eyes widened when they saw Greg House standing in the doorway.
"Allow me to elaborate, if I may." He barreled on without waiting for permission. "She is testing you."
"No, she's testing the patient." Standish said flippantly.
"Dumb ass, he means she's seeing how much we actually know." CJ shot Standish a 'you're an idiot' look. House grinned at the sight of it.
"A plus. You win the brownie points for the first elaboration. Second elaboration is simply this. She might actually be wrong about her diagnosis and the patient will heal with the broad spec."
"But wouldn't that mean that Dr. Cuddy was wrong to return our patient to us?" Donavan asked quietly.
"Not necessarily." Daniels put in his two cents worth. "Obviously, Dr. Cuddy decided that we could handle this."
"Meaning that we're not idiots?" Standish butted in.
"No, you're still an idiot." House answered his rhetorical question gleefully. "Now go and obey your boss before I fire you."
"With all due respect, Dr. House, you can't fire us."
"Au contraire, Standoff." House smirked menacingly. "While I cannot directly fire you, I am very close to the one who can. So fear me."
"Greg, leave the poor man alone." Allison finally cut in with a hidden smile. "You all go now, and let us talk." She motioned to her interns who quickly scuttled out of the room.
House watched them leave before turning back to his girlfriend. "Are you sure that that's safe?"
"They aren't going to kill my patient." She said with assurance. "I know you can't trust anyone, but I do trust my interns. All they're doing is starting him on broad spec."
"But you know that broad spec won't do anything."
The grin she shot him was full of smugness and mischievousness and he found himself grinning back.
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It was about mid-afternoon when the team finally gave up on what ailed the patient. The broad spec had appeared to clear up the symptoms, but some new ones popped up and matched nothing of what they had discussed before.
"I still say it's something environmental." Donavan said.
"If it were, it would have stopped." Daniels disagreed. "It's an infection."
"Would have cleared by now." CJ yawned. "It's Munchausen's." He said distractedly.
Standish threw him a pointed look. "And how do you figure that?"
"Simple." He held out a vial of dautuelon and a syringe. "He's been doping himself."
"And how did he get a hold of that?" Standish snapped.
"Found this one in his bag. However, I might have inconspicuously set out a vial of dautuelon where he could see it. The side effects of that particular medication match the new symptoms perfectly. Munchausen's."
In frustration, Standish ripped open the envelope and read it to himself, the other three waiting eagerly for what the paper said.
"'The patient has Munchausen's Syndrome.'" He finally read out loud, his tone aghast. "'Discharge him to fifth floor psych ward.'"
All four of the immunology interns stared at the small scrap of paper that they had uncovered from inside the envelope Allison had stuck to the diagnostics board.
"I would have never guessed before all the tests we did." Donavan said quietly. "How did she know so soon?"
"She worked for Dr. House." Daniels shrugged. "The man is a legend."
"And a bastard." CJ grinned.
"That as well." Daniels admitted with a return grin.
"I can't believe she out diagnosed me!" Standish burst out angrily, crushing the paper in his fist.
"Give it up, Standish." CJ rolled his eyes. "Dr. Cameron has been a doctor longer than you have and she worked for House."
"Doesn't matter. It's not fair."
"Life isn't fair." Both Allison and House stood at the door. She fixed Standish with a stern look. "And if you have a problem with being an idiot, you can take it up with Dr. Cuddy. She'll just tell you to get over it and to do your job."
"And you're an idiot, so it shouldn't be a surprise that you didn't get the diagnosis." House chimed unhelpfully from her side.
Standish just huffed and marched out of the door without another word. The other three silently filed out to transfer their patient to psych.
House grinned at Allison who moved to erase the white board. "There seems to be a growing trend with you and patient's who are faking their illnesses."
"Maybe he just wanted to meet me. He kept telling me how cute I was." She rolled her eyes, annoyed. "I'm not five. I passed the cute stage about 20-odd years ago."
"You're still cute." House smirked when she glared at him. "Especially when you're all angry and pissy. It's quite endearing, actually."
"Maybe I'll just be angry all the time, if you find it so endearing."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear softly. "But I much prefer you all sunshine and puppies, because you bring that small bit of light into my otherwise dark world."
Allison nearly melted when he said that. He wasn't normally this romantic sounding and she decided that she liked this rare side of him. She almost said as much when a thought passed through her mind and she refrained, not wanting to cause him to withdraw from her.
"And now, oh ray of sunlight, I must leave you and enter the dark hell of the clinic before Cuddy turns me into a stone statue of myself. And that would be tragic."
"Yes it would." She grinned and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go, have fun in the clinic. If you need me, page me. But, so help me Greg, if you page me and it's not an emergency, you won't be 'getting any' for a week."
He looked properly frightened and held up his left hand. "Scouts honor that I will only page you if it is absolutely necessary."
"Wrong hand." She sounded amused and pushed him lightly out the door. "Go. I'll see you after work."
"Slave driver." He yelled after her, his cane waving in the air semi-menacingly.
"Damn straight." She yelled back, a grin gracing her gentle face.
House smirked as he stalked into the clinic. If he had known of the horrors that awaited him, he wouldn't have even considered entering.
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"You do not have cancer!" House insisted loudly to a girl who was panicking over a small bump on her chest. "It's a zit. Pop it and 'bam!' No more bump. Next!" He yelled the last part as he walked out of door.
He groaned when he saw another pimply teenage kid make his way towards the doctor. "It's zit. Go away."
"That's not why I'm here, doc." The kid said quietly. "I think I have…"
"Wait!" House held up a hand. "Are you sure you want to do this in the hall? I mean, I have no problem with it, but you might care."
"Oh. Right."
House rolled his eyes and ushered the kid into exam room one. Once they were both seated, House continued. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"
"I think I might have breast cancer. I know its rare in guys, but…"
House closed his eyes and prayed for five o'clock to hurry up and get here now.
4 cancer freak outs, three not-meningitis kids, 5 'skipping school' teens, 1 girl who actually had something wrong with her, and 3 vicodin later, House found himself joyously clocking out at 5:15.
"Where is the hallelujah chorus?" House grumbled as he clocked out. "Dr. House signing out at 5:30."
"It's 5:15, Dr. House." Brenda said without looking up from her paper. "I'm smarter than you think I am."
"That you are, m'dear. That you are." He snatched a handful of suckers from the jar and sauntered down the hall.
"I saw that!" Brenda's voice followed him into the elevator and he smirked, unwrapping a sucker and popping it into his mouth. He was soon in-route towards a certain immunologist's administrative center.
"Where oh where has my All-i-son gone, oh where oh where can she beeeeeee!" House was singing in a horridly off-key voice as he sauntered into Allison's office. The hour he had spent in the clinic was an hour he wanted to forget. "Oh, there she…isn't. Who are you?" He asked to the stranger twirling in the middle of the floor in the swivel chair that normally resided behind the desk.
The man being questioned halted his twirling and faced the door, an impish grin lighting up his boyish features. "You must be Gregory House."
House stared at the man with an expression that resembled a squirrel that was frozen in shock. It took a moment no sound leaving his gaping mouth before he was able to speak. "You look like my girlfriend, only with a goatee. Unless you are my girlfriend, and you just haven't been telling me some very important details about yourself."
The man laughed and held out his hand. "I'm Allyn, her twin brother."
"Ah ha. Allie, Allyn. Cute." House said dryly, shaking the offered hand firmly.
"My mom thought so." A new voice entered the conversation. House turned to see Allison standing behind him. "Allyn, it's about time you got your ass down here!"
"Hey Bear." The strange man stood up just in time to find himself with an armful of Allison who proceeded to hug the stuffing out of her twin brother.
"You said you were going to be here sooner." She said accusingly.
He smiled apologetically and plopped back into the seat, giving it another twirl. "Work and all. Couldn't get away and sadly enough, can't stay long. I have to leave in like an hour."
"Bull shit." She shot back, pinching his side lightly. "You can get away whenever and stay as long as you wish."
"Okay, fine. I have to go see Mom and Dad before I leave for Alaska."
"I can accept that even though I hate you for all those trips you get to take." She grinned. "Now, get your ass out of my chair." She promptly sat in the now vacated chair and Allyn settled himself on the edge of her desk, his legs swinging carelessly.
"Why wasn't I informed of this visit?" House asked, slightly confused at the seemingly sudden appearance of Allison's brother.
"I didn't tell you?" Allison's eyes grew wide and she started to panic. "Oh, god, Greg. I thought I told you! I'm sorry, I didn't realize…"
"Shhh." He hushed her with a finger on her lips. "It's okay. I forgive you. Calm down. It's not the end of the world as we know it."
"You didn't tell him, Al? Sheesh, I feel loved here."
"Shut it, drama queen. You were supposed to come and visit like three months ago!"
"Like, OMG! You just, like, told me to, like, you know….shut up!" He squealed mockingly, his pose one that was all too convincing.
"Allyn! And you wonder why you're still single…" Allison clapped a hand over her eyes and groaned. "I am so sorry you had to witness that, Greg." She muttered.
"No, no it's fine." He was grinning as if he had figured out another piece to the puzzle that was Allison Cameron. "It's nice to know that your twin is about as weird as weird can get. I'm guessing you were the normal one of the family."
Much to his surprise, Allyn burst out laughing, bringing a glare from his sister who in turn addressed House. "Me, normal? The most normal one in my family is Dad. And when he gets to know you…" Her voice trailed off.
"He's the least normal when he knows you well enough and you get past that macho army crap." Allyn finished with a chuckle. "Boy, do you have a lot to learn about my family…and my sister."
"Yeah about that. Care to share stories?"
"Gee, I'd love to, but I just gotta run. Nice to see you Al." He hopped off the desk and moved towards the door.
"Now wait just a minute!" Allison stood and planted her fists on her hips, her eyes shooting daggers at her brother. "You owe me dinner since you can't stay long."
"But Aaaaaaal." He dragged out her name in a whine. "I'm broke! Besides, I'm going to be back for Christmas!"
"Broke my ass. How much is Alaska Airlines paying you again?"
He mumbled out a number and House very nearly gasped in shock. "Is that an hour?"
"Yes."
"You get paid a hundred dollars an hour to do what?"
"Living statue."
House's blank look drew laughs from the twins. "I'll explain later, when Squid has more time, meaning not today." Allison told him, picking up her purse. "I'm going to have dinner with my brother, do you want to come?" Her words made it a suggestion he could refuse, but her eyes were pleading with him to join them and to meet her brother. He felt horrible for what he was about so say.
"Maybe another time, Allie." He even sounded sad and she picked up on that.
"Cuddy gave you lots of paper work, didn't she?" She asked sympathetically.
He nodded sullenly. "Threatened me with a lifetime of clinic duty and being banned from the immunology wing for a week."
"That was low."
"Well, she's learned how to deal with you."
"I'd rather you deal with me." He said lowly, a leering smirk on his face.
"I'd rather deal with you." She said with an answering grin. Kissing him lightly, she turned and skipped out the door. "You're paying, Squid!"
Her brother's groan was followed by running footsteps from the artist and an undignified squeal from the immunologist as she ran from her twin.
House just smirked and moved towards his office at a pace more suited to his cane and leg.
Siblings.
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Allison loved it when he would play piano for her. It relaxed and soothed her as she was given an opportunity to see deeper into the man she was living with.
"I seem to be meeting a lot of your family recently." He said suddenly, his fingers halting in their movement across the ivory keys.
"No, you already knew my mom. And you invited her. Allyn was supposed to visit ages ago but never found the time."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really. He was supposed to come after that whole fiasco with Joe but he got tied up with his work in Seattle." She admitted before adding smugly. "Ergo, you've only met one of my family members recently."
He stuck his tongue out at her and resumed his playing.
She smiled softly and resumed reading her book, only halfway paying attention to the words. She was more focused on the notes coming out of the piano. She winced when he played a wrong note and he cursed softly and tried again. When he continued to make simple and random errors in his playing, Allison realized what was going on though she stayed seated.
He moved on to the next song but had barely played a couple of measures before he stopped again, this time hanging his head slightly, as if defeated, his right hand drifting down to his mangled thigh to massage it. The barest hint of a sigh escaped his lips and she took it as a sign to stand and move behind him. Resting her arms lightly on his shoulders, she bent down and kissed his cheek.
"It's worse tonight, isn't it?"
He sighed again and continued his rubbing, a pained expression on his face. "Yeah." He admitted quietly, his left hand forming a fist that he rested on his left knee before he loosened it and grasped her hand tightly.
"C'mon." She tugged on his hand gently. "Have a seat. Why don't you take a vicodin and I'll massage your leg for you."
He sat, but shook his head when she handed him the orange vial. She gave him a confused look and he sighed, wincing when another pain shot up his leg and through his entire right side of the body. "I'm trying to cut back." He muttered finally, not meeting her eyes for fear of seeing…pity, remorse, anything really.
She was careful to keep her tone at a neutral level and sat down next to him, placing her hands on the mangled flesh. "Good for you."
"What? No pep talk about detoxing? No speech on how it's about fucking time?" He asked a bit bitterly.
"No, I'll leave that for Wilson." She quipped lightly, bringing a brief smile to his face.
"You do that. He's better at the self-righteousness anyway. You can just keep doing what you're doing."
"Massaging your leg?"
"Well, that among other things."
"Like…?"
A slightly embarrassed look crossed his face and he looked away. "Loving me." He admitted finally.
A soft smile graced her already beautiful features and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "That's a given, Greg."
"I love you, Allie." He whispered hoarsely, his eyes closing as her hands worked the pain from the muscle. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"You did nothing." She said firmly, lovingly. "You were you."
And with that said, she leaned over again and touched his lips with hers.
He quickly deepened it and one hand found itself drifting up and finally came to a rest on the small of her back. The other hand smoothed the tendrils of hair that tickled his cheek back and tangled his fingers in her soft hair. It wasn't long before the tender and loving kisses became frantic and passionate, hinting at the longings and desires of the other. They each resisted at first, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, but the heat soon became too much and a quick journey to the bedroom later the only sounds heard were the heavy breathing and occasional moans or groans of pleasure.
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October and November had passed by rapidly in a swirl of overloaded workloads, silly arguments, and plenty of loving. He had used her opinion on many a case which was surprisingly enough helping Kate learn more than House thought she ever would. She was still an idiot in his opinion, but he reluctantly admitted that she was doing well for someone fresh out of med-school. He had also let up some on his tormenting of the young doctor due to his wanting to avoid the clinic. Mark was a good doctor, and he so far had been immune to the 'House bug' that Foreman had seemed to have for a while.
Cameron awoke one morning early December with the realization that House was not in the bed beside her. She frowned slightly until she heard movement in the kitchen. With a sleepy grin, she flopped her head back down onto the pillow and allowed her thoughts to take her back into her mind.
She thought about how all this came to pass. Living with Greg, loving him, having him love her back…it hadn't happened over night, and it might not have happened at all if certain events hadn't happened.
If not for Chase and his obsession with her, she would have never gotten shot. A great thought, not being shot, but if it hadn't happened, then they never would have happened. It was only after she was shot that House started to realize his true feelings for her.
And if not for Chase's continued obsession, Greg probably wouldn't have ever made that first step towards a relationship: admitting the feelings he had towards her.
With every mishap, freak-out, and each bout of insecurity, they had only managed to grow closer in the end.
Through each problem, they had managed to work through it, despite their combined stubbornness, though the same stubbornness had also kept them together.
They as close as any serious dating relationship could take them. There were some people who wondered if they hadn't gone and gotten themselves hitched while no one was looking.
But Allison felt that something was missing.
He wasn't as insecure about them, and that was good.
He was more adept to admit how he felt about her to her.
To anyone, really, and that was even better.
He had yet to meet her family other than her parents. But they were the easy ones to meet. She couldn't wait until he met her brothers. Especially Allyn. That would be a show to sell tickets to.
But that still wasn't what was missing.
And try as she might, she just couldn't put her finger on the problem.
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AN: So, House meets Allyn, if only for a brief moment. Don't worry, more of Allyn to come!
And…here are Allison's interns. Don't worry, you won't see too much of them...unless you want to. I already have enough new characters as it is and I don't want to overload ya'll…or myself.
Rick Standish- Chase look-alike, though he's from the Bronx so he speaks with a Bronx accent.
Sarah Crazy Boy-Donovan- Native American woman from Montana who is gentle in manor and speech. Uses Donovan instead of the whole last name due to the length.
Mark Daniels- Black man from Boston. Deep voice, very level headed and your calm-in-the-storm person that you turn to in a crisis.
Clint Jurado- Brown haired white man from Denver who goes by CJ. Think JD from Scrubs and you got his basic appearance. (Probably didn't get the personality, but I don't watch Scrubs on a regular basis. I tried.)