Chase forgot all about the note after getting changed into a pair of scrubs, it hadn't even been on his mind for a majority of the day until he was grabbing a pen from his bag (since House decided to hide all the other pens that were in the conference room, and wouldn't let him borrow one from his office) and instead found another sticky note.

'That bastard will pay for what he did to you, gorgeous, but you did look hot when you were all worked up.'

What the hell? So, whoever was leaving these notes was someone who witnessed the events from earlier.

Though that definitely didn't narrow it down, considering nurses and doctors passed by the office all the time. Even some patients who went wandering or were being taken somewhere went by, so it didn't help Chase in his search to find out who wrote them.

He was staring at it rather intently when Cameron walked in, opening her mouth to say something but stopping when she saw Chase.

"What's that?" She asked, stepping closer to read over his shoulder.

"Someone's been leaving me notes," he told her, handing the paper over for her to read it better, "I found one in my locker earlier, this was in my bag."

He looked up and watched her squint at the writing, a frown clear on her face. It was obvious she didn't recognize the handwriting either from the sigh she let out before handing it back over to him, who just shoved it into his bag once more.

"Do you think you should tell someone about it?" Scoffing at her question, he shook his head and averted his eyes back to the table.

"It's probably just some prank. Wouldn't be surprised if it's just House trying to make me all paranoid or something, sounds like something he'd do." Cameron couldn't help but agree with him in that matter, House could be a dick and he had almost no limit to what he'd do to mess with anyone. Everyone was aware of the fact.

"Well, if you keep getting these, I think you should do something. If it is House, confront him, and if not? I'd go to the police," she handed over a folder to him, switching the subject, "you think he'll be interested?"

She always liked to run any potential cases by Chase before handing to House. He understood why. He'd been here the longest, knew House the most out of the three fellows, and if House tried to berate her for finding something so uninteresting then she could pin the blame on Chase.

Opening the folder, he examined the records, surprised when he realized that the patient was a doctor who worked here.

"He went to the clinic this morning with a sore throat and wound up going into cardiac arrest," she recited as she sat in the seat next to Chase.

"Cardiac arrest?" He questioned, looking back up to the date of birth, "He's only thirty three..." Mumbling the last part, he handed the folder back over. "He might like it, I'd say give it a shot."

Cameron nodded her head, closing the folder up and standing. She looked like she wanted to say something more, but she decided against it and stalked off to find their boss, leaving Chase alone.

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"Did you really think I'd actually take that case?" House asked Chase the next day once he walked into the conference room.

Yesterday, Chase hadn't even seen any of the others for the remainder of the day before the clock struck five, signaling the end of his shift. He honestly didn't want to go home, but he definitely didn't want to stay at the hospital. He'd began to grow a little paranoid against his better judgment, constantly feeling like someone was watching him.

When he went home that night, he'd had a voicemail, the only thing on it was breathing and then 'you looked tense today, I want to make you feel better' spoken with a scratchy, clearly manipulated voice. Chase brushed it off as House fucking with him before having a shower and heading to bed. Though he hadn't slept much, every time he fell asleep he had dreams of dingy basements and bugs crawling over him, a man standing with a sadistic smile in the corner.

"Yeah, maybe," Chase mumbled, too tired to bother with much else. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of that man from his dreams.

For a moment, House didn't say anything, just stood and stared at the younger man. What was with him lately? He never rose to the bait anymore, not like he did just weeks ago. Even showing any signs of being upset or wounded by House's words would suffice.

Determining to figure it out, House grabbed a chair and shoved it directly in front of Chase, settling down in it before staring right at the man.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked, hands on the arms of the chair, ready to push himself up in case he needed to run.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Okay, odd. Chase hadn't expected House to ask that, though maybe he should have. Still, the question angered him for some reason, sending a fire through his veins.

"Why's it matter to you?" Chase asked, rising to his feet, "I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm still doing my job. So why do you care?"

House watched the doctor take small steps towards the door, clearly ready to bolt as soon as he possibly could. What he also noticed, though, was that Chase's eyes never quite met his.

"I don't care." Now that was what Chase expected.

"Go do my clinic duty," House finally spoke after a moment, "and try and find a case, I'm starting to get bored."

With a small nod and no complaint, Chase fled the room and made his way down to the clinic.

House watched him go, eyeing him until the young doctor was out of sight. Something was definitely off, and House was determined to find out just what that was.