Cuddy was scrubbing the kitchen island when a whistled tune made her movements slow. House was whistling to the tune of You Can't Always Get What You Want, except it was off-key, giving it a very ominous and depressing mood. She turned to face the stairs, raising her eyes to his darkened form limping slowly beside the rail upstairs. His whistle came from the shadows. Rolling her eyes, she continued to clean; waiting for him to arrive before she said, "That's not our song."

"I know. Our song is Cuddy Got Back." He stopped in front of the mirror, trying to tie his tie. "You like me in blue, right? I have to pick up a new tux."

She chuckled. "I'm not sure about the protocol here. I've heard it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride, but I don't know if the bride can see the groom."

"We don't need to do all that, do we?"

She made a face and softly hit him. "Come on. You're so efficient!"

"How's that?"

"You're blue." She pulled on his shirt. "And you're old. Mother should definitely approve. She loves cost-efficiency."

House chuckled, but frowned as he started fighting with his tie. "Ah, I never should've stopped doing this."

"Here." Cuddy gently turned him around and started expertly working the tie. Standing in such close proximity, their eyes met and she had to force herself to focus. Not too soon, she was finished; and her hands came to rest on his chest. "That looks good."

House smiled as she finally met his eyes. "We should do our wedding the way we want," he said.

"And what is it we want?" she asked.

A rapid knock at the door broke them apart. The knock sounded a second time as Cuddy strode to the door and pulled it open, and she frowned at Chase, who looked as though he had gotten there on foot. He took a knee, looking at House over Cuddy's shoulder. "Hey," Chase panted. "Just checking."

"On what?" she asked.

Chase stood up. "On House," he said quietly. "I thought maybe he'd..." He shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

"Well, why didn't you..." She used her thumb and pinky to resemble a phone.

"I tried. But it was..." He shrugged again.

"It was what?" she prompted, and looked over at House as he joined them.

"I think he's trying to tell you I debugged my phone."

They stared into his intelligent, piercing eyes and he grinned at Chase. "Tell Rebecca nice try, and thanks for stopping in." House put a hand on the door knob, but Cuddy put a hand on his shirt, over his scars. He froze.

She turned her eyes to Chase. "Come inside, have a seat, dry off. It's good to see you."

Chase obliged, looking gratefully at her and nervously at House; who shut the door and lingered in the hallway, his left hand absently moving up to his scarred abdomen. With a barely discernible groan, he opened the closet, grabbed a towel and limped up to Chase, extending the towel to him. The movement made Chase flinch, and House sighed. "I'm not going to hit you. Not in front of Cuddy."

"Not ever," she said loudly, as Chase took the towel and began wiping down. She sighed and moved closer, raising her left hand. "Look at the ring. Nice, right?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Don't you have privacy to invade?" House grumped.

"Don't you have crimes to commit?"

"Come to think of it, yeah! Cuddy, would you give us a minute?"

Chase's expression flattened.

"What is up with you two?" she asked.

"He arranged a B&E!"

"He ransacked my apartment!"

"Because you arranged a B&E! You mind telling me what that was about?" Chase demanded. The men fell silent when they saw Cuddy. Her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her forehead.

She opened her eyes and looked at her fiance. Then she approached Chase, at whom she smiled. He raised his eyebrows.

"Will you officiate?"

Chase looked at House and spat. "I'd rather violate a DNR."

"Yeah?" House asked, stepping into his personal space. "You ever sign a DNR?"

"House, what are you mad at me for? Revenge?" Chase paused, screwing up his face. "Hmm. No, you're a big advocate of that. Checking on you? Seems like the humane thing to do. So what's your beef here?"

House stared at him, realizing he still had feelings for Stacy. Realizing he would always have feelings for Stacy.

Chase peered unblinkingly into his eyes, seeing him lose his nerve. House backed off and gave his head a subtle shake. "Do it for her. I don't care," he growled, and limped from the kitchen.

"He's such a romantic. What do you think?"

"Well, I sure don't think he's romantic. If anything, I think he's going to sabotage the wedding."

She gazed plaintively at him. "I mean about officiating the wedding. It would mean a lot to me."

He floundered for a response, finally nodding. "Okay."