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The conclusion to the AMAZING RACE!

Hey, I don't know if I got the teams right. I can't remember which pairs went with which, so if I got it wrong, forgive and forget. If I can't keep track I don't expect you guys to, so thanks for bearing with me. You're the best!

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Vacation

Chapter 6

The two doctors stood in front of the store, silently daring each other to go in.

"You can go in first," Foreman practically begged.

Wilson fluttered his eyelashes politely. "Um…no, actually, you can go in first."

"Well, we both can't go in together."

"Why not?"

Foreman shot him a look. "It' would be just…weird."

Wilson nodded. "Ok. So what do we do?"

"Don't ask me!"

They stood there for another whole minute.

"You go in."

"No, be my guest!" Wilson said, pointing to the open door. They were attracting more attention just standing there than if one of them would actually go in.

"Dr. Wilson, I was the one who had to beg the sales guy at Toys 'R' Us to jump on the trampoline," Foreman whined. "Please don't make me go in there." He stuck out his bottom lip until Wilson finally gave in.

"Alright, alright! I'll do it." He entered the Victoria's Secret, mumbling over his shoulder to Foreman, "You've got problems, man." Foreman just chuckled to himself.

Wilson, whose guts were bubbling and churning with nervousness of being in a foreign store, looked back at Foreman, and continued shopping. Then, his worst fears were confirmed. A woman came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Wilson spun on his heel, clumsily knocking over a rack of camisoles.

"Can I help you?" The woman's nametag read, "Hello, my name is Ashley." She had a thick Carroll Channing-esq kind of dialect.

Wilson stuttered before answering, trying to pick up the camisoles. "Um…no, actually…just…looking." He stole a quick glance at Foreman, who was standing with his head in his hands, thumb and forefinger massaging his temples. Wilson finally grabbed a bra off a random shelf and thrust it up on the checkout counter. Ashley grabbed the lacy black brazier's tag and ran it through the laser scanner; the screen blinked $10.56. As she put it in the bag she glanced up at him, a shine in her eye.

"Present for you wife?" She asked.

Wilson winced, but nodded. "Sure." Ashley took his card and ran it through the scanner. Now that Wilson was a married man, the shine in her eye was less visible. She looked away to a different male customer as she nodded at him and said, "Have a nice day."

It was a little after six when Foreman and Wilson arrived at Ernie's Seafood World. The woman making the reservations didn't say anything to them, but when they approached her, she looked at them with a questioning expression over her horned rim glasses. That was their cue.

"Um… Hi there, ma'am," Foreman said politely. "Has anyone made a reservation under the name "Mara?"

The woman flipped a few pages in her big book of guests an questioned, "Spelling?"

Foreman took the list out. "M-A-R-A."

The woman nodded her head. "Yeah, about fifteen minutes ago."

"Shit," Wilson cursed under his breath. Someone had beaten them to it.

"They're at a table for six. Are you here to join them?"

They both nodded. Before they were escorted to the table, Wilson just had to ask one question. "What did they look like?"

The woman scrunched up her face. "I'm pretty sure it was two kids…a brunette and a blonde…he was foreign…"

Foreman sighed. "Oh…Cameron and Chase."

Wilson nodded once. When they got to the table, Cameron and Chase were both sitting on the far side of the table with smug looks on their faces and salads in front of them. Foreman and Wilson sat down in shame.

"We lost," Foreman pointed out.

"Yes, you did," Chase laughed, Cameron hit him in the arm for being an ass.

Foreman glanced up at the Australian. "Hey! Don't laugh. It's only a stupid hunt."

Chase couldn't resist. "You're only saying that because you lost."

Wilson was about to retort, but a man with a cane sat down beside him, grumbling. "We lost."

"Ya think?"

Cuddy put her hand up to stop any further arguing. "Hey, wait! Nobody's lost until we compare evidence. Then, if we all tie, whoever got here the fastest was, in fact, the winner.

"Which is us." Chase replied. Cuddy glared, and Chase shrank back.

Cuddy directed the conversation at Cameron. "Since you're teammate here seems to be so smug about your win, let's have you go first. Show us the merchandise."

Cameron shot daggers at Chase while he sheepishly got out a:

Bible with Jesus praying on it

A pair of blue boxers with little duckies on it

And

A white book with gold letters on it, along with two pictures:

One was Cameron posing next to a car that seemed to have recently been in a T-bone accident; the right side was smashed in, while a piece of cardboard covered the hole where the front window should have been. The hubcap on the right rear tire wasn't even there. Nor was the tire.

Finally, a picture of Chase jumping on a trampoline in the backyard; not the same one that Cuddy had jumped on, but the same idea. Cuddy snickered.

The other groups compared stuff, too- House's team definitely had the best 'face of Jesus' (with the fan) item, Wilson's team had the best item of the opposite sex, but Cam's team took the prize for the ghetto-ist car. Definitely.

And, to Cuddy's disgust and Chase's great joy, his group was declared the winner.

Yeah, there wasn't any real point to this chapter- I just needed to wrap up the treasure hunt. It will get more eventful, I guarantee it! There'll be mystery, romance, tequila and, as promised, Disney Land. And what kind of fic would this be without a House/Cam moment? You bet. Reviews make me happy (I'm a lonely person.)

Lots of love,

Sizz