Thanks for all the reviews:D Makes me feel loved! In this chapter Foreman acts a little stupid...

Daphne Queen: 'Ew' is not really helpful... If there's something wrong you could say what it is. And if you don't like slash, why read it?

Psycho Llama: Glad you found this other story. :D :D

"Right guys, we have coffee and cake," Foreman said as he entered the room, a drinks tray and paper bag in his hands.

"Thanks," Chase said, looking up briefly from his conversation with Cameron. "And they're sure?" he asked her.

"No, but they said they were in his office together for quite a while and Marcy says that when she tried the door it was locked."

Chase stared at her. "During hospital hours?" he asked somewhat incredulously.

Cameron nodded. "That's what they said, but I'm not sure I believe it."

"Are we talking about Wilson here?" Foreman asked curiously.

"Yes," Chase told him.

"He's cheating on Julie?"

"Haven't you heard?" Cameron asked. "They're getting divorced."

"Oh," Foreman replied, somewhat awkwardly, "I didn't know. But don't you think it's a little early for him to be getting involved with someone else?"

"That's why I don't believe these rumours. After all, they're friends, and they could have been discussing… confidential information? Or something."

"Mmmm, yeah," Chase said sarcastically. "Right."

Cameron glared at him.

"And anyway," Chase continued, "you don't want to believe the rumours because you fancy him."

"Since when has Cameron liked Wilson?" Foreman asked. "I thought it was House who she worshipped as a sex god."

"We were talking about House," Chase explained.

"I thought you were talking about Wilson."

"We were talking about House and Wilson," Chase said patiently.

"What, they're both getting it on with this mystery woman?" Foreman asked, now very confused.

Chase rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. Cameron seemed to be trying not to laugh.

"We are talking," Chase said slowly and as calmly as he could, "about House and Wilson 'getting it on' with each other. There is no 'mystery woman'."

The shocked look Foreman gave them was priceless.

Later that night Cameron found Chase bent over his desk fiddling with something small.

"What's that?" she asked, trying to peer around him.

"Oh, nothing," Chase replied quickly, hiding the vaguely rectangular object in front of him.

Cameron gave him a suspicious look, but didn't press the point.

Chase smiled secretly to himself as she left.

He had a plan.

An evil plan.

An evil plan involving a camcorder.

Chase can be a real bastard sometimes, can't he.

Chase is a traitor... Grrr.