I'm sorry its been so long, I've been away on holiday and having a lot of stuff to do. But finally here's another chapter.
"What's another break-in after so many?" Foreman muttered to himself as the door swung open in front of him. Usually though it was the house of a patient, not one of his work-mates that House told him to break into. He sighed and crept in. He really didn't like doing this, and he had no idea why he still kept doing it. Did House have that much control over him?
Foreman began his search of the house. House hadn't told him what was on the tape he was supposed to be stealing, but he could guess. Chase had obviously been wily enough to capture him and Wilson together. Again he sighed. He really did not want to be here.
The tape was in Chase's sock drawer, buried deep. Apparently, the Australian hadn't thought anyone would be crazy enough to rummage through his less than fragrant footwear. With good reason! Foreman told himself, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He slipped the tape into his pocket and turned to leave. Curiosity grabbed him though, and he couldn't resist having another look around. He had never been in Chase's house before.
Underneath the bed was a dusty old chest, the wood faded with age. Foreman drew it out and blew the dust off the top, revealing the Australian's name wood burned into it. The box was not locked.
At the top of the box were a bundle of papers, so that at first Foreman thought that the whole box was filled with them, but when he lifted them out he saw that there was something underneath them. He laid the papers aside to look at later, and lifted out the dusty object. It was an old and very dusty leather bound book. He opened it up, and saw inside the cover, the word 'Diary'. So Chase kept a diary! Curiosity was raging inside him now, and it would not be denied. Perhaps he should tell House about it. He didn't approve of what Chase had done, and it would only be fair to give House something in return. And then House will owe you one, a sneaky voice in his head told him.
Turning his attention back to the papers, Foreman discovered that that they were in a language he had never seen before. Where had Chase got these? He didn't know any other languages did he? The material they were written on was yellowed with age and much thicker than most paper. One page near the bottom of the pile was crisped around the edges and blackened with soot on its rear side. All this was very strange.
Foreman took one of the pages for House to look at, then closed the box once more and slid it back under the bed. He rose quickly, his eyes falling upon the clock at the bedside. It was late, and he had stayed for far too long. If he didn't leave now he might be caught be Chase coming back from whatever House had distracted him with.
As he walked back to his car, Foreman's head was filled with thoughts of what he had found. Another mystery for House to worry about.
An update soon I hope.