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"Chase, to my office," House said as he entered the conference room after lunch. Chase picked himself up and dredged through, Cameron watching his every step in wonder, "Your cousin is distracting you," he said taking a seat and beckoning Chase to sit as well.
"Cameron told you."
"That's all she told me. I am planning to get the rest through bribes." House said with a smirk on his face.
"I didn't tell her everything, and why are you only taking an interest now?" Chase, now sitting down holding the big tennis ball in his hands, throwing it up and down lazily asked.
"Is she a doctor like the rest of your family? Then unlike when your father came we might get a beautiful family moment so I can finally use my camera, or did she rebel and become something else?"
"No, she isn't a doctor and no she didn't rebel. She is a Vet." Chase, aggravated by House's persistent questioning, left the office with his head down and went back to his crossword book in the conference room.
"I've made progress," House informed Wilson as they met up in the clinic.
"What? On a patient or Chase's cousin?" Wilson pressed, "I thought I advised you to leave Chase alone."
"You, my friend, told me to take a finger out of his pie. He doesn't eat pies."
"Here comes your smugness again." Wilson sighed, "Look, maybe you should just leave him alone. He is going through something tough emotionally right now."
"Now I'm Interested in another matter," House said suddenly looking at Wilson, "why you, who didn't care about Chase, the man who told me to sack him, is now so caring and loving towards him." House walked over to the lifts and watched Wilson stand and stare at him as the door shut.
Chase waited for his cousin out the front of the Hospital. The cold winter wind was un-noticed by him as he stood on the bleak, grey concrete. Wilson walked up to Chase and patted him on the shoulder. "Did your Dad tell you?" He asked standing next to him.
"That he died of cancer, no, Rita told me though, and that's why he came here before he died. To see you to treat him. I figured that out myself." Chase answered, for once not with tears appearing in his eyes.
"Did she also tell you why her parents had a car crash?" Wilson asked. Chase looked at him puzzled.
"No,"
"He also came here, when your dad died, he had cancer as will. Liver. He decided to go for a drive when he shouldn't have with your auntie, he blacked out and then they collided head on with a truck."
"How do you know all this?" Chase asked puzzled, now with tears in his eyes.
"Your Uncle was grateful for what I did so we kept in touch," before Chase had a chance to respond Rita appeared.
"James! You work here? I didn't know that!" Rita said surprised.
"I think your family has some communication issues," said Wilson, walking back into the hospital.
"What the? Robert, what is he talking about?"
"Did you know why your parents' car crashed?" Chase asked.
"No Idea. Why do you ask?"
"How did you know Dr. Wilson?" Chase continued to ask.
"My Dad met him at a conference in New York."
"He didn't. He treated your Dad for cancer like my dad and then stayed in touch. He died because of complications while he was driving."
"What? He told you this?" tears appeared in Rita's eyes. She stood staring at the big glass doors of the hospital in front of her, "Wilson was right. Our family has got communication issues."
"Let's go home and get some warm," suggested Chase, again holding back tears.
When they reached Chase's apartment, the two of them sat on the couch in front of the struggling heater in silence. There was a brisk knock at the door. Chase got up to answer it and heard a whimpering sound. He opened the door, looked around and saw no one, but noticed a small box on the ground with holes in the sides with a tag. "Hope this can bring you some joy, love Cameron".
Don't know how long I'm going to make this yet but still more to come!