Hi, my name is One Two Buckle My Shoe, and this is my first story. This is about Dr. Robert Chase and the secrets that he has been keeping.

Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D in ANY way; I own only Allah-Maria, Aliah-Grace, and Zannia-Sanis and Leandra

Chapter One

"Where is Chase?" House yelled, as he limped into the conference room. Cameron and Foreman were already there and were sitting working together on a crossword puzzle, and they looked up and looked at him, confused.

"House, you ask every day, and every day I say 'I don't know where he is', and yet every day you still ask." Cameron said, a little annoyed.

House glared at her, and sunk down into one of the chairs. "It's a good thing that we don't have a patient otherwise he would be in big trouble."

Technically, the doctor in question was only five minutes late for that day's work, but then again, who knew when he would show up. Within only a few minutes of House's angry muttering to himself about how hard it is to find good help, Dr. Chase walked into the room, his whole body looking worn and thinner than usual, as it was clear to all of the other ducklings and House that Chase was very rapidly losing weight, and his hair hanging in his eyes.

"You know, Chase, you are twenty six years old, you would think that you would be able to read a watch." House scorned as Chase made his way over to the counter and started to make himself tea.

"I'm sorry," he said sadly.

Cameron and Foreman exchanged worried glances but nobody said anything as Chase finished making his tea and brought it over to the table, sitting down and cupping it in his hands as if he would die did he let it go.

"Hey, Chase, you look kind of pale, are you okay?" Cameron asked, sympathetically. She reached over and put her hand over Chase's, which he quickly pulled away.

"I'm fine," He finally looked up at them and they weren't shocked to see the bags that seemed to have found a permanent home over the past few months under his eyes.

"Chase," House said, "I think that you should go home,"

"What, you don't think that I can do my job?" Chase yelled, standing abruptly. "You sit there complaining about your leg and acting like the biggest hypocrite by saying 'say no to drugs' and then popping pills and you have the nerve to question my abilities! You're so full of it!" Angrily, Chase stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

"You are mean, he takes offence, and you are nice, he takes offence, is there any way of pleasing that kid?" House muttered.

"You should have asked if he wanted to go home." Cameron replied, sipping her coffee. "It's less In-Your-Face,"

House glared at her, "If I had wanted your expert opinion I would have asked." He shot at her scornfully. He got up and limped into his office coming back with a file in his hand. He dropped it onto the table in front of his two ducklings. "Differential diagnosis: 26 year old male, rapid weight loss, sleeplessness, and a short fuse on a naturally very long stick of dynamite."

Cameron and Foreman looked at the file and immediately recognized the name: Robert Rhys Ryan Chase. "Why are we doing this, House?" Foreman asked. "I don't care why the little jerk is upset. He's a spoiled brat,"

"That's not nice," Cameron defended, "He is very nice, and just because he is very private that doesn't mean that he isn't."

"Ah, and there is a good question, why is he so private, what is he hiding?" House interrupted.

"Who says that he's hiding anything?" Foreman said annoyed.

"Oh, please, the kid has been steadily losing weight ever since he got here and the last two months have been the worst. I want to know what is going on."

"He chews on his pens a lot,"

Foreman and House looked at Cameron as though she were insane.

"Look, when you are depressed you take anti-depressants and they make you need to gnaw on things; well, he gnaws."

"You think that Chase is depressed?" Foreman asked. He couldn't think of any reason why the rich kid would be depressed.

"I already know that he has been on anti-depressants since he was fourteen, that isn't the issue here, I don't think that that has anything to do with this."

Cameron, who had been looking through the file, gasped. "Unless he hasn't taken any in five months."

House grabbed the file, "What do you mean, five months!" he yelled looking it over. "He was on the strongest anti-depressants there are for severe depression."

"No wonder he has been so weird." Cameron sighed, "I wonder why he stopped taking them."

"That is a good question," House whispered. He just couldn't think of any good reason why Chase would stop his pills like that. He wondered vaguely if it had been something that he had said to him, before he realized that five months ago would have been when his father died. This seemed odd to him, though, as he would think that after Rowan's death Chase would need them more than ever, despite his unbelievable 'it hurts less to just not care' speech.

House picked up the phone and pressed that button that would connect him with the ICU, leaving it on speaker phone. "Hey, it's House, is Chase down there?" he asked.

"No, Dr. House, I haven't seen him since last night," the nurse said, confused.

House quickly hung up and dialed Chase's cell phone to no avail. He then took a sigh and dialed Chase's home phone number. The three listened to the phone ring three times before it was picked up.

"Hello?" It was a small, happy, little girl's voice that thoroughly confused the three and caused House to look down at the phone number again to make sure that he had the right one.

"Is Robert Chase there?" House asked, trying to sound nice when he was incredibly confused.

"No, sorry," The little girl said, "Daddy left for work a little while ago."

So there is chapter one, I know that it was very short, but the other's will hopefully be longer. I want to continue but I'm going to leave it until I get some reviews, so if you wouldn't mind, I would love some reviews it would really make my day. Thank you for reading and the next chapter should be up soon.