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Secret Whispers: Chapter Four Mystery
The door to the diagnostic conference room opened, creating a slight disturbance in the air. House was standing with his back to the door, his attention was mainly focused on the three main symptoms that graced the white board. They looked awfully lonely up there, House supposed that that was suppose to be good, since the patient wasn't suffering much, but it was also bad because about half the world's diseases could fit the description. House breathed in and took a lung full of the ink from the marker he used to write on the board, it had a slight nauseous scent to it, but he could understand why it was so addictive to some people. He twirled the thick marker in his hands, it didn't have the same effect as his cane, but it still got his brain going. A scuffling noise could be heard on the other side of the room as someone or some bodies pulled out the chairs so they could sit. "So." House said, finally speaking, "Differential diagnosis."
"Um... Shouldn't we wait for Chase?" Cameron for once in her lifetime, sounded uncertain. Okay, maybe more accurately today she sounded more insecure then usual.
House turned slowly and his eyebrows shot up, making his eyes bulge out and look wider, the lines on his brow deepened even more then usual. All in all he looked fairly scary, sometimes he even used it to scare off pesky little kids. "Probably hiding somewhere in his precious ICU." House grumbled to himself, "Well. Cameron page him again."
As Cameron obliged, House turned back to the board. "We'll start without him. Serves him right for not being here."
"Could be tuberculosis." Cameron piped in after a moment of silence.
House arched an eyebrow, "Does everything have to link to your beloved...what was his name...Charlie...Sebat-something or other?" but wrote it down nonetheless.
Cameron blushed such a lovely colour of pink that House decided he should put it on a shirt, "Dr Sebastian Charles is in Africa."
"Oh, so you still keep contact with him." House said, swinging his cane from side to side. It came in danger of hitting Foreman heavily in the shin.
"Of course." Cameron sniffed trying to gain some ground, "He has to fill his prescription, doesn't he?"
"Probably drops them down the drain or something. Little bugger, I admire his women hooking skills." House stage whispered to Foreman.
Foreman just rolled his eyes and looked back down at the article in some obscure medical journal. "Ahem." Cameron cleared her throat, "Chase isn't answering."
"What are they breeding these days?" House shook his head, "These new generation of wombats are so slow."
"He's not a wombat, he's a human." Cameron said, still slightly miffed at the fact House had brought up Sebastian.
"Ah, but his DNA got manipulated when he was younger. So he acts like a wombat, sleeps like a wombat, eats like a wombat, but his appearance is still human. Although..." House rested his head on his hand as if he was thinking deeply, "That would explain why he's so cute and cuddly. Of course I wouldn't want to cuddle with him, that would be just wrong, but I'm sure women with big breasts would."
Cameron stood up, "I'm going to go find him. You and Foreman can brainstorm without us for a little while."
As Cameron left, House turned to Foreman. "So." Foreman raised an eyebrow to indicate he was listening, "Did you steal all of my animal cookies again?"
Foreman snorted into his coffee, as he lifted it to take a drink, "Why would I steal them in the first place? They're filled with too much sugar, I'm surprised you don't gag on the sweetness."
"Aha." House pointed at him with an accusing finger, "You've stolen some before haven't you?"
Foreman couldn't help but roll his eyes, "No."
"Then how do you know what they taste like?" House inquired.
Foreman really didn't have an answer to that so he kept silent. The silence stretched uncomfortably as House stared or glared at Foreman, frankly he couldn't tell the difference. Then House's gaze was broken off as Cameron's laptop, which had been left sitting out in the open, indicated that a email had come through, Foreman sighed in relieve. House had that devious look on his face whenever he was going to do something very wrong. He sidled in the chair Cameron had vacated and checked her email, judging by the size of the grin on his face he had found something utterly amusing. "Hmm..." House said, "What should I write back?"
Foreman gave a disbelieving grunt, "You're going to risk bringing down upon us the wraith of Cameron?"
"Well." House turned to him, "She's more talk then bite. I'm more afraid of her whining then anything else."
"Exactly, why would you risk bringing down her whining upon us?"
House thought for a moment, "Take it as a spur of the moment thing." he turned back to the keyboard and started typing, "Dear Pookie...No, no, no that doesn't sound right hm... My Dearest Mushroom. Much better. I am afraid to tell you that I have met another that is way more cuter then your tush powdered ass-"
"You're not really putting that, are you?" Foreman asked coming over to peek over House's shoulder.
"Well why not?" House asked, "I bet she's been an unfaithful little housewife."
"They're not exactly married." Foreman pointed out.
House gave him a look that was only reserved for the densest of people, of course House used it quite often, "Not legally, but you never know. Maybe they had some weird...Las Vegas one night stand leading to a wedding thing."
"Doubtful. She would've told everybody by now."
"Mhmmmm, how long has she been gone." House asked as he typed more of the very mushy letter detailing Cameron had fallen in love with someone else and she was terribly sorry.
Foreman glanced at the clock, "About five minutes."
"Great." House said and clicked Send, "Now she'll never know, until the little bastard sends an email back telling her his heart is broken in two and whatever poetry nonsense he has up his sleeve." he quickly deleted the original message from her email account and smiled triumphantly.
"You're just mean." Foreman said lamely.
House scoffed at him, "You just had me move down a couple of levels." at Foreman's questioning look, House continued, "See I use to be a jerk, then I graduated to moronic idiot, then stupid old bastard, now you just had me moved down to just plain mean. Am I doing something wrong here?"
Foreman shook his head weakly as Cameron came in with Chase trailing in her wake. Unlike Cameron who looked fresh from a solid six hour, Chase looked tired and completely and literally dead on his feet. House had noticed ever since he had blew up at Chase that one time, Chase had taken to wearing dark colours that actually blended in with each other. House had decided that it was a part of his trying not to stand out plan, it almost worked. At least House didn't feel like his eyes were burning out anymore, however with hair like that, how could he not be noticed?
"Had sex with a beautiful co-worker again?" House jibed as he took his yo-yo from his pocket and practiced his walk the dog.
Chase just stared dumbly at him, "No." it was dragged out and slurred with that infamous Australian accent of his.
House stared at him, surprised, usually Chase would have come up with a flippant remark or give him the pathetic imitation of House's own death glare. He frowned and stared long and hard at Chase's eyes. They were a greyish-green, House was disconcerted by this, usually Chase's eyes were a bright and clear crystal blue. Chase looked away, uncomfortable, at House's scrutiny. House placed that little piece of the puzzle into the corner of his mind where he had labeled it, The Puzzle Called Chase, cheesy, but it would do. House turned, "So what do we know about this guy."
"Not much." Cameron said looking over the file, "Hey, medical history is missing."
"Really? Foreman, don't tell me. You didn't do one." House stated more then questioned.
Foreman looked annoyed, "Of course I didn't, the nurse said she already did."
"Well apparently not." House snatched the file away from Cameron, "Everybody lies. Foreman go do it."
"But I thought that was Cameron's job." Foreman complained.
"Nah, I just feel like favouring the whitey people today." House said sarcastically, "Besides, I don't want a huge essay on this guy's life."
"Why can't Chase do it then?"
Chase started to protest, but House cut in, "Because I told you to do it."
"Fine." Foreman grabbed his lab coat and strode out of the room, letting the glass door slam shut. House winced and thought it was a miracle it didn't break.
"Cameron you go do his blood work and a full tox screen for now. When we know a little bit more of him, we'll know what to do."
Cameron nodded, packed up her laptop and left. Chase fidgeted with his pen and gnawed on it, "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to..." House trailed off as Chase's pager went off.
He smiled apologetically and ran off. House sighed and sat, how was he suppose to figure Chase out if the wombat wouldn't stay in one place for more then a few minutes, especially in the same room as House? He glanced at the clock and limped off into his office next door through the greyish-white blinds, he had an episode of General Hospital to catch.