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Shadowed Guilt: Chapter Eleven Invitation
Chase found himself standing in front of Cuddy's desk the very next day, House was seated in a chair immediately right of him and both doctors were staring at him. It was very nerve wrecking, Chase tucked his hands behind his back and fidgeted with a loose thread dangling from the sleeve of his lab coat. His head was bowed and he was chewing his lip nervously, Cuddy placed her hands on a file folder and flipped it open, "Are you claiming everything is the truth? Nothing has been left out or substituted with another scenario?"
"No, Dr Cuddy." Chase said quietly, a mere hair from a whisper, "Everything is as it's stated in the report."
"Dr House." Cuddy shot House a quick glare, "Seems to believe differently. Can you tell us why?"
"Perhaps it's his over reactive imagination at work." Chase suggested, shifting uncomfortably.
"Dr House, care for a rebuttal?" Cuddy asked leaning back to watch the drama unfold.
House stood up slowly, popping a white pill, he moved slowly to Chase's side. Seizing Chase's chin, he forced Chase to look at him straight in the eyes, "I'll tell you why." House's tone sounded fierce and his eyes were burning, "I distinctively saw finger shaped bruises starting to form on his wrists when I tended to him yesterday."
Chase backed off until he nearly hit the wood and glass wall, rubbing unconsciously at his wrists, he replied, "They weren't from Cartier."
"Then who were they from?" House asked, "Another patient?"
Sensing a trap, Chase tried not to fall into it, "Why do you care?"
"Despite what you think, I'm not the cold hearted bastard everyone thinks I am. Wouldn't you care if one of your subordinates nearly got raped?" House asked poking the cane at Chase.
"I didn't nearly get raped nor was I raped." Chase said gesturing widely, "They were from a patient."
"Yeah, Cartier." House stepped closer, "We can match his hand size to your bruises you know."
Nearly nose to nose, Chase had nowhere to escape, "Well I assure you, I will not consent to such testing."
"Because what I'm saying is true." House's voice rose in volume, "You're just afraid to face it."
Chase managed to wiggle out from under House's nose, "You're wrong and this interview slash interrogation or whatever the hell you want to call it is over." he stalked out of the room.
Cuddy turned to face a very angry House, "Well he denies it."
"Haven't you been listening?" House was nearly yelling, "He doesn't want to face the music."
Cuddy calmly got up from her chair, "That sounds like somebody we all know."
House stared disbelievingly at her, "But...I'm different."
"How so?" Cuddy challenged, grabbing a file folder, "Just because you're a miserable cripple with a vicodin addiction, it doesn't mean you're different from Chase."
"Of course I am." House said with dignity, "I'm not the one with a screwed up life style."
She raised an eyebrow, "Yeah right."
"Okay. Not that screwed up of a life style." House held out his arms like he was asking patience from a nonexistent god.
"And why do you think that he leads a screwed up life style as you put it." Cuddy asked, filing the folder away.
"Well." House sat down, his voice defeated, "It's just a feeling."
"Really? What kind of feeling?" Cuddy asked intrigued.
"How am I suppose to know? It's just a feeling."
"Are you going paternal on us?" Cuddy asked slyly.
"You're nuts." House said standing up.
"I know." Cuddy smiled sweetly, "Now shoo and go find your precious wombat, see if he changes his story. Although I must warn you, if he files a harassment suit against you, no one's saving you."
"I feel so loved." House said while dramatically wiping an imaginary tear away.
"Go. I have work to do." Cuddy said smoothing her skirt out before she sat back down.
"Unlike we real doctors." House said wrenching the door open and leaving to find Chase.
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House would've thought that since most of the hospital was almost made entirely with glass walls, that it wouldn't exactly be hard to find one blonde haired male doctor in the vicinity. Chase could do quite the disappearing act, every time House thought he saw the blonde Aussie, the next second he had disappeared into thin air. His leg was throbbing from walking through every imaginable room, ward, bathroom, including the women washrooms. Groaning he sat down on one of those supposedly cushy waiting chairs, seconds later House felt another presence join him to the seat immediately to his left, "Jimmy." he greeted popping another vicodin.
"I hear you're having trouble finding your wombat." Wilson whispered.
"I hear you're officially relieved of your third wife." House taunted.
A smile actually crossed Wilson's boyish features, "Finally."
"Great." House said, "Now you can come be my hubby and cook delicious food for yours truly."
"You wish." Wilson said with a chuckle.
"One can dream can't they?" House asked.
"It's not that hard to find one doctor with extremely blonde hair." Wilson said.
"When wombats choose, they can hide without being seen by the predator." House said, "Hey, if you're so smart why don't you go find him then."
"My pleasure." Wilson sat back.
Chase appeared a few minutes later, head still bowed, "Dr Wilson, why..." he trailed off as he spotted House, turning tail as smoothly as a cat would've, he walked back out the door.
"Wow." Wilson said theatrically eating invisible popcorn, "Amazing."
House whacked him with the handle of his cane, "Go find him and bring him back here. Bound and chained if you have to."
"Yes, mom." Wilson said obligingly getting up.
House poked him lightly with the end of his cane and picked up a medical journal that happened to be sitting next to him. He was in for an interesting read of gastroenteritis for the next several minutes.
oOoOo
"Chase." Wilson shouted at Chase's retreating back.
Glancing behind him, Chase didn't even break stride, in fact he quickened his pace. Growling to himself, Wilson jogged after him, "Chase, get back here."
Despite Wilson's pleas for Chase to slow down, he started to make a mad dash for the elevator. Chase let out an aggravated growl as he jabbed the elevator button over and over again, fate was not with him today. Glancing over his shoulder at the ever advancing oncologist, he shot for the stairs. "Oh." Chase said as he slammed into somebody, "I'm so sorry." he caught a whiff of overpowering perfume, "Aw, shit." he muttered.
"Dr Chase." Mrs Reichs fluffed her hair, "That is quite alright."
"Good day, ma'am." Chase said sidling towards the stairs.
"Oh honey, what did you do to your face?" Mrs Reichs asked clutching his right arm.
"Patient." Chase chuckled nervously and wondered which would be worse. Stuck with a brainless fashion model or in the snapping jowls of his boss.
"I hoped you sued."
Chase gulped and glanced at Wilson's slowing pace, "Um... It wouldn't have held up in court. Now if you'll excuse me, I have..."
"You know what?" she said burying her head in his chest, "My birthday is tomorrow."
"Well." Chase said, backing up, "A very happy birthday to you. I really need to..."
Mrs Reichs pouted, "My husband won't be with me. It's so lonely in that big house without people."
"I'm sure you can invite some friends." Chase said, reaching behind him for the staircase rail.
"But that's the problem. Everybody's so busy." Mrs Reichs lower lip was in danger of staying that way forever.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Now if you'll..." Chase inched backwards and almost tripped down the stairs.
"Why don't you come?" she enticed.
"What?" Chase's neck snapped back in her direction.
"Yes, why don't you and your colleagues come to our estate. It'll be so great."
"Uh..." he didn't mean to but his mouth was probably hanging open making him look like an idiot.
Wilson appeared next to Mrs Reichs, who instantly turned and wriggled her butt at Chase. "Dr Wilson, I presume you work with Dr Chase."
"Kind of." he said, staring anywhere but at the low cut blouse that almost exposed her breasts.
"Oh goody." she said, "I was inviting Dr Chase here to my birthday tomorrow."
"Congratulations." Wilson said.
Her face broke into a surprisingly charming smile, but the vivid red lipstick ruined the effect somewhat, "Tell you what. You invite the rest of the team that helped with my husband's case to come over for my birthday. There'll be caviar."
"We'll be-"
"It'll depend on our work hours." Chase interrupted, "I'm sure some patients can't do with the lack of doctors that'll be around."
Mrs Reichs laughed, "I'll clear it with your boss, Dr Cuddy isn't it?"
Nodding dumbly, Wilson and Chase watched as Mrs Reichs pranced into the elevator that had finally decided to show up. Chase groaned, "What have we done?"
"Nothing good." Wilson groaned right alone with the blonde doctor.