Sorry about the wait but was giving me some trouble. All fixed. I know its kinda short but it's important. Let me know what you think!

House was back in his office by six the next morning. Chase was scheduled for surgery at eight and he wanted to check in and sit with him for a bit.

Wilson found him in his office at 7:30 sitting looking at a photo album.

"Steven?" Wilson commented as he walked in.

House jumped. "Who?"

"Chase in surgery?"

"They just wheeled him in."

"Cute kid." Wilson commented as he stole a glimpse of some of the photos.

House quickly closed the album and put it back under his desk. "What do you want?" House bit out.

Wilson went to sit back down. "Wanted to see how you're doing?"

"Did you check in on Cameron and Foreman too?"

"Actually I know they both went out for drinks after work. They might be a little late. So yes I did. As for you my friend –"

"I'm fine." House said standing up.

"Sit down." Wilson yelled at him. It was more shock that Wilson yelled that made him sit down. "As for you, you're falling apart."

"Well one of my doctors has been brutally beaten and raped. Of course I'm not doing to well."

"And it has nothing to do with Steven? A saw a few pictures. It's almost disturbing how much the two look a like. They could have been brothers. If he were alive Steven would have been about Chase's age wouldn't he?"

"How did you know?"

"Always thought it odd how you treat Chase. And now with this, I pulled your file and did some research. Why didn't you tell me you had a kid?"

"Key word, HAD a kid. He didn't exist when I met you. It was another life time ago."

"Must have killed you when Robert Chase walked in for his interview?" It wasn't really a question.

Greg knew that he was beat. He taught Jimmy how to interrogate people and he was a quick learner.

"When Chase walked in I had to do a double take. The blond hair, blue eyes. Even the facial structure. Steven had a hair cut like that before he died. Thank god he had an accent. I didn't think I could take it if he sounded American. Then I saw his birthday. The same age. I wanted to say no, but there was no real reason. He had all the credentials and he was actually pretty smart. I guess subconsciously I was trying to fill a void." If he was going to be psychoanalyzed he was going to be the one doing it.

"How'd he die?" Wilson asked softly. He knew from the files, but he sensed that his friend might need to talk.

"Hit and run. He was ridding his bike back home. The car hit him and kept going. They couldn't save the leg. They had to amputate. He was supposed to be the best surgeon out there. They didn't close off a vein properly. He bled out."

"Greg." Wilson said softly.

"He was seven years, eight months, and fourteen days old. He was too young to die." House shook his head. "I'll be in the clinic if anyone needs me." He levered himself up with the cane and ambled out of his office.

James Wilson took a deep breath. He hated when things got complicated.