Wow, it's been a while since I updated. I have a good excuse though. Besides finals, this chapter has just been really, really, really hard to write. I know I promised more Chase, but I loved this ended so much that I decided to wait 'till next chapter. But, anyway, here it is. So, what did you guys think of the finale? In a way, I think (and hear me out before you think I'm insane) that Chase was sort of glad the guys balls exploded. 'Cause before, the guys all "its getting bigger!" and Chase is like " . . . Are you, getting aroused?", and he sort of looks around and is like "oh crap, I'm the only one here." Which is way more awkward than having blood from a guy's balls thrown in your face. How cool was that House said Chase was smart?(Even if it was in his mind.) To all the nonChasefangirls, this probably wasn't that big of a deal, but you should see some of the forums. You can practically see the drool. :

Disclaimer: One day I will be rich and famous and I will buy House. Until then I'm stuck writing fanfiction.

Thank you much, Aly for the review.

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House found Wilson in his office, hidden behind a stack of paperwork. "What?" he asked, not bothering to look up.

"What's with all the stuff?"

"Vogler wants to see the billing records for the department. He wants to 'cut loose a few unnecessary expenses.'"

"He wants to cut Oncology?"

"He wants to cut the stuff we need to run Oncology, not the department."

House narrowed his eyes. "You mean 'stuff' like the department head?"

Wilson finally glanced up at House, mirroring his look. "They would just have to hire someone else. What's that saying? 'If it's not broken(1), don't fix it?"

"Riight. Vogler couldn't anybody better for the job. You'd do whatever it takes to make sure the department is run well."

Wilson blinked. "Um, thanks . . . I think."

House prodded him with his cane. "Come on. We're going on a field trip."

Wilson looked ticked off now. "House, I'm busy and– "

"You can get away for an hour or two. Besides," at which point House gave a fake sniffle, "I need you for moral support."

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Wilson looked lazily as New Jersey scenery flew around him. They had taken the 'vette, so he was expressly forbidden to drive. He decided to try to get House to tell him where they were going, since the older doctor had been extremely secretive when they left the hospital.

"If you're going to drag all over the place, at least tell me where we're going."

House stared ahead. "Can I trust you?"

"Have you ever been able not to?"

"Maybe."

Wilson could feel the tension in the air. "Like when?"

House didn't answer the question. Instead he said, "We're going to see Chase."

"I thought you said–"

"I thought you said that I should apologize."

"You're actually going to apologize?"

"No."

"So then why are we going to see Chase?"

"So you can apologize."

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Five minutes, an elevator ride, and an awkward silence later the two men were standing outside one Robert Chase's apartment. Wilson's fist shot out and grabbed House's cane before it could connect to the door and knock.

"House."

"Oh, what now?"

"When you said that I could apologize . . . what were you talking about?"

"Why is that you were feeling more guilty about Chase getting fired than I was?"

"It wasn't guilt, it was–"

"Chase was fired becauseof something you did. You went to Vogler, not him. Combined with the fact that the guy's dad is gonna kick off in a couple of months, and you know and he doesn't, the shame is eating you up."

Wilson stuttered. He didn't know where to even begin. "Vogler threatened to cut the whole the department. Do you know how many people would lose their job? I have more than three people working in my department."

"Right. Saint Jimmy to the rescue. I'm sure all the nurses love you!"

"Yeah. So do all the doctors that get their rent through me."

"Please, he couldn't cut Oncology. No one is going to turn little bald kids out to die. Vogler isn't either. He doesn't care about your doctors or your patients, but he does care about his image. Completely getting rid of the one of the most necessary and saddest departments doesn't exactly scream 'We are a wonderful hospital!'"

By this time several residents along the hall had opened their doors to stare at the screaming doctors. One man had timidly approached the men and asked, "Um . . . excuse me, gentlemen?"

"Vogler made you fire Chase for the heck of it, why wouldn't he cut us?"

"Um, excuse me–"

"You know Vogler wouldn't get rid of the department. He would just get rid of you!"

"Excuse me–"

"And do you know why he would fire me? So he could get to you! I'm the only board member that is stopping him from firing you! Cuddy likes you, sure, but she likes his money better."

"Excuse me–"

"So you're doing this for me now?"

"EXCUSE ME!"

House and Wilson turned to the small, bald man standing behind them. He was a bit red in the face from shouting so much. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he said gentlemen as if that was the last thing he thought they were, "but your screaming is beginning to disturb some of the residents. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

House raised an eyebrow at the man. "And you are?"

"Superintendent Marks."

Wilson, sensing a possible disaster between the two, quickly intervened. "Actually we're here to see someone. Do you think maybe we could talk to him for a little while?"

"Well . . ."

House nodded. "Good, it's settled." With that, he turned around and loudly banged on Chase's door. After a couple of seconds the door swung open, revealing a tired looking Chase. His eyes rested on Wilson, then glanced over to House. Chase blinked, then slammed the door in his face.

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TBC

(1) Where I'm from we say "If it ain't broke. . .", but I just couldn't see Wilson saying it that way.:)