CHAPTER TWELVE

By the time the two doctors made it to the apartment there were already a few police cars. Wilson jogged up the stairs, followed by House. They got up just in time to see a red haired man being pulled out in handcuffs. Without a second though House limped over to him and punched him hard. Without a word he continued into the apartment.

There was glass from a few different lamps on the floor, the table was broken, and Steve McQueen's cage was over turned. Chase was curled up on the couch, two policemen talking to him.

House picked up the rat that was sniffing around near his shoe and followed Wilson over to Chase.

"Are you hurt bad?"

"N-no. He just got a few punches in, but I'm okay."

"He's just shaken up." The policemen both stood up. "I think we've gotten all the information we need."

"Good, then get out of my house," House snapped as he put Steve back in his cage.

The police looked at each other before doing as they were told. "Don't worry, Mr. Chase. There is no way that he'll be allowed out any time soon. Next time you'll see him will be in court."

"It's Dr. Chase!" House yelled at them as the door was closed.

"Chase?" Wilson whispered, sitting a little closer to the young Aussie.

Out of nowhere Chase threw his arms around Wilson and buried his face in his shoulder and started to cry.

"Shh. It's over," Wilson cooed.

Chase nodded. "Thank you," he breathed before falling asleep against the oncologist.

"Is he okay?" House whispered after a minute.

Wilson nodded. "He'll be fine. Just tired."

"Tuck the kid in. Read him a bedside story or something. I'm going back into work."

"You know, your way of showing someone that you care is very odd."

House leaned in and gave Wilson a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a few hours."