Yay! Finally, the next chapter! Sorry it has taken so long, but I have been suffering slight writer's block when it comes to my House stories. And guess what! I have an idea for a SEQUEL! I might even have it posted tonight, even though this one isn't finished. It will be a oneshot, and here is your clue: Elevators.

Enjoy Chapter six!

Cameron – 17 Chase – 13 Foreman – 14 House – 10

Chase, Foreman and Cameron stood frozen in the conference room. After two minutes of complete silence (save the gentle whistle coming from Foreman's nose as he breathed) Chase finally found his voice.

"We're doomed," he murmured, shaking his head slowly. "How did he find the list?"

"That doesn't matter" Cameron told them quickly putting an end to the argument that was about to unfold. Already Chase's finger was pointed at Foreman in an accusatory manner. In Cameron's opinion that wasn't fair, especially since she was the one who left the list where House could find it.

"Well we can't keep playing" Chase stated.

"Ha," Foreman scoffed, "You wouldn't be saying that if you actually had a chance at winning!"

"Oh, you did NOT just say that!" Chase demanded, eyes wide.

Foreman raised an eyebrow. "You heard me – you are a loser! A lo-ser!" He pronounced as if Chase were mentally disabled.

Now, instead of proving to Foreman that he was in fact a normal, capable human being, Chase decided to snort like a raging bull and throw himself at Foreman, shouting "Bring it on!"

Cameron, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward and pulled Chase back by the shirt. She would have chosen his hair, but feared Chase's protectiveness would force him to turn on her. She didn't fancy being bitch-slapped or pinched right now. Not by him, anyway.

"That's enough you two!" She scolded.

Foreman also chose to regress back to the fifth grade, and pointed at Chase exclaiming, "He started it!"

"And I'm finishing it! We have a serious situation on our hands you two, so act your age!" Cameron chastised in a motherly fashion. "Sooner or later someone is going to get hurt! I'm willing to bet House has done some damage already, so we don't need you two to add to it!" She finished, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Chase and Foreman dropped their heads, looking sincerely ashamed.

"Sorry Cameron." They both mumbled. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"That's better. Now let's go find House before things get really out of hand."

At that exact moment a shrill scream from downstairs told them just how far out of hand things had become. After glancing quickly at one another they ran towards the stairwell, their expressions practically shouting "OH NO!'

"False alarm," Foreman breathed when they reached the bottom floor. An intern had merely walked in unannounced during a woman's breast examination in the clinic. The red-faced young man was now being led off by a security guard.

Before the three doctors could relax, a figure grabbed their attention in the waiting area. It was House. He stood up slowly amongst all the commotion and cleared his throat importantly. As always, people stopped what they were doing and listened to him as if he were the President of the United States.

"I… really have to go do a number two. Excuse me." He announced before shuffling away.

Cameron grimaced and ran after him. House saw her coming and tried to outrun her to the elevators. Needless to say, he failed.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded, standing between him and the doors.

"Trying to go to the little boys room. I really, really have to poop." He answered, rolling his eyes in his trademark 'duh' expression. She wasn't impressed.

"Now that I've said it twice, does that count as ten points, or just five?" House asked,a self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Cameron tried not to flinch, and continued staring at him through her eyelashes.

"Five" She growled.

"Okay" he said brightly before limping away animatedly.

Cameron sighed and walked slowly back to where Chase and Foreman were standing.

"Why did you let him go?" Chase demanded.

Before Cameron could respond Foreman interrupted.

"Chase, you know damn well a freight train couldn't stop House from doing what he want to do. Not even one with large breasts and a badge that says 'Dean of Medicine" He said, rolling his eyes.

Chase sniggered and Cameron was visibly trying not to laugh. It was a very accurate observation, after all.

"So… now what?" Chase asked after a moment's pause.

Cameron and Foreman looked at one another, both with the same blank looks on their faces.

"I don't know." Cameron murmured, raising her eyes to the roof. Foreman and Chase followed her gaze. Neither of them doubted for a second House was up there somewhere distressing an innocent human being or two.

Suddenly they could hear the squeak of sensible, good-looking shoes coming from the stairwell as Wilson came tumbling into view.

"Help… me," He groaned, rubbing his backside. Cameron just knew he would have two finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow. House had no limits, after all.

Chase was right. They were doomed.

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