Chase 88 is my beta reader
Chase was home later than he thought he would be, but that didn't matter to him right now. The only thing that did matter was that MaryAnn was safe and happy. She wasn't though and he needed to try to cheer her up, So he got her some icecream. That didn't work as well as he thought is would because all she could think about was Bubbles as she called the animal.
He was really thinking of getting MaryAnn to see a psychologist because that could take a toll on a toddler who barely even knew what dying meant. He hated to see her like this but what had been done was done and now he had more troublesome things to worry about. The threatening note had occupied most of his thoughts. How could someone know where he worked and what car he had? Whoever the person was, Chase knew that the person wouldn't quit until he carried out his threat.
"Kiddo how about we go to bed, what do ya say," Chase asked.
"No, me want Bubbles," she screamed on the top of her lungs.
"No but we could get you Bubbles 2, how does that sound," Chase asked.
"NO!," she screamed and went into her room.
Chase sighed. He was going to have to do something to occupy her mind. Just then a thought came to his mind. That was it, he could call Kody's mom and have a little playdate. Kody and MaryAnn were notrosious when they were together. They were troublemakers to boot and always did something that always caused mischief. The last time she was here, Kody and MaryAnn tried to cook resulting in a dish towel to set on fire. He had been angry but now that was the kind of distraction his daughter needed.
If that didn't work, he could always take her to Cameron's house. She loved all the mirrors although Chase didn't know why girls liked them so much that they'd have one in every room of the house. It was one of the things that he teased her about. She usually slapped him lightly on the shoulder and all but other than that she wouldn't answer him. He concluded that it must have been a girl thing.
The only thing that bothered Cameron since they had been dating was when MaryAnn put stuff in her hair like glitter and glue or when she put makeup on her when she was sleeping. It was made worse when Chase started to laugh causing her to chase him around the house and then apply makeup on him. Yes he decided finally. He would take her to Cameron's apartment.
He stood motionless by the door and looked up in the window. The lights were finally out but that didn't matter right now. He finished smoking on his cigar and surveyed the town. It was unusual for a doctor to live at this part of town because it was very small as well as the apartments. He remembered when he had had a daughter and he had been happy beyond doubt. That was then though, he convinced himself. She was gone now and nothing was going to stop him from doing what he needed to do. He was going to revenge his daughter like he had swore to do three years ago.
Looking up he decided it was time to go and he snuck up the long staircases and in front of apartment number four. Picking the lock was no deal for it opened with ease and he smiled manically. He let himself in and he slipped into the first room that happened to be the father's. He eased into the room, careful not to wake him. Then he put a hand over his mouth which startled the suprised person.
"You scream and I kill you right now," He warned in a whisper.
Chase looked up with wide eyes but did as he was told. He had to stay calm and hopefully he didn't realize that his daughter was in the next room. He also had to think fast. Then he had a way. Just as the stranger's knife came down, he crashed the entire phone on his head and took off but not before experiencing pain in his ankle. He quickly picked his daughter up and put a finger in front of his lips. He didn't know how much damage he had caused the stranger but he knew he had to get out of there as soon as possible.
He quickly gathered up the most important belongings that his deceased beloved had given to their daughter and they exited the apartment as fast as they could with Chase holding his daughter.
"What wrong," she asked as he hailed a cab.
He hadn't been able to get his keys to his car, but he had his wallet and that would have to do for now.
"A big stranger ," Chase said and winced as pain laced up through his ankle.
"What," MaryAnn asked.
She was on a role with these questions now and he knew she would never shut up now.
"Where to sir," the cab driver asked.
"221 Baker Street," Chase told him and laid back on his seat.
He had thought about going to Cameron's but had remembered something about her telling him that she would be at her parents and therefore was the reason she wasn't in work today. Foreman he didn't want to come to with problems, but House had been so nice when Sandra had died from the c-section that he decided to go to him.
He hoped his apartment would still be in one piece.
"This had better be important," House muttered as he went to open the door.
It wasn't Wilson because he could tell from the knock on the door, so he was annoyed to be woken up at twelve o'clock in the morning.
"Yes," House asked sarcastically but froze when he saw it was Chase.
"Remember that note this evening, well the guy came by with the intention to kill," Chase said.
House stepped aside to let them in. Once MaryAnn was settled on the couch, Chase went to the bathroom after House told him where it was and observed the damage that the knife had done. He winced when he noticed that the knife was still pretty deep in there.
"Ouch, so I guess that the person wasn't really playing," House said from the doorway.
He wasn't in the mood to joke around but found it easier to be sarcastic in times like this because he wasn't used to these kind of situations and didn't know how to handle it.
"Yeah and he also warned me not to scream or that he would have done it then. I'm glad I kept the phone on the dresser," Chase answered.
"First things first and that is to get the knife out," House said.
It was a painful procedure and Chase had even let out a couple of muffled screams because it was beyond hurting. Once he got the knife out, House applied some antibiotics and some gauze.
"That'll do for now, but I'm afraid that we'll have to take you to the hospital," House said.
"No I'm fine I'm-"
"Daddie, no daddie no die," MaryAnn cried.
"Daddy is not going to die, it's just an owie," Chase explained.
She pointed to the trail of blood that Chase hadn't realized was there and sighed. How much more was his daughter going to see? House gave him no time to his thoughts and insisted he go to the hospital or else he was fired and reminded him the importance of loosing that much blood. By the time they got to the hospital he was fast asleep.