House leaned back into the cabinets with coffee in hand as he watched Cameron write down 'tonic-clonic seizures' on the white board. "Anybody have an explanation for having a seizure after watching your friend getting dragged into a car?"

Chase lifted his head at that one, "Do you think the two are related?"

"No," House replied instantly, "But someone's new in Cuddy's life and we all get to pay for that. So, any ideas?" He looked around almost expectantly, "Really."

Foreman, who had been looking at the file since House had tossed his copy on the table, went for it first, "His grandmother was given custody of him just a few months ago because of his mother on drugs. If he's experimenting with them too, that'd cause the seizure."

House nodded, "Fair enough, anything else?"

Cameron leaned forward with the file in her hands, "It could be a chemical imbalance. Poor nutrition could lead to deficiencies."

"What about encephalitis?" Chase asked, "Prior symptoms could have been ignored if they weren't severe."

Cameron regarded the file again, "He's on Theophylline for asthma. If he overdosed, that could cause the seizure."

House nodded again, satisfied, "Alright, run a chem. 20 to rule out chemical imbalances; drug screen to rule out anything he's been experimenting with, and a lumbar puncture to see and infection or if anything's going on in his brain. When you find nothing, send him on his way." He eyed his computer "I'll be here," he said as he abandoned the whole effort and settled in front of his screen while his three fellows filed out with their assignments.

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Jason eyed the long needle that Cameron held from his position on the bed, "That's going in my back?"

Cameron nodded as she leaned forward to meet him more at eye level, "It'll just be for a minute, and it'll tell us fast if something's wrong."

On the other side of the bed, a small, wizened woman stood holding the bed railing. During Cameron's and Chase's introductions they were both courteous, but their cold distance between each other was clear.

"Have you heard anything about Marshall? Police say they're having trouble finding his parents too?"

"I haven't heard," Cameron admitted, "but there's an Amber Alert out for him; he's on the news. There are hundreds of people looking for him now."

Chase addressed both of them, "We're testing a theory as to what caused the seizure." He turned to the Jason, "The sooner we get you better; the sooner you can help the police find your friend."

Jason's eyes went wide, "You're giving Marshall one of those too?"

The off question was asked in all seriousness. It stumped Chase for a moment, "No, this is just for you."

The grandmother nodded in understanding and asked bluntly, "Are you also testing for drugs?"

The adolescent stiffened, "I'm clean."

"Oh, don't lie to me," the response was instantaneous and hard, "That attitude says something else. Those grades say something else."

"You know nothing." The strength between the two betrayed that the argument had been repeated many times before.

There was an uncomfortable silence before Chase broke it with, "We're going to need you to turn on your side. Jason complied and Chase held his legs in position.

Cameron parted the gown at the small of his back. She eyed the intricate but homemade tattoos all along his spine and shoulders. "Where did you get these tattoos?" His forearms also bared them.

When the youth refused to answer, his grandmother responded curtly, "His mother, no less."

With that answer in mind, Cameron sanitized her target region on his back and began her test.

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House scratched his head as he turned down the jazz on his stereo and leafed through the test results again in disbelief. "Two drug screens, a Chem. 20, and a LP, and the only thing we can find is low calcium? Are these readings even right?" He looked up at his three fellows. "Who took the Chem. 20?" The result he focused on was the simple number 7.6 mg/dl. Average range for calcium was 8.4-10.9 mg/dl.

Chase frowned, "I did." At House's accusing look he defended, "I didn't screw it up."

"Low calcium can explain the seizure," House muttered almost to himself, "but the road to this point should be a little more obvious than this." He held the results back at Chase for emphasis, "Ion gradients should be screwing up muscle contraction in his heart, among other things."

Cameron shook her head in agreement, "EKG's normal. He hasn't reported any tingling in extremities."

"And his drug screen are clean," added Foreman "No experimenting, and he didn't overdose on Theophylline."

House sighed, "You were supposed to find nothing and make Cuddy send the kid on his way."

"Slightly low calcium really doesn't explain the seizure," said Foreman as he glanced at Chase, "and without the physical symptoms that should be associated with the low calcium an actual connection is not likely."

"But he was confused," Chase defended, "confusion is a symptom of low calcium."

House looked at the results again. His brow furrowed, "Does Cameron agree?" He shifted his gaze up to hers. Chase did likewise.

Cameron arched her eyebrows in surprise at the question, "He's worried about his friend. He wasn't paying attention to us."

House leaned back in his seat, picked up his giant tennis ball, and casually tossed it against the wall. "What do you suggest?"

The question was aimed at Foreman as was the ball he caught on the rebound. "He had an emergency CT when he first arrived. The results showed him clean of any structural problems." He placed the ball back on the desk, "An MRI scan could rule out any cysts."

House reclaimed and tossed the ball again; this time he caught his own rebound. "Works for me. Foreman, go MRI his head, Chase," he paused and regarded him for a brief moment, "go help Foreman. Cameron, redo the Chem. 20. Then when you find nothing, get him out of here. I'm leaving by four."

As his team left, House turned up his music again.

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"I didn't screw up the Chem. 20." Chase leaned back in the chair as he watched the computer in the observation port beside the MRI.

Foreman chose to ignore that comment as he settled into his own chair and activated the microphone. "Alright, Jason, we're starting the test. We're going to need you to stay as still as you can."

The electromagnetic doughnut dwarfed the patient who gave a shaky "OK." Foreman could hear over the speakers. He turned off the microphone and started the test.

After a few moments of listening to the steady beating of the MRI, Chase repeated, "I didn't screw up the Chem. 20."

Foreman sighed, "It's just House's bored and screwing with us. He's probably pissed off at Cuddy."

"Does he have a reason?"

"Does he ever have one?"

They were silent for several moments as they clicked through the screens of incoming brain slices. Nothing they found was even worth a comment. The steady beating noise continued in the background.

"What the hell?" muttered Foreman as the computer flashed an unauthorized entrance into the MRI room.

A livid woman's voice bellowed from the speakers in the observation port. "You're getting out of there now!"

Reflexively, Foreman initiated an emergency shutdown. The beating stopped in time for him to hear a surprised and almost angry, "What are you doing here?" from the teen on the table.

Foreman looked up into the main room to see Jason's grandmother followed by a burly policeman. Her features were turned up into a scowl. The policeman's face matched it. At the sight of this type of disturbance, Foreman actually left the computer booth to meet them in the main chamber, "Excuse us," he called "we're administering a test; you'll have to come back later."

The wizened woman walked up to her grandson and actually jerked him into a sitting position. The officer continued to stand by the exit. "The testes are over," she called over her shoulder.

"What?" asked Chase as he stood up and pulled away from the computers to pop his head out of the observation port, "Why?"