Authors Notes: Okay here's a nice long chapter for you all I hope you like it. Chapter two has been beta-ed and reposted, my beta is chameron4ever.

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Chase tossed and turned on his couch as the memory continued.

Chase came to again about three hours later having no recollection of how he had ended up lying on the floor. He was only shocked even more when he saw his mother lying lifelessly on the floor in a pool of blood. He screamed out in horror and then he saw his father's gun on the ground between the two of them.

He ran over to his mother and held onto her ice cold hand. She was showing no signs of movement whatsoever. Chase then saw the bullets in his mother's head shoulder and stomach and he knew she was dead. Chase kissed her hand and slowly began to cry.

He had no idea how this had happened. His first thought was that someone had broken into the house and shot his mother and maybe knocked him out. He stood up and walked over to the front door, it was locked. It was exactly how Chase had left it when in had come in from the rain earlier.

Chase then went around the house and checked all of the windows to see if any of them were broken or opened. All of the windows were still glued shut. The windows had been like that since before the Chase family had bought this house and they had never bothered to do anything about it. None of the windows were cracked or broken open either.

Lastly Chase checked the back door to find that locked too. "No," Chase thought, "No, someone has to have come in here. There is no other way…but how…but who…but I… Oh my gosh!" Thought Chase. Had his mother killed herself? But why hadn't he stopped her…

Chase began to panic and his heart rate began to rise. He was having a panic attack. And before he knew it he was unconscious again lying on the floor seizing.

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"Interesting," said House, "very interesting."

"Oh, okay," said Cameron defensively, "so Chase runs away from the clinic, falls down, acts as if he is obviously hiding something from us, and then goes missing… and that is interesting. How about concerning… or worrisome," Cameron questioned.

"No," said House shaking his head, "no it's defiantly interesting."

Cameron scowled and Foreman said, "I just think it's just weird."

Cameron then scowled at him too.

House looked at the random stuff that he had scribbled on the white board purposely standing in front of it so neither Cameron nor Foreman could see.

"You said he had a folder from a clinic patient when he fell?" He asked looking at his two ducklings.

"Yeah," Cameron answered. Foreman gave a slight nod.

"Did you read it," House interrupted.

"Most of it," Cameron replied.

"What'd it say," House asked.

"It was a thirty-seven year old man suffering from guilt and depression after he shot his wife," Cameron began.

"Well duh," House smirked, "if you shoot your wife you're going to feel guilty about it."

Cameron didn't even flinch at House's comment, she continued. "It was late one night and they heard noise in their living room. They went downstairs and saw two robbers, or something like that. The husband quietly went to the closet to get out the gun. The robbers heard them so the wife rushed over to the phone to call the police. One of the men began to punch the wife so the husband lifted up the gun and shot it at the robber but he tripped over a lamp which the other robber knocked down at him. The husband's aim was off because of that, and therefore the bullet went right through the wife's head."

"Then why isn't he in jail," House asked.

"Have you listened to anything I just said," Cameron asked throwing her arms up in exasperation, "the husband did not shoot his wife on purpose."

"Was he pronounced innocent in court?" House continued on with his questioning.

"Oh heck," said Cameron slapping her hands down on the table. "I don't know, I didn't read that far into his files." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Go down to the clinic and get the folder. Bring it back up here," House ordered Cameron.

"I'll go," Foreman cut it. "I left my pager in my car and I have to go get it anyways," he said looking down at his empty belt loop as he stood up and left the room.

"Any luck with finding Chase?" Foreman asked the nurse when he got down to the clinic.

"So I take it he wasn't in the diagnostics department," the nurse stated matter-of-factly.

"Ah, no he wasn't," Foreman answered slightly confused.

No, we haven't found him yet," the nurse answered. "Security has checked this entire floor, the pathology lab, the oncology department, the cafeteria and the ICU. They haven't found him in any of those places. But it's a big hospital he could be somewhere else, there're still looking."

"Yeah," said Foreman hesitantly. "Look do you by any chance have the folder from the patient that Chase saw before he ran out of the clinic?"

"Oh yeah… I know the patient you're talking about. Let me check," she said. The nurse ducked behind the desk and pulled up a box of folders. "Let's see," she said thumbing through the pile, "… here it is." She pulled out the folder and handed it to Foreman.

"Thanks," Foreman replied.

He held onto the folder as he headed down the hall towards the elevator so he could get his pager from his car. As he was riding in the elevator Foreman skimmed through the folder and realized that Cameron was more then accurate when she explained this patient to House.

Foreman got out of the elevator and went out to the staff parking lot and over to his car which from a distance looked somewhat more isolated then usual. Right by an alley there are three parking spots that belong to Cameron, Chase and Foreman. Forman always parks his car in the middle, Chase parks his on the left and Cameron parks hers on the right.

But when Foreman walked up to his car only two of those spots were filled, his spot and the spot on the right. Chase's car was not there. Foreman quickly got his pager out from his car and then he paged House and Cameron as he headed at full speed back to the hospital entrance.

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Chase, still asleep on his couch, was drenched in cold sweat as he continued reliving the memory.

Chase awoke again very frightened. He was vaguely able to recall looking at the windows and doors to see if they were shut and locked but that was all. He could not remember why he had done that though. He looked up to see that he was by the back door of the house. He wondered what he was doing there, had he been trying to get out?

Chase shakily stood up and walked back into the main room of the house where he found his mother on the floor in a pool of blood. Chase screamed and ran to her. "Mum," he cried, "mum, mum, mum," he began shaking her.

He suddenly saw a bullet in her head and then he saw ones in her stomach and shoulder. And he became even more frightened knowing she was dead.

Hot tears began to from his eyes. Chase just sat there for a while a screeching sort of sobbing sound coming out from his mouth. Chase's muscles suddenly began to twitch and he was more scared then ever.

Chase suddenly thought to call nine-one-one. Maybe they would be able to help him feel less afraid, help him remember things, and stop his muscles from twitching. And maybe, Chase sighed as he thought to himself, maybe they could help his mother.

Chase pulled himself along the floor over to the phone. With a twitching finger he dialed the three numbers and held the phone up to his ear.

"Nine-one-one," said a voice at the other end, "please state your emergency."

"I," Chase began," he was having difficulty trying to explain what had happened since he himself was not even sure. "My mother… she's… blood and," Chase was suddenly unable to put sentences together, "… and I… I remember… nothing, I re…" Chase's eyes were suddenly attracted to flashing light on the phone that showed a call was being made. All of Chase's muscles began to twitch and he fell to the floor unconscious again, the flashing light on the phone having brought on another seizure.

"Sir," said the lady on the other end of the phone, "Sir, please calm down and try to tell me what's happening." The lady hung up after waiting two more minutes for an answer. She saw the phone number from which the call was being made so she checked in a phone book and found the address. She sent over a police car and an ambulance.

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"Do you think Chase went somewhere?" House, having received Foreman's page, asked when Foreman entered the conference room.

"Ah, that's what I'd be guessing," Foreman replied not even sure why House was asking. "I mean that's our best bet considering his car's not here. That is unless someone stole it," Foreman finished, "… but that would just be too much of a coincidence," Foreman added shaking his head after a seconds pause.

"What are you talking about? What happened?" Cameron asked very concerned.

Foreman had only sent the page to House because he couldn't remember Cameron's pager number off of the top of his head.

"Chase's car is not in the parking lot," Foreman answered.

"But how is that possible," Cameron cried. "His car was there when I came in, and that was just a little over an hour ago."

"Where do you think he went?" House asked Foreman ignoring Cameron's comment.

"We should call the police," Cameron interrupted. "He could be anywhere."

"Don't know," Foreman answered to House's question. "Home, maybe. I don't see where else he would go. But Cameron's right," Foreman added. "We should call the police if Chase isn't in the hospital he no longer our responsibility."

"Let's go," replied House standing up and grabbing his cane.

"Where," asked Foreman and Cameron sounding thoroughly confused.

"Chase's house," replied House. "If I find him there chilling out or something he is so busted." House smirked.

Cameron was flabbergasted at House's comment.

"Wait," Cameron said, "what about the patient? We can't just ignore his case." Cameron was very worried about Chase but she knew it was just wrong to forget about the patient.

"Oh perfect Doctor Cameron," said House. "Since you seem to have big interest in this case you stay here and start solving it while Doctor Foreman and I go to Chase's house and find him."

Foreman just gave a quizzical look.

"But…" Cameron sputtered, "I…"

"Come on Foreman let's go." House said.

"No House, it's okay," Foreman said, "I can stay here."

"I said come on Foreman let's go." House answered.

Cameron slumped down into a chair and pouted as House and Foreman exited the room, Foreman raising his eyebrows and giving her a look that was somewhere between questionable and sympathetic before he left.

"House why are we going to Chase's apartment," Foreman asked as they headed down the hall. "I mean we're not even sure if he's there."

"Because I said so," was House's reply. House did not care the least bit about what was wrong with Chase but if there were any secrets that he had or any dirt on Chase he wanted to know about it. There was also the fact that House had purposely skipped out on all of his clinic hours that week and he knew Cuddy would be looking to pound him so House wanted to be as far away from the hospital as possible in order to avoid her.

Foreman and House got out of the elevator and went into the parking lot. Foreman waited for House to start walking in the direction of his motorcycle so he could follow.

"Oh no," said House when Foreman looked at him. "There is no way I am giving you a ride on my motorcycle. You don't deserve it."

Foreman rolled his eyes. "Fine," he replied. "Were taking my car, it's over here." He and House started walking in that direction. "Oh," Foreman said, turning around to face House, "and I'm driving." He sneered. House gave him an evil eye.

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Foreman and House entered Chase's apartment which House had managed to get open with a credit card, a needle and a chopstick. Why he carried a needle and a chopstick around with him Foreman didn't even want to know.

"What exactly are we looking for," Foreman asked as he stepped into Chase's apartment.

"I don't know," replied House, "Chase or any reason why he was acting weirdly or anything that might tell us where he is if he's not here."

"Well I found him," Foreman said as he entered the living room and saw Chase asleep on the couch. But House had already headed off to Chase's bedroom.

"Chase," Foreman said wanting to wake him up but not in a rude manner. Chase didn't ever stir. Foreman walked over to him to find him drenched in cold sweat. He then pulled out his penlight lifted Chase's eyelids up and shined the penlight into Chase's eyes for the second time that day.

Chase jolted at the light. He stood up staring straight ahead. Foreman noticed Chase's left hand twitching. Chase was in a sub-conscious state again, Foreman thought that he looked that way but he was not sure. "Chase," he called carefully, "can you hear me? Chase?"

Chase picked up a lamp from an end table and smashed it on the floor a deep glare still in his eyes.

"Chase?" Foreman questioned again.

Chase fell to the floor and began to seize.

Foreman ran to him. "House," he screamed. "House get in here. He's having a seizure." Foreman yelled.

House came running into the room carrying two bottles of pills. "I think I know why," he said.

"Why," asked Foreman who was on his hands and knees trying to hold Chase down.

House showed Foreman the two bottles of pills.

"Mysoline, Felbatol," Foreman read the bottle labels. "But," Foreman stuttered, "but…but those are epilepsy medications."

Chase stopped seizing and he lay unconscious on his living room floor.

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Authors Notes: There how'd ya like it? A nice long chapter. Expect another update on Friday.

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