CHAPTER TWO
"Cameron, what is he talking about?" Chase asked angrily from his squished position at the table between his coworker and boss, who were then giving him a once over look.
"Oh, you know House, Chase," she said as she buttoned the top button, wrapped the scarf around her neck, took a deep breath, straightened her face and turned around. "He's just saying that to rile us up. Stay if you want. You know where the key is."
Foreman shifted position uncomfortably while his body spoke volumes: I don't want to be here. I want to be somewhere else. But no one moved to let him out and all he could do was sit there and hold his breath.
"You kissed him?" Chase asked, baffled. "You kissed him?!"
"It's no big deal. I told you I had to be clever in getting his blood sample," she answered.
"Yeah, you did, but you never mentioned kissing him," Chase answered.
House was sitting back smuggly, his arms across his chest and eyed both Cameron and Chase as they spoke to one another.
"Chase, this isn't the place to have this conversation. Let's talk at my place."
"No. I'm not in the mood," he answered.
"Oh, I'll go home with you, Cameron!" House chimed in. All three at the table gave him a look of disgust and annoyance. "Look, it was no big deal. I know why she did it and I have to give her props for trying it. She was only looking out for me, as you all were," House said, almost seriously, until he broke out in laughter.
Cameron shot him a look. "That was when we thought you were dying."
"But you were happy when you learned I wasn't, right?"
"I'm not now!" Cameron shot as she turned on her heels and headed for the door. The three men remained seated and quiet.
House groaned and said, "Oh, for God's sake! Go after her, Chase!"
"Man, this isn't happening. She kissed you? You? Our boss??"
"Shut up and go!" Foreman barked.
Chase reluctantly scooted out of the booth and ran out the door. "Allison! Cameron! Stop!" he shouted as he ran to catch up with her. He could see she was only a few doors down from him and stopped running but walked very quickly. He knew he'd be able to catch up with her.
He kept repeating her name as he quickened his pace and had to almost run again to keep from widening the gap between them. "Allison, please. We need to talk!" he shouted after her.
"No! You're not in the mood to talk, remember?" she answered with her head turned sideways, not looking back at Chase then looked back in front of her.
Chase heard her and was becoming angry that she was being so pig-headed. He did break out in a run but always kept his eye on her. He watched her as she looked at the upcoming intersection in front of her but she didn't stop. He caught the yellow flashing sign on the other side indicating no one was to walk.
He quickly glanced at the intersection to check for oncoming traffic and his heart stopped. A commuter bus was in the middle and headed straight towards her.
"STOP!" he screamed as loud as he could, his voice cracking. But it rested on deaf ears.
Cameron never saw what hit her. Chase watched in horror as she hit the side of the bus right before the back right tire and her body whirled around in a blur. He could see her scarf whirl in the air as she flew 15 feet back toward the curb. He swore he heard her body hit the concrete slab of the sidewalk as he started to run as fast as he could to her.
When he reached her he knelt down beside her. She was lying on her back with her right leg bent awkwardly outward and her right arm over her face; her left arm was draped across her chest.
"Allison…god, noo…" he whispered.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.