A/N: Wow, thanks for all the positive reviews! They absolutely make my day. So here's the next chapter, enjoy.

House wanted them to drop the case. "There's nothing to diagnose, she's on drugs, and I really don't care how many she took."

"What if she wasn't able to metabolize them for a reason? That would cause her levels to be higher," Cameron told him what she and Chase had brainstormed the day before.

"We ran tests, there's nothing wrong with her. She's healthy," House argued with her.

"Fine, I'm checking her apartment!" Cameron nearly yelled.

She stalked out of House's office, leaving Chase standing there, not quite knowing what to do. House stared back at him, almost daring him to say something.

"Okay then," Chase said awkwardly before leaving.

"Cameron, wait," he called after Cameron as he ran to catch up with her.

He said nothing about her mini-explosion towards House. It was unlike her; normally she went along with House or voiced her opinion, without screaming.

"She lives with her boyfriend," Cameron told him as they entered the empty apartment by using the key that had been with the girl's belongings.

They didn't think twice anymore about breaking into patient's homes. That worried them all a bit.

"He's quite the character," Chase commented on their earlier encounter with him.

They each took different rooms in the more than adequate apartment, working silently as they uncovered nothing that would be of importance to them.

"Got anything?" Cameron asked as they both entered the bedroom from opposite doors.

"Nothing, not even the drugs that they clearly take."

They searched the room quickly, not finding much until Chase pulled open the top dresser drawer. He pulled out several prescription bottles and a large baggie of what he assumed, was ecstasy.

"Hey, Al," he called her over.

They sat down on the bedroom floor and started sorting through all the bottles and soon realized that many of the medications were for AIDS.

"Okay, but she doesn't have AIDS, or even HIV," Cameron realized. "Who's this?" she pointed to the name on the bottle. The drugs were prescribed to a Martin Hailey.

Chase thought for a moment. "No idea." Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. "Okay so there's AIDS meds, Prozac, and some antihistamines," Chase finally said. "What if they were mixing drugs?"

"Ritonavir," she held up an orange bottle. "is metabolized by the same pathways as ecstasy. If she took both it would have quadrupled her levels. But she doesn't have AIDS, why would she have taken any Ritonavir in the first place?" she said as if she was taking both sides of an argument. Nobody was winning.

"Calm down," Chase said gently. "We don't really need to know why she took it, but you're right, she probably mixed. Thought it might make a good high." He was careful how he voiced his agreement with House. They didn't need to push the case any further.

Apparently Cameron still caught on to it. "You agree with him! You think we're wasting our time. Fine, let's go." Cameron scooped up all the bottles and deposited them back into the drawer. She walked out of the apartment without another word.

"Whoa," Chase said aloud when she was gone. It amazed him that she was so upset with him. Just yesterday they had cleaned out most of his apartment. He had thought that had brought them closer. Maybe she didn't want them to make that step.

Chase wasn't satisfied with that explanation. He sighed and straightened out what little in the room they had disturbed. It occurred to him why Cameron was being so defensive. Her dad was getting transferred in tomorrow or the day after. She still hadn't made an official decision about keeping him on life support and the case was keeping her from dealing with it. The way Chase figured it, she was busying herself.

He didn't know what he should do. Chase locked the door and followed Cameron's path, relocking the door on the way out.

Cameron drove back to the hospital, not saying a word to Chase until they arrived.

"Sorry I blew up at you," she said as they got out of the car.

She didn't wait for him to respond. Cameron walked quickly back inside the hospital, leaving Chase several steps behind her. 'It's going to be a long afternoon,' Chase thought.

Chase sat down on a stone bench outside and waited for Cameron. It was that perfect time of day when the sun was just going down and the sky held a light tint of yellow. The chill of night was taking over the warm day. Chase sat and watched people walk by him, some leaving work, and others just coming in. He waved to a doctor he knew from the NICU.

They had gotten wrapped up in a new patient and every time he tried to talk to Cameron was interrupted by House ordering them to run more tests. With the day finally over and their newest patient stable, he was ready to talk to her.

When she didn't show up Chase walked back into the hospital, taking an educated guess as to where she was.

He stood in the doorway, watching Cameron talk to Amelia.

"Were you taking anything else with the ecstasy?" Cameron was asking her. Somehow her tone managed to be non-accusatory.

"Not that I remember, but I was pretty fucked up."

"Do you know if you usually take anything else?" Cameron asked.

"Prozac sometimes," she admitted. Cameron waited for her to explain. "With ecstasy. Ben said it helped my brain or something."

"It reduces neurotoxins, yes."

Chase took advantage of their silence. "Cameron."

She looked over at him. Chase swore she could melt ice with that stare.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked her.

She told Amelia she would be back and walked out of them room, shutting the door so they could have a bit of privacy.

"I think we should go home, get some rest." He cautiously placed a hand on her arm.

"Fine, just give me 10 minutes." She was in no mood to argue with him.

"Alright. I'll be back in 10."

Cameron turned to go back into the room, Chase lightly grasped her arm. "Hey," he said as she turned back around. "I love you," he told her, though he knew she was still a bit upset.

'Well, at least now I have time to talk with Cuddy,' he thought as he made his way to her office, hoping she was still working. She was.

Chase knocked lightly on the doorway before entering.

Cuddy slid her glasses off and looked up from her paperwork.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? I need to ask you for a favor."

Cuddy looked up at him with interest. "Sit down," she said, inviting him in.

TBC! Please review.