A/N: This chapter is a bit on the short side, I know. Thanks for all the reviews, I cannot believe that I've gotten so many for this story, it's incredible. Keep them coming.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to send you to an imaginary conference, lie to House, and you're not going to tell me why?" Cuddy stared at him

"Let me get this straight. You want me to send you to an imaginary conference, lie to House, and you're not going to tell me why?" Cuddy stared at him.

"I can't," Chase told her. He started to explain but was cut off by Cuddy.

"You've been spending too much time around House. I can't do that."

"I need to pick up Allison's engagement ring," he blurted out quickly, as if he was still unsure whether he should tell Cuddy.

Cuddy said nothing, but her eyes widened a bit in surprise. She didn't know what to think. "What?" she asked quietly.

"It's back in Pennsylvania."

"Not that it is any of my business, but now doesn't exactly seem like the best time, am I right?" she asked.

He sighed. "I know," and he did. It seemed like all he thought about anymore was when the right moment would be. It was beginning to look like he was going to have to wait it out.

Cuddy set her glasses down on her desk on top of a stack of paperwork. "Let me think about it."

Chase walked out and glanced down at his watch. He would meet Cameron early.

To his surprise she was already walking down the hallway toward him when he stepped out of Cuddy's office

She came closer and asked, "What did Cuddy need?"

"Nothing important," Chase began.

"Never mind, you've got to hear this," she told him and he could tell she was fired up about something. "Amelia always took whatever her boyfriend handed to her, assuming it was the 'harmless' drugs they always took. Well if the meds she took were fatal…"

Chase interrupted her, "It's not really our place to make those sorts of accusations Allison."

"He tried to kill her," she argued.

"We don't know that."

"He'll just try to do it again," she said.

"Well hopefully she will think twice before taking the drugs again," Chase said and put his hand on her back and started to walk towards the elevator.

She walked alongside of him, her initial irritation subsiding. "I thought you would care more."

It wasn't an angry remark, but it still stung. Chase stopped walking briefly and looked Cameron in the eyes. "It's not that I don't care, I just…don't see what we could possibly do about it."

She was silent for a moment. "Alright, let's just go home," she said reluctantly. He was right in saying that they couldn't do anything about it. She just wished there was something.

Cameron had told the patient what she had concluded, but the young girl just looked at her as if she were crazy. "You're digging too deep. Ben loves me, he…he just wouldn't," Amelia had said to her.

That bothered Cameron, how could the girl trust him so much that she would be completely ignorant to what she had told her. She hoped that Amelia would consider her hospitalization the next time her boyfriend offered her drugs. It was easy enough to give somebody the wrong concoction.

"We should go somewhere," Chase suggested, distracting Cameron from her thoughts.

"Tonight?"

"Why not?" Chase asked. "It's only 8. The night is young," he whispered the last part into her ear, stepping closer to her.

"Not tonight, okay?" She said, pushing him away a little. She was too tired to go anywhere.

Chase could feel Cameron distancing herself from him. He stopped walking for a moment, stopping Cameron as well.

"What is it?" she asked.

He took hold of her hands. "Are we okay?" She gave him a questioning glance. "It just seems like you're still upset with me. About earlier," he told her, referencing to the minor argument they had earlier that day. It had been work related but he sensed there was something more to it.

"I guess I just expected you to back me up on that," she admitted.

Chase smiled. "We're not going to agree with each other all the time."

"Good point," she agreed reluctantly. "I guess I'll have to forgive you," she teased.

"You guess?"

"Yeh. It might take some convincing though," she said, trying not to laugh.

Chase pulled her closer and kissed her neck.

Cameron smiled; she never could stay mad at him for long, especially when he did that.

When they got into the hospital the next day one of the nurses informed Cameron that Cuddy wanted to speak with her.

Chase instantly thought about what he had talked to Cuddy about the other day and assured himself that he was being ridiculous in thinking that Cuddy would tell Cameron about their conversation.

"I'll catch up with you later," Cameron told Chase as she walked toward Cuddy's office.

Chase nodded and wished he could go with her, just to make sure Cuddy didn't say anything. He could just imagine the conversation Cameron would have with him if she did.

"It's not lupus, why are you so stuck on that?" Chase asked Foreman as they sat around the table. They had decided to start the differential without Cameron, House had been growing more and more impatient with every minute that they had waited for her.

"She shows all the…"

Foreman was cut off by the glass door opening and Cameron peeking in. "Chase, can I talk to you for a minute," she said, opting to call him by last name, as weird as it felt for her to do so.

He gave her a 'can't this wait' look, but decided she wouldn't have interrupted them if it weren't important.

"I'll be right back," Chase excused himself from the room, ignoring House's glare.

"What is it?" Chase asked.

Her expression fell. "My father was transferred in early this morning."

"Oh. Are you going to go see him?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I want to but..." she trailed off, not quite sure how she felt.

"Just remember we can't turn him into one of our cases," Chase pointed out gently.

Cameron smiled a bit. "Cuddy just told me the same exact thing. I wish I could save him. But it's not going to happen. I get that."

She had learned that she couldn't save everyone that she loved. Cameron's mind flashed to her husband, she rarely thought about him anymore, it brought up too many things for her. Too many memories.

She couldn't save her husband from cancer and she couldn't save her dad from this.

"I should get back," Chase said after a moment.

"Alright. I'm just going to go see him; I'll be there in a few."

Chase didn't know whether he should offer to go with her, but he chose not to. She needed to confront this on her own.

TBC.