A/N: A fast update! That's a change. Please thank me for the nice update by reviewing!

Chase walked down the hallway, muttering to himself. Wilson's comment the previous week had gotten to him. So, after he had finished his clinic duty and spoken to the team for a bit he was finally, after mulling over it for so long, on his way to speak with Wilson.

He got to Wilson's office and saw him working on some paperwork on his desk.

"How did you really know?" Chase asked as he walked into Wilson's office after throwing open the door.

Wilson looked up, confused at first. He thought for a second then figured out what Chase was speaking about and commented, "You're still stuck on that?" Not getting an answer from Chase, he shrugged and continued shuffling papers around on his desk.

"Come off it, you don't just know these things. You're not House," Chase went on. If Wilson knew, he had to have found out from somebody. Silence.

"Fine. A jeweler called here, about your engagement ring. One of the nurses gave me the message. I told him to call your cell. You should tell these people to be a little more subtle. Cameron could have easily picked up that message for you."

"I knew you weren't that good!" Chase exclaimed, as if he had won a bet with somebody. Who else knows?"

"I haven't told House yet, if that's what you're asking."

Chase said nothing, but breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was almost a month ago. I figured you'd have asked her by now," Wilson said.

Chase finally sat down. "Wasn't exactly the best timing."

"Ah," was all he had to say.

"Anyway, I came to ask for a consult, not to talk about Cameron. Our patient, the ballet guy, we think he might have cancer."

"Makes sense, you said he had seized before showing any other symptoms, right?" Wilson asked him.

Chase nodded.

Wilson looked down at his planner. "I've got an appointment now, but I'll find you afterwards."

Chase got up. "Thanks."

"Robert!" he heard Cameron call from behind him. He turned around.

"You talked to Wilson?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I thought you just had to ask for a consult?"

"Had to speak to him about another matter too."

Cameron raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue.

"So, how are you?" Chase asked, genuinely caring and glad to be able to change the subject. "You haven't really had a chance to think, we've been running around here so much."

"Good." They walked towards the cafeteria. "I've been meaning to ask you," Cameron started, though she had only been waiting for a few hours. "Would it be aright if my sister came and stayed with us for a couple days?"

"Brenna?"

She fought the urge to tell him that she only had one sister. "I haven't called her yet, but I haven't seen her in…" she tried to think back to when she had last seen her. "A long time," she finally said.

"I think it can be arranged," he moved up in the line and grabbed a sandwich from the counter.

Cameron was glad he approved, she knew he wouldn't have a problem with it. In a way she wanted him to say no, it would have given her a reason to avoid her sister altogether, but Cameron knew she couldn't do that.

Both of their pagers went off. They glanced down.

"If he's not coding, I'm going to eat this sandwich!" Chase told her.

"You better save it, he is," Cameron told him.

"Did you call her?" Chase asked as he stepped out of the bathroom in plaid pajama pants, drying his hair.

Cameron gave him a half smile.

"You didn't, did you?"

"I can't. The last time I called her was to tell her that dad had died. She wasn't exactly happy to hear from me," Cameron explained her resistance.

Chase smiled at her. When it came to repairing other families, Cameron had no problem jumping in and making whatever calls she had to, but for her own family, she was overly hesitant.

Chase sat down on the couch and tossed the towel towards the bathroom. Cameron looked at the towel and stared up at Chase disapprovingly.

He shook his head and ignored her glare. "Do you want to talk to her?" he asked.

"Well, yeh."

Chase gently took the phone from her hands and pressed the redial button. He figured that she had already dialed the number and just not let it go through. Pressing the phone to his ear, he waited for the second ring.

"It's for you," he told her, handing her the phone.

Her mouth gaped open as she put the phone to her ear. Chase got up, picked up his towel and disappeared down the hallway to give her some privacy.

She almost hung up, but thought, 'oh get over yourself.'

"Hello?"

"Hi, Brenna?"

"Allison?"

"Yep. I was just wondering how you were doing."

"Fine, I guess. Mom called me, she's got some new boyfriend," she said, laughing a bit at the last part.

"Doesn't surprise me. So what are you up to?" As much as she tried not to, whenever she spoke to her sister she sounded patronizing. Brenna would always be her dramatic baby sister who busted into her room at 3 in the morning because she'd had a bad dream. Even at 6 she knew not to wake up mom and dad.

"Trying to get my acting in line," Brenna explained and gave a few details regarding her current play, a small, semi-popular drama, which Cameron had quite honestly never heard of. "But I'm working part-time at City Hall, don't worry," she added.

"I don't worry about you, Bren, you're 23." Lie.

Brenna said nothing.

"Okay, maybe I do, a little... So are you going to be around Jersey anytime soon?" Cameron asked, bringing up the visit.

"I'm stopping by NYC in a bit to see Jacqui."

Cameron had a feeling she should know who that was. "You should drop by, stay for a little. I haven't seen you since you graduated."

"Sure, I can't get away now though. The play I told you about it premiering next week."

"Oh," was all Cameron said.

"What are you doing next month?"

The two went on to plan her trip. Brenna would go to NYC to see her friend then drive down to Cameron's. They said goodbye and Cameron went to go tell Chase. Walking down the hallway she realized that she hadn't mentioned the she was living with Chase. She didn't think she'd ever even told her sister that she was in a relationship.

"She's coming up on the 20th," she told Chase. "It's really warm in here." She checked the thermostat as she took off her sweatshirt and pulled her hair up. "Robert?" He hadn't said anything since she had walked into the room. She glanced over to the bed to see him laying down facing the window, headphones in his ears connected to her new mP3 player.

Cameron smiled and leaned on the bed. Chase looked over to her, pulling one earphone out. "So?"

Cameron shook her head. "She's coming on the 20th," she repeated. "Good song?"

He showed her the screen. "Hey Mama" by the Black Eyed Peas was playing.

"Ah," she said. Cameron climbed onto the bed and snatched the player from him and unplugged the headphones. She leaned over Chase, practically on top of him, and set it into her main speakers and turned them on. She started the song over, not moving back to the other side of the bed.

"Someone's in a good mood," Chase pointed out, grinning.

Cameron kissed him, her sides, where his hands were resting were feeling warmer by the second.

The song switched for a second time, making Chase wonder if he had even heard any of the last song. He pushed the thought away as he tossed Cameron's shirt to the floor, he had better things to concentrate on.

TBC