House bit back a groan as a sharp pain jolted through his leg. He quickly opened his bottle of Vicodin, popping one into his mouth before leaning back into his chair. There was something vaguely familiar about his little wombat's fiancé. He had seen her somewhere… House got up, leaned on his cane and wobbled to Cuddy's office.

"What do you want now, House?" Cuddy didn't even look up from the papers in front of her as House entered her office and plopped onto a chair. He cleared his throat causing Cuddy to roll her eyes and then look up to face him.

"What do you know about my little wombat's fiancé?"

"Kris' life is none of your business, House. Just because she's going to marry a member of your team, it doesn't mean that she is to be tormented as well."

"Oh come on, Cuddy! Where's the love? She's about to be part of the family!" House smiled sarcastically before continuing. "At least tell me what she does for a living."

Cuddy let out a tired sigh before reluctantly complying. She was willing to do anything to get rid of House right now. "She teaches Psychiatry here."

"Aha! I knew I'd seen her before!" House thumped his cane in childish victory. "So she's a doctor?"

"Yes. She's quite an excellent psychiatrist. Now please leave me alone."

"Who'd think that such a pretty girl would play mind games on my little duckling?" He stood up with the help of his cane. "I shall take it upon myself to interfere and save Chase from the manipulations of his hot fiancé!"

"Don't you dare, House! The last thing they need is you complicating things even more for them." Cuddy warned him with a glare.

House feigned a shudder of fear. "Ooh! Mean old Cuddy's out to get me! I'm so scared!"

The young Aussie's magnificent blue eyes fluttered open as the events of the past night flooded his senses. He let out a small yawn before sitting up, only to see that Kris' spot on the bed was empty. He could hear the sound of the shower from where he was and thus assumed she was in there.

Chase reluctantly got out of bed, pulling on his tighty - whities and a pair of lose grey sweat pants, not bothering to cover his upper body. Just as he was to head to the kitchen, Kris came out of the shower, clad in a pair of short shorts and a black and grey sports bra.

"How are you feeling?" Chase greeted as he watched her every moment.

She tensed for a moment before plastering a small smile on her face. "I'm alright. I'll probably be a bit late for work today though." She pecked him lightly on the lips before heading to the kitchen.

"You're going to work?" He hurried after his fiancé, puzzled by her attitude.

"Why not? I'm just a bit tired… that's all." For a moment Chase saw the fake cheerfulness on Kris' face fade away.

"Love… you should stay home. Take it easy a bit. I'll even stay home with you and we can watch movies all day long." Chase was worried to say the least as he placed his hands on her hips. Kris let out a small sigh before leaning her head against his chest and resting one hand against his washboard abs. She placed a small chaste kiss on his lips before replying, "Go to work, hun… they need you."

"But you need me more…"

Kris simply kept on walking, heading back to their bedroom. Chase closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands as he leaned on the island. God, he had to eat something before dealing with her. He got a bagel from the refrigerator, heated it and cut it in two before spreading Philadelphia cream cheese on it. It took him a few minutes to demolish it, along with a glass of orange juice before he headed back to the room

He found Kris lying on the yoga mat doing her crunches. "I still don't get why you do that. Your abs are almost half as built as mine." He pouted, trying to make her laugh.

Kris let out a small laugh and stopped, making Chase smile. She got to her feet and wrapped her arms around him before he kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I got to go to work now." She shot him a small smile before heading to the bathroom. He wasn't falling for her act… he knew there was something wrong.

Kris glanced at the delicate silver bracelet watch on her thin wrist as she hurried towards the elevator. She had thrown on a pair of gray slacks that hung to her figure, a white long sleeved v-neck and a pair of white heels before leaving their condo on her red BMW convertible. Just like Chase, she came from an old family with several Swiss accounts filled with money.

"Kris, right?"

Kris turned to face the person who shared the elevator with her. It was none other then Cameron.

"Um… hi… You work with Robert, right?"

"Yah, I'm Allison Cameron." The two girls shaked hands before theywere joined by none other than Dr. House.

"Ah… what a coincidence. The two women in Chase's life. Exhibit A, his hot fiancé and exhibit B, his horny co – worker." Sarcasm and dry humor dripped from House's words causing Cameron to glare murderously at him. "Oh! Girly Cameron just stared at me… Mommy help me!"

Kris laughed nervously, not really looking at the two other doctors beside her. She held the files in her arm closer to her before turning to face Cameron. "It was nice meeting you, Allison, Dr. House." With that said she stepped out of the elevator which had stopped on the Psych floor.

"God, House! What is wrong with you! She's obviously under a lot of stress and you go play torture my 'inferiors' with her!" Cameron hissed as the elevator doors slammed shut.

"What I want to know is why she's at work when her beloved mother just died yesterday."

"Well you sure are making things easier for her." She quickly walked out of the elevator as it stopped on their floor, obviously pissed off with House.

"Touchy, touchy… God, women can be so sensitive." With a roll of his eyes, House headed towards the conference room only to be greeted by an incredibly pissed of Robert Chase.

A/N: Thanks SOOO much to LoganLuver , BongoBaby and Allison Chase for reviewing! Hope ya'll liked this chapter!