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"Thank you, Dr. Haringfort." The middle aged woman wiped away the remaining tears on her face before leaving Kris' office. Once she was gone, the façade slipped away as she buried her face in her hands. However, she was quickly snapped out of her thoughts.
"Kris, are you okay?" Dr. Lisa Cuddy sat herself down on one of the plush leather chairs in front of Kris' desk.
"Lisa, you surprised me." Kris' skillfully evaded the question. In truth… she was far from okay. She hadn't slept at all, and had instead stared at the ceiling while Chase slumbered beside her. She had always been an Insomniac but it hadn't been as bad as this… at least in the last 3 years.
"What are you doing here, Kris? You should be at home, resting and planning the funeral."
"My older sister and brother are taking care of it and I have patients here who need me."
"You have to take a break, Kris…" Cuddy's orbs were filled with concern as she watched the young psychiatrist in front of her.
"I'm a psychiatrist, Lisa… I can take care of myself."
Cuddy sighed in resignation before getting up and saying a short good bye before leaving Kris to her thoughts.
"What in the world is wrong with you, mate! Her mum just died and you go and throw a fly ball at her, knowing pretty well that she isn't in the state to take it! And if you 'didn't' know that she couldn't take it then you shouldn't be a damn doctor! Anyone can see that she's a mess and yet you seem to take it as your cue to go and torment her!" For once, Chase had bellowed at house, fury evident on his face. His Australian accent had been more noticeable throughout his speech, showing just how furious he was at the moment.
House was absolutely shocked. Not once had Chase ever blown up on anyone. He had always been the cool and level tempered one in the team. But it was obvious that House had struck an extremely sensitive nerve and had completely set off the Aussie.
"Wow… I didn't know you could get this angry!" House finally commented as he limped past Chase and headed to his chair.
"You continue tormenting, Kris and you'll just see how angry I can be." With that said, Chase furiously stormed out of the conference room clearly heading for his fiancé's office.
Chase soon enough found Kris on the fire escape of her office. She was sitting on the highest step of the landing, staring at the city beneath them. The concerned Aussie took a deep sigh before joining her. That's when he noticed that she was holding a cigarette stick in one hand, a half empty pack and a lighter beside her.
He picked up the half empty pack. "Capri? I thought you quit smoking this junk…"
"I don't need this now, Robert." Kris inhaled deeply from her stick before letting out a cloud of smoke. Chase was now sure that something was incredibly wrong… the last time she had smoked this way had been when she was at the pit of despair. Her depression had been severe and it took him almost 3 months to put her back together.
"I'm just worried about you…" he replied softly, blue orbs penetrating green pools of hidden sorrow. Kris let out a small sigh before putting out her cigarette and flicking it away from her. Chase gave her a small smile before pocketing her pack of cigarettes and lighter.
"I'm sorry." She whispered as she buried her face against his chest. Kris had wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Chase, in reply, wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked up at him before leaning her forehead on his. They stayed in this position for almost half an hour simply enjoying the warmth of the other.
"Robert…" Kris finally whispered, her eyes remaining closed.
"Yes, love?" Chase answered as his eyes fluttered opened taking in every detail of her face.
"I love you…"