"Where's Robert?" Kris sat on the edge of her neat hospital bed, finally free of the tacky hospital gown and now dressed in a short white skirt, a baby blue halter top and a pair of white and blue Havaiannas.

Lisa let out a small sigh before answering. "We haven't seen him since House confronted him with the Prozac."

"Oh… I better get home." Kris fiddled a bit with the bandages covering her left wrist before standing up. They exchanged their good byes before Kris called for a taxi, heading back to the penthouse. They had bought the whole top floor of the condominium building and had yet to complete furnishing it. As of now the penthouse had been furnished with a guess room, a kitchen, a small entertainment room, a study and a library.

Kris finally reached the top and entered her key into the lock of the main door. Once she got in she placed her keys atop the bureau on the entrance hall and dropped her messenger bag on the carpeted floor. "Robert, I'm home."

Receiving no reply she headed to the terrace, knowing that she would find him there. True enough he sat on the beach chair, staring at the city beneath him. Kris let out a small sigh before popping a pill of Prozac into her mouth, storing it underneath her tongue. She didn't want to do it but House had convinced her that it was the only way.

"Hey, love. What are you thinking of?" She sat on his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Nothing." He turned to face her before capturing her mouth in his. She pulled him closer, the kiss becoming more passionate before slipping the pill into his mouth.

Chase immediately tasted the pill but Kris left him no choice but to dry swallow it. Once the deed was done, Chase pulled away from her.

"What did you give me?" he hissed as he looked her in the eye. Kris let go of his neck and let out a small sigh before answering, "I'm sorry, Robert…"

"You took advantage of me! I trusted you and you did that to me!"

Kris immediately got off his lap and backed away from the seething Australian. "You needed to take the pill! House told me you wouldn't take it willingly! You left us no choice!"

"Don't you dare act like you're better than me!"

"I'm not! I'm taking the pills too! You wanted me to let you help me and I did so why can't you let me help you!"

"Because I don't need help!" Chase snarled viciously before getting up and storming back into the Penthouse leaving Kris on the verge of unshed tears.

­­­­­­­­­­­"What in the world is your bloody problem!" Chase stormed into House's office furry evident on his face. The two other ducklings watched the scene in front of them unfold from their seats by the table.

"My, you get angrier and angrier with each conversation that we have. It's quite… stimulating, I must say. There' just something so incredibly sexy about seeing you so worked up." House couldn't help but tease Chase.

"You used her against me! What are you, the devil! You manipulated my fiancé! You actually convinced her to trick me into taking the pill!"

"Oh! So the 'make – out - with – Chase - and - slip - the – pill – into – his - mouth' plan actually worked! Damn! I've got to give her props for her splendid performance! She must be pretty skilled with her tongue to get it in your mouth."

"Is this all a game for you! Do you actually enjoy hurting the people who strive to please you!"

House dropped the sarcastic remarks and became more serious. "Listen to me, Chase. Kris is getting help, real help. She's taking pills all because she realized how much she needed to be strong for you; because she loves you more than anything in the world. As sappy as that sounds, it's true. So quit being so damn proud and take the pills already! What Kris did was something that you would have done if she were in your position. Admit it, Chase. You need help."

Chase simply spun on his heel and walked out of the conference room leaving the two other ducklings dumbfound. House, on the other hand, let out a small sigh and rubbed his temple with one hand. He quickly uncapped his bottle of Vicodin, popping a pill into his mouth. God… sometimes he began to wonder if Chase was really worth all the trouble.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, ya'll! Hope you liked this Chap!