Disclaimer: Don't own House.

A/N: I, too, am happy to have to old team back together again. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and the last one, actually…

The three doctors were sitting in silence in Foreman's Camry. Chase sat in the back, tapping his fingers against the seat; Cameron sat in the front, keeping an eye out for the right street. Ever since Foreman and Cameron had agreed to let Chase come along, the trio had not spoken—no one seemed to know what to say, as if all three were unsure why they had suddenly come together. Foreman cleared his throat.

"So, Cameron, you told me you'd explain about the phone call you just had to make. I think we've got some time right now," Foreman said, raising one eyebrow. She could hear Chase sit up a bit straighter in his seat.

"It's complicated. I can't really tell you about it, I'm sorry," she replied, nervously wringing her hands.

"Well, obviously you asked for help with the case. So, who do you do you know who could possibly diagnose a patient?" Somehow Foreman appeared all the more intimidating when he wasn't looking at her.

"Well, it certainly wasn't Matthews; he's an idiot," Chase remarked. Matthews was Head of Diagnostics at Princeton Plainsboro, and neither Foreman nor Cameron could deny that he wasn't he most useful doctor on staff. "Man, I would have killed to work under Dr. House when he was still around. I've heard so many amazing stories."

"He sounds like a complete jerk, if you ask me," Foreman countered. "It couldn't have been easy working for him." Chase leaned forward so he could speak directly to Foreman.

"But can you imagine the cases? And did you hear about all the crazy shit he used to pull? Lying to patients, performing tests without permission, harassment…"

"Breaking and entering," Foreman finished, shooting a glance at Cameron. She flushed, but kept her gaze firmly out the window. Chase's jaw dropped as he watched Cameron's awkward reaction.

"Okay, Cameron, you don't have to tell us what the phone call was about, as long as you answer this one question: Did you find the Gregory House?" Chase sounded both flabbergasted and awed at the same time. His eyes were wide as he continued to watch Cameron. When she flushed deeply, he pointed an accusing finger at her, but was apparently unable to speak from sheer excitement.

"Guys, you have to understand, if it was House, he wouldn't want anyone to know that it was him. Get it?" She gave them both stern looks, letting them know exactly what they needed to know: yes, it was House, and no, she wasn't going to tell them much more than that.

"Jesus Christ," Chase exclaimed, leaning back in his seat. "I can't believe it. Well, can you at least tell us what he said about the case we're working on?"

"The breaking and entering bit was his suggestion, and he did voice some suspicions about the mother," Cameron answered after a slight hesitation. She wondered if she was betraying House's trust by telling Chase and Foreman about him, but instinctively she believed that they would keep it a secret.

"How would he know about the mother?" Chase was completely enthralled by the idea of House. Little does he know, Cameron thought, smiling.

"Experience, I guess. He said, 'Everybody lies.' Apparently that translates into, 'Mothers want to hurt their children for attention.'" It didn't make sense to Cameron, but she supposed in many ways that that was a good thing.

"Unfortunately, I might have to agree with House on this one," Foreman said. "Mrs. Harris really gave me the creeps."

"Oh! Here's our street!" Cameron exclaimed, pointing to the left. For the moment, all discussion about House was forgotten, as all three began to concentrate on the task at hand. They looked up and down the street, relieved to see that no one was out and about. In fact, it was a scarily quiet residential neighborhood. The Harris home looked every inch like the perfect American home: white picket fence, children's toys in the front yard, a homemade wind chime clanging near the front door. No one would guess what was really going on inside…

"I don't suppose either of you know how to break into a house, do you?" Chase asked as they approached the front door. Foreman didn't answer, but simply tried the door. Unfortunately it didn't open.

"Look under the mat or under these plants for a spare key," Foreman instructed. Cameron and Chase quickly looked around, but found nothing. Sighing, Foreman pulled out his wallet. "I really didn't want to have to do this," he mumbled. Then, like an expert, he took his credit card and unlocked the door.

"Where did you learn that?" Chase asked, amazed as the front door swung open. "I mean, can you teach me? I've always wanted to know how to do that…" Foreman rolled his eyes, and almost didn't answer, but, for some reason, he trusted these two.

"I stole a car once. When I was younger. Well, I was caught once. I know how to do… these sorts of things," he confessed. Cameron and Chase simply nodded, neither finding it a big deal. "Well, I'll take the kitchen. Chase, do you want to take the bathrooms? Cameron, you should try the bedrooms." No one seemed to mind that Foreman was the acting leader. "Oh, I forgot. Take these," he said, handing them pairs of medical gloves. Cameron and Chase nodded, and the group dispersed.

Cameron slowly made her way up the stairs, taking note of the many family pictures on the wall. It was so screwed up; they all seemed so happy, and yet… She realized that the husband had been a much happier person in life. He was smiling in every picture, especially those with Emily. For a moment she lingered on one of father and daughter at the playground. Emily was laughing as he pushed her on the swing. Once tears started to burn her eyes, Cameron turned away and ran up the rest of the stairs as she pulled on the medical gloves. When she reached the top, she looked to the left and saw two doors. Then she looked to the right. She let out a small shriek, and jumped back, knocking down a picture in the process.

"Cameron? Are you okay?" Chase called out.

"I-I-I'm fine!" she managed to choke out. Standing in front of her was the husband. He'd followed her; that had never happened before. Somehow, she understood that everything was now in her hands—she could settle things for him. He nodded towards the door in front of him. Hesitantly, Cameron walked down the hallway and reached for the doorknob. She took a deep breath, and turned the knob.

It was Mrs. Harris' bedroom. Cameron was immediately reminded of Martha Stewart, which she didn't necessarily think of as a good thing. Everything was perfectly matched and decorated; it was clean and tasteful. It also completely lacked character. On almost every surface were pictures of Emily and the husband. She turned around, and saw the husband still standing in the threshold. He paused for a moment, but then strode into the room with a definite purpose. Slowly, he pointed to his wife's bedside table. Cameron rushed over and pulled open the drawer. At first she didn't see anything, but as she reached towards the back, her fingers grazed a bottle. Her heart pounded as she grabbed it and pulled it out from its hiding place.

Arsenic. She'd poisoned her husband and daughter with arsenic. Emily's symptoms fit perfectly with arsenic poisoning, and so did Mr. Harris'.

"Thank you," Cameron whispered to the husband. He nodded once. "Hey, guys!" she called out, rushing down the stairs. "I think I've got it!"

"Good, because I wasn't finding anything," Chase grumbled, emerging from the downstairs bathroom.

"What is it?" Foreman asked.

"Arsenic."

"Shit," Foreman swore. "We need to get back to the hospital."

"I-I should put this back, right? The police will need to search the house, and they can't know we've been here, right?" Cameron started to babble.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, Cam," Chase agreed, his voice calm and soothing. "Want me to come with you?"

"Thanks, Chase," Cameron said, sighing. Five minutes later, the group gathered back in the front hall, ready to go. Foreman shut the door behind them.

"Does anyone know off the top of their heads how to test for arsenic poisoning?" Chase asked. Foreman and Cameron shrugged. "Hey, Cam, do you think…?" Cameron rolled her eyes as she realized what he was asking. She waited until they were back in the car and off of the street until she answered his question.

"I'll call him." This time it was a little easier to dial his number.

"How'd it go?" House sounded somewhat breathless.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had to get out of somewhere before I could answer. What'd you find?" He was definitely impatient to hear what had happened at the Harris household.

"We found arsenic. How do you test for arsenic poisoning?" Cameron snuck a peek at Foreman, who was playing it cool while she talked to the world's most famous (and perhaps most disgraced) diagnostician. On the other hand, Chase was practically salivating.

"Arsenic, eh? It's only funny in Cary Grant movies. You need to test her hair, and you'll need to treat with either Dimercaprol or Succimer." There was a pause. "Are you okay?" He was whispering, as if he was afraid of being heard. Cameron smiled, happy that he would take the time to ask her that.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think. I mean, Foreman and Chase are with me, so, you know, I'm not alone."

"Foreman and Chase? So, do they both know who you're talking to?" His tone was surprisingly calm, which did not seem to make her feel any easier. She grimaced as she replied.

"Yes?"

"Wait, did you say 'Chase?' I wonder… Let me talk to him for a sec." If Cameron thought his request was bizarre, she didn't mention it, and instead she just passed the phone to Chase.

"Uh, hello? Yes, I'm Robert Chase. Uh, yeah. Yeah, he is. No, I wouldn't…" There was a long pause. "I understand completely, Dr. House. Yeah. Okay. Here's Cameron."

"Hello?" She was dying of curiosity, but she wouldn't ask what had just happened.

"All right, you've got everything you need, then?"

"I think so, thanks." It was surprising how much she wanted to keep talking to him, even though she could tell he wanted to get off of the phone.

"Well, I'll see you later then."

"Right. See you later." When both Foreman and Chase heard that, they turned to stare at her. Talking to House on the phone was one thing, but seeing him? Cameron was seeing House? Oh, they would definitely have a few questions for her.

"Oh, and Cameron? Tell this Foreman character that his pesticides idea was close, but no gold star for him."

"I will, House. Bye." There was a pause before he hung up the phone. "Foreman, House says that your pesticides idea was close, but no gold star for you." Foreman rolled his eyes. "Actually, I think that may have been a compliment, coming from him."

"Wait, so you what,hang out with House?" Chase asked.

"No. Well, sort of. No, not really. It's a long story that we don't have time to go over right now. Right now we need to concentrate on Emily and her sick mother." That thought put a damper on all of their moods, and Foreman stepped on the gas.

When they arrived back at the hospital, Foreman ran to run the redundant test, and Chase ran to the ICU, ready to start treatment the moment the positive test results came back. All three knew that they had done something illegal, and that even though they were right, they needed to cover their tracks. Everything had to be in line—Chase couldn't start the treatment for arsenic poisoning before they had officially diagnosed it. Cameron had to go to Cuddy and let her know of their suspicions.

"Dr. Cuddy?" Cameron had pushed open the Dean of Medicine's door once her assistant had let Cameron know it was okay to go in.

"Dr. Cameron, what can I help you with?" Cuddy looked up from her paperwork, her tone letting Cameron know that only for something important would she get her full attention.

"It's about the patient you gave me this morning. She doesn't have Guillan-Barré. In fact, we suspect that she may have arsenic poisoning, and we think that her mother may have… We think that her mother may have Munchausen's by proxy." That got Cuddy's attention. "We need to call the police, as well as social services."

"Ho-how did you come up with arsenic poisoning?"

"Well, the symptoms fit," Cameron explained, knowing that that wouldn't be enough. She began wringing her hands once more.

"Did you run any tests?" Cuddy put down her pen.

"Um, we're running a hair follicle…"

"No, what tests did you do to rule out Guillan-Barré?" Cuddy stood up, her eyes narrowing. Cameron figured that years of dealing with House had probably made her suspicious of such diagnoses.

"Actually, that's a funny question. We didn't run any tests because the symptoms ruled out Guillan-Barré as well as MS, and considering that Emily's father died of similar symptoms, we wondered if it could have been something environmental. But, Mrs. Harris wasn't sick, which was suspicious, and we realized that Emily had been in and out of the hospital for years, so it wasn't too far a reach to…"

"Wait, who's 'we?'" Cuddy interrupted, holding up a hand.

"Uh, well, me, Dr. Foreman, and Dr. Chase."

"Foreman from Neurology and Chase from the ICU?" Cuddy's tone was suspicious. "How did you three end up together?"

"Well, that's a bit of a long story. I met Foreman in the elevator today, and I showed him the file, and he said…" Cuddy held up her hand again to stop Cameron from continuing. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Cameron's beeper went off. "Emily's hair shows a positive result for chronic arsenic poisoning. Will you please call the police, Dr. Cuddy?" Cuddy put her hands on her hips and stared at Cameron.

"All right. But I want you, Foreman, and Chase in my office in half an hour."

"Okay." Cameron took her leave of the suspicious Dean, praying that nothing would go wrong.

The police had come quickly and had arrested Mrs. Harris. It had helped Cameron, Foreman, and Chase that she'd had a bottle of arsenic on her when the police had searched her. Apparently she'd been planning to keep Emily in the hospital for a while. Emily already seemed to be improving, which was a weight off of everyone's shoulders. But they still had to meet with Cuddy.

Foreman entered Cuddy's office first, followed by Cameron, and then Chase. All three were surprised to see James Wilson seated on Cuddy's couch, and were even more surprised to see that he had no intention of leaving their interrogation. Cuddy crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against her desk.

"So, you three did a good job today. You saved a life, and solved not one but two mysteries. Emily will be okay, and Edward Harris can finally rest in peace." Cameron resisted the urge to snort. She has no idea. "But, I have to admit that I am curious about a few things. First off, I'm wondering how you three ended up working together. Secondly, I'd like to know how you came up with arsenic poisoning." Cuddy lifted an eyebrow, waiting for them to either defend or explain themselves.

"Well, Dr. Cameron and I met in the elevator today, and she showed me Emily's file. Both of us agreed that something was fishy; the symptoms didn't seem to fit Guillan-Barré, and MS, while plausible, wouldn't necessarily be easy to diagnose. Emily coded, and we had to bring her to the ICU, where we met Dr. Chase, who also agreed that something wasn't right." Foreman glanced at both Cameron and Chase, who both nodded their heads in agreement.

"What I'm hearing right now is this: all three of you acted on a 'gut feeling' that something was wrong," Cuddy said, somewhat sarcastic.

"That'd be correct," Chase replied.

"Right. Okay, and how did we get to arsenic poisoning?" When all three hesitated, she made a face. "Well? I'm waiting."

"The symptoms fit," Chase explained, shrugging. "To accurately diagnose Guillan-Barré or MS, you would need to rule out other possibilities. Any differential diagnosis would include arsenic poisoning."

"Do you know much about diagnostics, Dr. Chase?" That was Wilson. Four pairs of eyes turned to look at the oncologist. He seemed, for the most part, calm, but he couldn't stop rubbing together the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

"No, not much. But enough."

"Why did you assume Munchausen's by proxy?" Cuddy asked the question to the trio, but she had her eyes on Wilson. The two suspected something, and Cameron had a sinking feeling in her stomach that it might have something to do with House. Before she could stop him, Chase replied.

"Everybody lies." Wilson and Cuddy's jaws dropped as they both heard a phrase that they hadn't heard in years. Too late, Chase realized what he had done. "I mean, that's something that my father told me once."

"Dr. Cameron? Dr. Foreman? What do you have to say?" Cuddy managed to find her voice. Cameron sighed. There was no way she could ever tell her the truth, be it "Well, House thought it might be the mom," or "Edward Harris' ghost was haunting Mrs. Harris, and that seemed to indicate foul play."

"Everybody lies," Cameron repeated.

"Everybody lies," Foreman said, shrugging. Cuddy and Wilson were simply speechless. There was a long silence, and Cameron couldn't help but fidget. Chase looked down at the floor, almost expecting punishment. Foreman was, not surprisingly, the most calm out of the whole bunch.

"Guys," Wilson started, his eyes wide. "Listen, I need to know where you heard that. It's important." Cameron felt sorry for him; she could hear the desperation and hope in his voice. But she also couldn't tell him about House, and she knew that neither Foreman nor Chase would tell him. When they all stayed silent, Wilson threw his hands up in the air. "What do you guys know? You have to tell me."

"We don't know anything," Chase replied. Foreman nodded his agreement, and Cameron frowned. She was a terrible liar, so she hoped that he wouldn't ask her a direct question.

"You were seen leaving the hospital. All three of you. Together. Where did you go?" Wilson wasn't going to let it drop.

"We broke into their house," Cameron answered. Maybe this way, Wilson and Cuddy might believe that they had come up with the arsenic poisoning idea on their own. "Chase is right—we needed to rule out any other possibilities, so we went to their house to check for any pesticides, or any other possible environmental factors. During our search we found a hidden bottle of arsenic in the bedroom. I'm sorry we didn't tell you right away, but we just didn't want to get in trouble for breaking in." Foreman and Chase, thankfully, understood her tactic and stayed silent. Wilson and Cuddy looked at each other, trying to decide what to believe.

"Have you been breaking into patient's houses often, Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked. There was no missing the condescension in her tone.

"N-no. This is the first time, I swear."

"And the last, I hope," she finished dryly. "Where did you get the idea to break in to the Harris' house?"

"Well, it seemed like a logical step: we needed to know what was in the house that could possibly be harming Emily. So, we just...went into the house."

"Uh huh." Cuddy was still skeptical. "I'm going to ask you not to apply that sort of logic in the future, if you don't mind."

"No problem."

"Absolutely."

"Right."

Wilson and Cuddy tried to stare down the three doctors one last time.

"It's really a pity, guys. In another world you would have made fantastic Diagnostics fellows. As it is, I'm afraid…" Cuddy went to sit behind her desk once more.

"Well, why not?" Chase interrupted. "We all know that Matthews barely does a thing. How about you let the three of us be a team? We can work together, I think we've proven that much today. And we can work together to get positive results."

"I'll think about it," Cuddy offered. Chase kept going, however.

"I mean, we'll never be like House, but…" he trailed off as everyone turned to look at him—two were angry with him, and two were curious.

"No, I don't imagine you would be, but I'll think about it. Now get out of here before I change my mind and decide to suspend you all." Foreman, Chase, and Cameron all breathed a collective sigh of relief, and left the room. As the door shut, Cuddy and Wilson shared a look.

"You don't think…"

"Yeah, I do," Wilson answered, staring at the three doctors standing outside the door. "I just need to figure out how."

"Wow, Chase, you're a really smooth…"

"Oh, come on, Foreman," Chase interrupted. "It's not as if it would be out of the ordinary for someone to have heard about House."

"He's right, Foreman," Cameron interjected. The trio stood near the clinic, each unsure what to say about their adventure.

"That was really thrilling," Chase offered. "I mean, I've never had so much fun practicing medicine before."

"Me neither," Cameron said, sighing.

"Me neither," Foreman grumbled.

"How about this, then: if Cuddy doesn't let us run our own diagnostics team, we'll keep an eye out for cases that we can work on together. How does that sound?" Chase suggested.

"I can do that," Cameron agreed. Foreman nodded.

"Well, it's settled then. Officially or not, we're a team." Cameron smiled as Foreman rolled his eyes.

"You're not going to make us do 'all for one and one for all' are you?" As Chase and Cameron laughed, Foreman couldn't help but crack a smile. In that moment, Cameron knew that they were a team. She just wondered what would happen with House, with Eva, with Foreman, with Chase, with Cuddy, or with Wilson. At the moment her life was complicated, but maybe, just maybe, she'd met some people who would help her. She already had House on her side, and now, it seemed, Foreman and Chase. Things may be looking up.