House angrily slammed the phone down as Foreman walked into the room.
"Did I miss something" he asked as he sat down beside Cameron. House rolled his eyes.
"The Wombat has decided not to arrive at work today, not decided to call in sick, and now he stubbornly refuses to pick up his phone" House angrily told Foreman. Foreman just shrugged.
"Maybe he's a really heavy sleeper, or he's stuck in traffic, or he just doesn't want to talk to you, House" he suggested. Cameron, who was becoming more and more upset with every passing minute burst out.
"Foreman, For Gods sake, this is Chase we're talking about. He's devoted to work. He practically lives here. He would've at least called ahead if he was going to be this late. Foreman looked at his watch and had to agree with what Cameron was saying. It was now fast approaching 10:00, far too late for his 'sleep in' theory. Foreman looked up at House, who was looking down at the floor, obviously deep in thought.
"What do you think," he asked. House looked up at Cameron and Foreman.
"It is very unusual, but he could be stuck in traffic." House admitted, but Cameron shook her head.
"I know the route Chase uses to get to work, and I was listening to the traffic reports on the radio. There isn't any major traffic jams or accidents between his house and here, even on any of the other routes." She told her boss and college. House raised his eyebrows.
"When did you do all of this?" he asked. Cameron blushed slightly, embarrassed that House could see how worried she was about Chase.
"Before you arrived, and when you went to ask Wilson if he'd seen Chase I checked again." She admitted. House nodded, pleased that one of his employees had taken the intuition to do something like that, because it meant that he didn't have to. House leant against his cane in silence. As much as he didn't want to show it infront of Foreman and Cameron, he was worried about Chase. The young Australian's desire to do well and prove himself to House had been a welcome change for House. Finally, he made a decision.
"Right, Cameron and I are going over to Chase's and dragging his sorry arse back here, Foreman, you can make sure that Cuddy doesn't know we're gone. Okay, Cameron, you're with me. He lead the brunette doctor out of the room, whilst Foreman, sighinh heavily began to organize himself. Ensuring he was alone, he muttered under his breath
"I don't care what condition Chase is in, I'm going to make it a lot worse for him when he comes in."
House parked his motorbike outside the block of flats Chase lived in. Cameron hurriedly dismounted and pulled off the Helmet House had insisted she wear.
"I don't care how much it costs, I'm so getting a taxi back to work" she muttered under her breath. House shot a greasy look at her.
"Oh come on, It wasn't that bad" he told her, leading her up to the main entrance of the building. Cameron jerked open the door, ignoring House's comment, intent on finding out why Chase was missing.