A Rush Of Blood To The Head – Chapter VIII

Chase was sitting in the cafeteria alone, wondering where Cameron and Foreman had got to. He hadn't seen them for hours since Foreman went off to do the LP. But then again, he found better things to do during then. Sipping his third cup of coffee he looked up to see Izzie walking past in the corridor. Quickly he got up and walked to the doors, ready to surprise her. She got paged before, when he was about to ask her a question. Opening the glass doors, he looked as Izzie was walking down the hallway, flicking through a file. Suddenly she crashed into Chase.

"Sorry. Oh, hi!" She lit up.

"Hey, um, I forgot to ask you before but, I was just wondering if you wanted to have a drink later or something?"

Izzie froze. "My fiancé died a month ago and I cut his LVAD wire." she blurted out quickly, unaware of what she was doing. Chase smiled.

"My dad died a while ago of cancer and I didn't even know he was sick."

"Oh..." Izzie looked confused, but then smiled. "So, ah..."

"I'll meet you here at seven?"

"Yeah, sure. We can go to Joe's. Um, see you."

"Bye." Chase smiled as he watched Izzie walk down the hallway once more.

He's still got it.

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Cameron walked into the conference room. House was sitting down, twirling his cane, staring at the white board. Cameron stopped in her tracks. "House..."

House looked up. "It's great that you dogged me. Makes me feel all nice and secure inside."

"I didn't, it's just that the patient was sick..."

"The patient's always sick."

"Right... so what do I wear?"

House caught his breath. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes."

He started to twirl his cane once more and looked at the board. "Why do you always ask what to wear? Every time: 'what do I wear?' What, do think I'm some sort of fashion guru?"

Cameron smiled and sat down. "No, it's just nice to dress appropriately. You don't get it, all you wear is a suit."
House looked at Cameron and smiled lightly. "I'll pick you up at eight."

"But we're staying at the same hotel."

"Are you suggesting you come over to my room? Bit early on, don't you think?"

Cameron smiled as Foreman, Chase, Bailey and the interns came into the room.

"Sheppard stopped the bleeding." Foreman threw the file onto the desk.

House got up and walked to the board. "Good, now he can return to all his extra curricular activities." He said with a wink to Meredith. She blushed and looked away.

"So," House said, picking up the marker. "What have we got here. Seizures, stroke and internal bleeding. What makes you bleed in the abdomen and the brain? Any suggestions?"

"Could be trauma." George said.

House turned to face him. "Unless someone has been coming in with a bat and systematically beating him to a pulp, trauma ain't it."

"What about Naphthalene poisoning?"

House looked at Chase. "Lightning never strikes twice."

Chase continued. "He got all his symptoms after his first surgery. For six hours he sat on the table, burning his fat which was filled with Naphthalene. Gets off the anaesthesia and has a seizure."

"You really should get into the song writing business." House jutted out.

Foreman got up from his chair. "It can't be Naphthalene, he hasn't had any hallucinations, and his liver is fine."

"For now. The symptoms develop over time, if I'm right he'll be having hallucinations in a couple of hours and his liver with shut down after that." Chase looked at House. "We should get him on the transplant list."

Foreman couldn't believe it. "Get him on the transplant list with absolutely no proof that he even has a problem? It could be a thousand other things..."

"Well, only one way to prove him wrong Foreman," House put down the marker. "Break into his house."

Alex's jaw dropped. "You're going to break into his house?"

House picked up his cane and walked to his seat. "Don't worry, he does it all the time. Don't you Homey-G?"

Foreman glared at House. "How am I going to check for termites without destroying the guy's property?"

"Well, start by tapping wood. It should be weak. Termites eat wood, you know?"

Foreman reluctantly picked up his bag and walked out the door.

"Woa, hold on." House stopped him. "You can't go by yourself. Show the jaw-dropper how it's done and take the high pinched blonde for leverage."

Meredith glared at the smiling House and got up with Alex to follow Foreman. Great, she thought; four years of high school, three years of under-grad, four years of med school, one year of internship and what is she doing? Breaking and entering.

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NB: Ok, these last two ones have been short but the next one is gonna be the longest out of all of them: think Foreman breaking into houses, Chase/Izzie at Joe's, BANG at home and House/Cameron...well, you can wait. And sorry for all you people who don't support House/Cameron. It's just my thing. Don't worry, you can block it out if you want to and think of House/Cuddy – shudder - FREAKS!!! Oh, and REVIEW!! please?