Chase stood in the operating room, ignoring whatever the nurse was saying to him about this procedure. He manlily stretched on his laytex doctor's gloves and picked up the bone drill.
"Dr. Chase," the nurse said, "remember to go slowly. This procedure can take up to 3 hours even when the best doctors are behind the drill."
"Three hours!" Chase scoffed, "I can do this in three minutes. Real men don't need to take time to do things, we can use our brute force."
"ha ha," the nurse nervously laughed, assumingthat Chase was joking.
Sadly, he was not.
Chase placed the drill at the designated point on the girl's skull and turned on the drill.
No one could have been prepared for the horrible mess of blood and brains that exploded from Chase's drill. The nurse let out a petrified scream and fainted. Other hospital staff rushed to take the drill from Chase's hands while still others ran from the room to alert doctors Cameron and Foreman who were in the lab going over tests during the procedure.
For a moment the room was nearly silent, save for the endless, drawn out beep of the machines, signally death. Only Chase and the unconscious nurse kept the lifeless girl on the table company.
That strange moment of peace was broken, however, as Cameron flung the doors of the operating room open and rushed inside.
"Chase! What have you done?" she cried.
Two warm naked bodies on a bed of satin. Thrusting and groaning and moaning and screaming. His hands in her hair, the dark curls scattered around her face. Her lips open in a moan of pleasure. He was seeing it happen...He and Cuddy. House kissed her neck and her chest and her sweet breasts, his hands running wild, caressing her. The beautiful curves of her body were his to explore. it felt so real. House had had erotic dreams before but never quite like that! He didn't want the dream to end but it was all broken so quickly by the sound of ringing in his ears. He awoke, his loins burning and his pants feeling very tight. He reached for the phone. He had just come home for a nap and had been having the most amazing dream ever. Whoever had called him deserved at good talking to! But then, maybe there was news about the patient. He answered the phone, irritated.
"House!" It was Cameron's voice. She sounded very upset. between her sobs he could only make out a few words "Chase...the patient...the biopsy...dead..."
"Cameron, what? slow down! calm down! just tell me what happened!" House coaxed.
"Chase killed the patient!" Cameron cried, breathlessly.