Chapter 5- Bugged

Disclaimer- Me no own House or Charmed

AN- Sorry I took so long to update, I had major writers block and then I had a panic attack about the story progressing to quickly on all fronts but the Chase/House one… So get ready all you romantics!

In Cuddy's Office: Bold

Chase ran his hands nervously through his hair as he walked to Dr. Cuddy's office, what did Cuddy mean Melinda Halliwell? She has been dead for three years. How is that even possible? He closed his eyes to focus on being calm before he entered the office.

"Hello I'm Dr. Chase, "he said in a monotone voice that he reserved for particularly moronic clinic patients when he was suddenly attacked by a hug, and looked at the woman hugging him.

"You are not Melina," he said frankly, dislodging her arms from his body, "You are Paris."

"Sorry, I had to get your attention, and for a second I forgot that she…" then she stopped suddenly realizing who she was talking to. Chase took this time to look her over, she looked like a carbon copy of her mother Phoebe, her hair was short and clean she was wearing a dark blue pant suit.

"No worries I already chewed her out about that," the other woman said. Phyera had long brown hair and was wearing blue jeans and a simple top.

"So why are you here?" he questioned, looking deep into their brown eyes.

"Oh you know why…" she started

Diagnostic Departments Room

As soon as Chase had left the room House walked to his desk and pulled out a speaker.

"What on earth is that for?" Cameron asked looking at her boss (and crush) like he had a diabolical plan to take over the world.

"This is so we can see what the littlest wombat is talking about with those women," he said trying to find the channel when they heard Chase's voice over the speaker.

"So why are you here?" they heard him say.

"Oh you know why…" one of the women said rather cryptically.

"Wait," Chase said softly, "I think this room is bugged," everyone in House's diagnostic department took a sharp breath and glanced at each other, how did he know?

"Yeah, we know. But we don't have time to get rid of it, so we just won't go into detail," another woman said briskly.

"Fine, continue," Chase said with a bored voice.

"You need to help us Chase, Wyatt is growing stronger by the day. He is killing everyone who is trying to block his path, it is practically a genocide," one of the women said. House nearly choked on his coffee hearing that.

"You know I can't help, what am I supposed to do?" Chase said sharply.

"What are you supposed to do? You are the only person who can stand up to Wyatt and won't be killed! You know the infrastructure of his 'empire'," everyone in the room heard the mocking bitterness the woman put on those words; "you know how he reacts to things. For the love of god you grew up with him!" this caused a shock wave of gasps as that bit of information was reviled, House just looked on calmly his eyes burning with curiosity.

"Yes that is all true, but what do you want me to do? Kill him? You know I can't do that! And he can't be stopped any other way!" Chase exclaimed his voice bitter and shell shocked. The people in the room were now so incredibly curious as to what was going on and what the story was.

"Why are you so damned stubborn about not killing him? He killed your mother, your sister our mother, Aunt Paige! Why won't you help us get rid of him?" the woman asked. House, Cameron and Foreman were equally curious on that last point.

"Because he is all I have left! Tell me, what good would it do to kill my last family member? He is all I have left," Chase said, his voice broken and hurt.

"We understand that sweetie, but this is about the greater good. This is about people dying!" the woman said, "Think about the family he helped you lose then think about what you will have left. Time is running out." The woman continued.

"This is ridiculous," Chase said.

"Your ridiculous," one of the women said.

"No, your ridiculous."

"You are."

"Nuh-huh you are!"

"You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met."

"I don't even have to meet the entire population of the planet to know that you are by far the most ridiculous."

"Well you—"

"Would you guys shut up!?" the other woman interjected finally.

"We don't have much more time here, so if you decide to come with," there is a loud tearing sound, "here is the address."

Chase heaved a heavy sigh and walked out with the two girls watching them disappear into a flurry of slivery blue lights.

What on earth was he supposed to do? He really was quite young, the body he was in? Sure, closer to thirty. But Chris, the man he used to be was only twenty two when he turned. His muscular legs carried him swiftly and painlessly back to the room where he knew his co-workers had listened in on their intimate conversation. He could only imagine what hell House would put him through; he also knew that House hates it when a case gives him more questions than answers.

He saw the clear class doors of the Diagnostic Department loom into view and, on a whim took a sharp left into the men's bathroom. Giving a quick glance around he walked into one of the stalls and closed his eyes, focusing on Chris Halliwell in his mind.

"This is much better," he said running his long thin fingers through his shaggy brown hair, his long lanky frame immediately feeling more comfortable to him then Robert Chase's more muscular form.

Closing his eyes again reluctantly he formed back into the blond mans self and stepped out rubbing his face, not noticing his boss had walked in and was standing directly in front of him causing a collision. "Sorry… I didn't see you—House?" He said, apologizing before he realized exactly who it was he had bumped into.

House stared down at him his deep penetrating blue eyes seeping deep into Chase's soul, "Is there a problem?"

"You bugged the room," Chase said curtly, "why?"

"Because I like spying on Cuddy, who knew it would have other uses?" He said rolling his eyes at the youngest duckling.

"I understand that you are curious House, hell if the roles were reversed I would be too," Chase paused taking a deep breath, "but you need butt out. The more involved you are in what is going on the more likely it is that you will be hurt."

House looked at the man in shock, "and what exactly is 'going on'?"

Chase groaned, "You are relentless. Not kidding, just leave this one mystery alone House. You'll be happy you did."

House moved closer, their chests touching, Chase's plump lips looking particularly inviting, "and if I got involved in someone else?" House said smirking at the shocked yet amused look on the Aussie's face.

"Well… You'd better hope that someone is in your league," Chase said swiftly pushing past House's tall frame and out of the bath room, his eyes twinkling at the slight sound of shock he heard from House as he pushed past.