AN- Hey… It has been a while. Sorry it took me so long to update. And thank you all for reviewing and keeping me on task. I have this nasty habit of leaving stories halfway to do "something better."

Also if anyone interesting and interested in beta-ing this story… possibly stories in the future you know how to reach me.

Also when ever Chris/Chase is in his Chris form he will be referred to as Chris and vice versa. And every time his name is mentioned in a magical context it will be Chris.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN… IF I OWNED THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED

Chapter 6-

"Cole!" Chase hissed under his breath trying to get the attention of the tall man in front of him sitting calmly in the pews of the church.

"Wha—who's there?" the man slurred slumping even more in his seat. Not that anyone could see behind his thick robes.

"Chris," Chase said softly trying to keep the Australian accent out of his speech.

Cole jumped up in a drunken stagger causing the clergy men to look at him oddly, Chase just gave them a 'what you going to do?' look and walked Cole out of the area.

"Chris is dead! Dead like Phoebe," Cole said his eyes filling with tears. Chase gave the man an exasperated look.

"How much have you had?" he asked looking pointedly at the cleverly concealed bottle of whiskey in the arm sleeve of his robe.

"Enough to hallucinate apparently… because Chris was never blonde," Cole said looking worriedly at the bottle as if perhaps he really had lost his mind.

Chase gave him a long suffering sigh and looked around not seeing anyone he quickly and morphed himself back into his natural state taking an instant of pleasure at being at his own height with his own shaggy brown hair, "There, happy?"

"Chris?" Cole said looking at Chris with shock and awe.

"Yes Chris, but I don't have much time. I need your help," Chris said.

"Chris- the-super-witch-Halliwell needs my help?" Cole said his low voice full of humor.

"Oh ha ha… I have an employer who is…" Chris started.

"Who is an ass hole?" Cole filled in, "Can I kill him?"

"No! He is inquisitive and Wyatt is being particularly annoying. I need your help, if you could alert me before Wyatt comes into town…"

"You would be forever grateful," Cole said taking a swig of his whiskey, "sure kid. You're all I have left, I'll help you."

"Thank you so much Cole!" Chris said giving Cole a hug wrinkling his nose at the smell of him, "you know what? Maybe you'd better come home with me."

"I can take care of myself Chrissy," Cole said reverting to Chris's old childhood nickname.

"Whatever you say Cole," he said grabbing his arm and orbing them both out of the empty Church corridor.

The next morning Chris woke up thankful that it was a day off for the team. He had traveled all the way to Italy to find Cole and now just wanted some well deserved sleep.

You're so vain,

You probably think this song is about you.

You're so vain…

Chase's phone rang out his personalized ringtone for House. He always thanked his lucky stars that House never found out about it. The amount of torture he was sure he would get could not fit the crime but in House's eyes it didn't really matter.

"House?" Chase said his voice full of Australian accent, "Why are you calling on our day off?"

"Because Wombat, I am outside your apartment," House said hanging up promptly after that.

"Wha—"Chase said looking at his phone in confusion, when he heard a swift knock on his cherry wood door.

Cole who had been sleeping on his couch sat up blearily. Chase gave him a look that said go back to sleep and he walked toward his door and opened it almost surprised to actually see House standing right outside his boat.

"Hello Chase," House said running his eyes over his body. Chase was suddenly very aware that he had rolled out of bed in his boxers.

"What are you doing here House?" Chase said tiredly.

"You are going to make me breakfast," House said walking in giving a pointed look to the man sleeping on his couch.

"House… today is my day off," Chase said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Really? I thought you were just ditching today, you should have seen Cuddy's face when she realized her favorite piece of ass wasn't going to be there today," House said limping to Chase's kitchen and grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl in the center of the table.

"House…" Chase growled growing steadily more impatient, "leave."

"Fine, Wombat," House said walking out, "Just thought you might want to know that Wyatt stopped by in the hospital again," House said exiting with a snicker.

"Wait!" Chase said calling after him knowing he couldn't leave his apartment until he was decent, "Cole… what does he mean? Do you think he really is?"

Despite the fact that Chase was talking directly to him Cole was in a deep slumber on the couch. Chase looked at him with distain before telekinetically throwing Cole on the floor with a loud thump.

"Wha' was that?" Cole said his voice slurred and rough with sleep.

"Get your ass in the underworld right now! Apparently Wyatt might be in town… again."

"Why don't you do it?" Cole said turning over to fall asleep again when he sat up, "Wait… you can't do it you're Chris," Cole said.

"You are really smart in the morning," Chase said getting a cup of coffee before he went back into his bed room to get ready.

"Chrissy," Cole said his voice still scratchy, "where's your Advil?"

"Second cabinet on the left, the cabinet next to all the Athames," Chase said from his bathroom. The sound of rushing water stopped and he quickly got dressed in a pair of casual jeans and a tee-shirt.

"So what's the plan?" Cole said finally able to think strait.

"We will head down together," Chris said holding his hand up to stop the retort that was about to leave Cole's lips, "Don't worry I'll go incognito."

"Oh really?" Cole said smirking.

"Yes really," Chris said in a suddenly in a woman's voice. Standing there before Cole was a woman with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her name, if Cole remembered correctly, in demon circles is simply The Seductress. Although Chris had killed her nearly five years ago none of the demons had ever found out mostly because when Chris needed information… he already had the perfect costume.

"Let's go," Chris said flipping his now long and blond hair over his shoulder.

"Whatever you say," Cole said staring at his nephews now small feminine ass.

"Cole… really?" Chris said looking disappointed, "you realize I am still a man right?"

"Mmhmmm…." He said now staring at her chest.

"Hey buddy, my eyes are up here," Chris said, "I have a sudden appreciation for how much Bianca had to deal with from me…"

"Right, sorry. It's just been a long time…." Cole said, "Now off to the underworld."

"That's right Toto…"Chris said, changing his hair so it was in two neat braids.

"Funny… so I guess you are the one looking for a heart?" Cole said.

"Just like you're the one looking for some brains," Chris swiftly retorted.

"Come on Dorothy, we have work to do," Cole said finally grabbing Chris's arm and shimmering them both down into the dank caverns of the underworld.