Exchange
Chapter 3-Vacation
Authors Notes: So..doing my math, and planning...Learning to Fall has only 6 chapters left. It will end on an even Chapter 20. (and damn, chapter 20 is getting close). So left is this, Exchange. Which will be very short, probably 5 or 6 chapters honestly. So here's a long due update.
Notice-This does dig a little bit into House's racism/whatever you want to call it. Just so you can't say you weren't warned. (Don't say he's not. White board, black marker? Yeah. Exactly)
Josie's on a vacation far away, come around and talk it over. So many things that I want to say, you know I like my girls a little bit older...
Cranking the stereo a bit more, House smirked at Cameron, who currently sat with her arms crossed in the front seat of the yukon. House debated with himself a few minutes, before deciding that she was rather cute when she was mad.
Grissom had given him the SUV upon the teams landing in Vegas. It was only mid afternoon, and they had the whole night ahead of them. House's smirk grew. Two whole nights in Vegas.
Grissom occasionally came into Princeton, as they sometimes treated patients from Las Vegas. Princeton was an elite hospital after all. His eyes shifted back to Cameron, who still sat mad. She'll warm up, House thought, spying their exit and drifting towards it.
Chase sat bitterly in the backseat, a half eaten bag of cheetos between he and Foreman. House had one good leg, and still managed to get behind the wheel.
House grinned, glancing into the rear view mirror. "At least daddy didn't make a phone call to get you this job," he piped falsely enthused. Chase rolled his eyes, continuing to stare out of the window.
"Come on Foreman, I gave the map quest directions to you for a reason," House urged. He was waiting on Foreman to relay the next directions to them so they could get to Grissom's house. Which is where they should be staying on off time. Although House had other plans.
Foreman rolled his eyes, "Left on Washington. And why did you give me the directions? Why doesn't Cameron have them, she's in the front seat."
House sighed, "It should have been obvious, Brit boy can't find his way out of a paper bag, and Cameron's busy pouting."
On cue, at the same time Chase clarified, "Australian.", as Cameron argued, "I'm not pouting!" House grinned, "See?" he asked Foreman.
Letting his brakes grind against the gravel, he pulled into the driveway of Grissom's house. He shut the yukon off, and glanced around humming to himself. Some Catherine broad was supposed to pick them up. Damn women. Always late.
It was at that second, House jumped. Although, he would never admit he did. A woman with strawberry blond hair peered at him from the opposite side of the window.
"Willows?" he grunted, and Catherine nodded. Opening the door, he prodded the driveway with his cane before finally ambling out.
Catherine eyes his cane, eyebrows raised, "We'll take mine. Get in." House smirked, glancing back to Chase, "Get in. Women say that to me a lot."
Chase looked at Foreman with a disgusted look as Cameron rolled her eyes.
Soon though, Cameron felt very awkward, her arms pressed to her sides. To one side of her, Chase. Foreman was on the other side.
The ride was strangely silent, as they arrived at the LV crime lab. An attractive man with short black hair was waiting for them. "Nick Stokes," he grinned, offering his hand to Dr. Cameron first.
She smiled, her cheeks flushing as she shook his hand, "Allison Cameron." Observing this, House smirked once more, pushing his way past Stokes, "Save your time, unless your from another continent, she's not interested."
So he was still bitter over Chase and Cameron's hookups. What a way to make it obvious, Cameron thought as she rolled her eyes
"So when do I get the gun?" House asked Catherine Willows eagerly. Her eyes shifted nervously to Chase, although Chase's eyes were temporarily locked to the sight of the slight cleavage revealed by Catherine's V necked top.
Choosing only to nod, "I'll be right back," she motioned, giving the pair a weird look as she left the room, leaving House and Chase alone in the lab.
House glanced about, nothing catching his eyes much. "She's got great legs," Chase muttered. "I heard she was a stripper," House nodded, shifting impatiently as he waited.
Nick appeared before Catherine though, "I guess Dr. Cameron's going to stay and work on some lab work with Catherine. You two, Dr. Foreman and I have been called to a scene," he said, slightly amused.
"Where theres, a body?" Chase swallowed. He had a fear of dead bodies. No big deal. Nick nodded. Chase squinted his eyes, "Is it bad?"
Foreman grinned from beside Stokes. For a doctor, Chase certainly had a weak stomach. Kind of ironic.
"Victim was shot on a basketball court, we're going with the coroner to pick the body up and get the evidence," Nick said, holding the door open for the group to follow.
"I bet you the shooter was black," House said assured. Race was an ongoing topic with House, Foreman thought to himself. Foreman rolled his eyes, "And you still won't admit your racist?"
"I'm not racist, I just believe in stereotypes," House said matter of factly.