a/n: Okay, when I said 'moving day', did anyone think I was going to be able to do that in one chapter? Nope. Here is the first chapter of the moving saga. I really don't know how many it will take, probably just one more, but maybe two. Anyway, I think you will find this a nice fluffy and amusing one.

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"Why did we get such a big house?" Cameron asked, her shoes thumping on the hardwood floor. The sound reverberated loudly through the vacant house since no objects were around to absorb the noise. "I don't remember it being this big."

"Seems a lot different when it's empty, doesn't it? Once we fill it up, it won't seem big enough." Chase had to admit it did look different empty, but still very charming and he was thrilled to have it. They had only gotten the keys to the place an hour ago, so he still had trouble grasping the place was theirs. The previous owners called a couple of days ago wanting to move up the closing three weeks. They eagerly agreed since it would give them a chance to ease into their new home.

When they reached the kitchen, a huge, well-decorated gift basket sat proudly on the island. Cameron grabbed the card and opened it. "Enjoy your new home, Bonnie."

"We'll have to let her come back and see the place once we get it decorated."

"You mean once we get something to sit on."

Chase laughed. "Yeah, that too."

He casually strolled into the family room, mentally picturing where the entertainment system was going to go. "Four months from now this place isn't going to be quiet like this."

Cameron let out a groan and held her bulging midsection. "I think they like it. Come here."

Chase came over and Cameron placed his hand on the site of activity. "Wow," he said, "this is the most powerful they've felt yet."

"Tell me about it. I think both of them are playing soccer."

"One is probably pounding on the other, fighting for space. They are already having sibling rivalry."

They took several more minutes to admire their new home. There were so many possibilities. Cameron nodded to the questions in her mind, realizing what was missing. "Well, before we move anything in here, we need rugs."

Chase hadn't thought of that, but he did remember each room having one when they saw the home. "Okay."

"We don't have a lot of time. We should go rug shopping this afternoon."

"How does that work? Shouldn't we pick out the furniture before we pick out the rugs?"

"We should pick out rugs and decorate each room based on that."

Chase scratched his head. "That limits our options a bit when it's time to pick out furniture, doesn't it?"

"New furniture limits our rug options."

"So it's a chicken or egg thing?"

Cameron wasn't in the mood for his confusion. "Stop it. You're making a bigger issue of this than you need to. It's simple. Rugs go in the room first than furniture. There's a store not too far from here."

"Why don't you just go? Whatever you pick is fine with me."

She folded her arms and gave him the trademark piercing glare. He plastered on his trademark fake smile. "I mean, it sounds like fun."

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Pamela rushed into the conference room, Fed Ex envelope in her hand. "Eric," she enthusiastically called out, "here are the final details."

"What does it say?" Foreman asked, wondering why his wife was holding back. Usually by now she'd be shouting out the results. It had been over a week since the meeting with Jerry, and they had been haggling over the details of his job offer. Pamela knew with any type of job negotiation, it was never wise to accept the first offer. She went home immediately after his verbal proposal and researched the proper salary ranges for that type of position. She accepted that given her lack of experience she would be on the low end of the range, but even the low end was a drastic jump from what she was making now.

"I don't know. This is so big, I thought we'd share it together."

"Don't just stand there then. I'm here, so open it!"

Pamela took a deep breath and moved her hand to the envelope seal. She paused, wondering how drastically her life was about to change. The first offer had a salary lower than the low figure, outstanding medical benefits (which was a forgone conclusion for a hospital system), and decent retirement plan options. The vacation and comp time sucked, so she focused her counteroffer on bumping the salary up and getting at least enough time off where she didn't end up in a mental institution from overwork. She was going to be an administrator for god sake, not a freaking doctor. No one was going to die if she decided to take off to the Bahamas for a week.

House and Wilson heard the commotion going on in the other room. It was pretty hard to miss since Pamela was not easy to ignore. "I think we need to be a part of this." House moved without warning to join Foreman and Pamela, which caused Wilson to roll his eyes and followed reluctantly in tow.

Pamela noticed the unwelcome arrivals. She paused to look at them both with disdain.

"Well…we're waiting." House said impatiently.

"Oh to hell with it, you aren't going to spoil my fun." Pamela ripped open the envelope and pulled out the packet inside. She made sure that only she and Foreman could see the contents of the top page spelling out the latest terms.

In unison, both of them moved their eyes down the page, silently mouthing key words contained in the letter. They reached the important part at the same time, both their eyes bulging out and jaws dropping so far they started drooling.

"I'm, er, how can I, uh, wow….I'm going to accept this now." Pamela shakily told Foreman.

"House, I quit." Foreman said and followed a rushing Pamela out the door.

House and Wilson watched them leave in shock, then turned to each other. "Think it was a good offer?" Wilson asked.

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The flooring store overwhelmed him as soon as he made it through the front entrance. The vast racks and plethora of selections were already messing with his desire, or increasing his lack of desire, for rugs. "Where do we start?" Chase asked.

"I'll start looking here, you take over there."

"How will I know what you like?"

"You pick something that you like. Show it to me and I'll give it approval or not."

Chase felt a trap coming. "It will likely be not. Really, I don't care what's on our floor. What you pick will make me happy."

Cameron's stern glare along with disapproving pout told him to shut up and do as he was told. "I'll be right over there."

Chase made his way over to a section of hanging rugs in the far corner of the store. While he was flipping through the less than eye appealing suggestions, he was surprised to find a small boy in between one of the rugs giggling.

"I didn't know this store sold small boys." He told the child with a surprised smile.

"Shhh, I don't want my mom to find me."

"Oh, well let me help you." Chase said, ready to play along. He closed the two rugs together to give the boy a nice hiding space. He paused for a few seconds, and then quickly opened the rugs again. "Are you still here?" he asked the boy, who laughed hysterically now. Chase closed the rugs again, and noticed movement at the bottom. He saw where the boy chose to hide next, and crept over to his position. There he pushed a rug out of the way, revealing the boy again. "I caught you!"

The boy's face was now red from giggling so much. He ducked behind the rugs and kept moving his position, only to be tracked down by Chase each time. They played their game for ten or fifteen minutes, when Chase heard a frantic voice calling out. "Jared! Where are you this time?"

She was startled to see Chase as she whipped around the corner. Chase smiled at her and pointed his finger toward the inside of the rugs. The woman rolled her eyes and yanked the boy out. "I can't take you anywhere."

The boy laughed harder and waved at Chase before being yanked around the corner by his mother. Chase held back his laughter until after they were clear out of sight. It wasn't long after that Cameron came around the corner. "Did you find anything?"

"I hadn't much chance to look. There was a boy in the rugs and we were playing."

Cameron rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. "I can't take you anywhere."

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"That was a productive afternoon." Cameron felt like she had made a major conquest.

"I suppose so." Chase also learned something else valuable today. Never take a pregnant woman to a rug store. He had no idea the add-on cost of scotchguarding was so much. Stains made by children will come out easy. They had Cameron hooked with that sell. He never believed any miracle product could do that.

Chase and Cameron noticed the unfamiliar pickup truck in their driveway. "Does that truck look familiar to you?" Cameron asked.

Chase shook his head, confused as she was. "Maybe someone coming to see the old owners?"

They didn't see anyone at the front door so they walked into the back to see if the visitor was there. That's when they heard strange noises coming from their patio room. "Is that laughing?" A perplexed Cameron asked.

They stepped into the room and found a set of used patio furniture and three familiar faces. "How did you get in here and why is your patio set in our screen room?" Chase asked.

"Great to see you too Robert." Pamela said holding a half empty glass of champagne and laughing herself silly. "We're celebrating and decided your house is where we wanted to do it."

Cameron looked at the set of furniture. "So you brought over your patio set?"

"Your patio set." Foreman corrected her. "We bought a much nicer one. Luckily Jamal was available with his truck.

Jamal waved at them with a devilish grin. "Yo, how's it goin' mama?"

Chase shook his head and laughed. "So, you always make a habit of breaking into people's homes so you can give them your old stuff?"

"Only people we know. Why, you've never done that before?" Pamela and Jamal swapped an 'I don't get it' look. "Besides, I didn't notice any furniture out here. We are filling a need."

"Oh, and we 'need' your old junky furniture." Chase said.

"Damn straight you do. It beats the concrete. Now sit and get some champagne before I toss you out of your own house for being boring." Pamela obviously had a few while waiting.

They sat and Cameron noticed the bottle of sparkling apple juice sitting next to the real stuff. It still made her want to hurl. "I thought you were working today?" Cameron asked Foreman, who was relaxing next to Pamela and slightly intoxicated himself.

"I called in rich." Foreman downed what was left in his glass and went for a refill.

"You got the offer?" Chase asked, pleased to hear this development.

"Uh, huh," Pamela said. "Let's just say I've got a house husband for a while."

"You're quitting now?" Cameron asked Foreman.

"I'll work my two weeks, and then I'll need to do the work necessary to get the practice going since our practice consultant is going to be too busy making me a crap load of money. I'm also changing the damn wall color."

Cameron laughed. "What color are you going for?"

"Dark grape."

His choice didn't get any rise out of Pamela. "You don't have a problem with this?" Cameron asked her.

"He can do whatever he damn well pleases. As a matter of fact, we can afford now to hire a painter to paint it a different color each month. Nothing is bothering me right now."

"No pain, no pain." Jamal said. "So do I get to hang out at your house for a while?"

"No!" Pamela and Foreman both said in unison.

"We need to have a toast. We have a lot to celebrate today." Chase said. Pamela enthusiastically agreed and made sure everyone's glasses were full.

"To good fortune." Chase said as they raised their glasses.

"Good fortune? How boring." Pamela complained. "To winning at life."

No one could argue with that and drank up.

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Chase heard the noise going on around him. It was a day off. Why wasn't he soundly sleeping? He opened his eyes to see Cameron frantically moving around the room. "What's up?

"We need to get packing. The movers will be here in a few days."

"More like next week. What's your hurry?"

"We have a ton to do, plus we still have jobs. This is the only day we have free to do this before the move."

Chase sunk his head back into the pillow. "I can't pack unless I'm well rested."

Cameron flashed that all too familiar look of contempt that seemed to have been permanently fixed on her face recently. Chase reluctantly got up. "Yes, let's get packing."

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Chase moped most of the way through emptying the dresser drawer. He made three piles, keep, give away, and don't pack yet. He didn't want to make any piles. He would prefer chucking it all in a box the morning the movers showed up. At least he was making Cameron happy.

Without warning, arms from behind him jerked him around and lips began devouring his mouth. He was once again caught with his guard down. How did she manage to do this to him? He should have expected this. This was the part of the pregnancy, especially a woman with twins, where the weight of the children let to increased blood flow down there. Her insatiable appetite for lust was worse than ever. They had to have 'lunch' together more these days and coming home usually resulted in an ambush. Still, given her mood from earlier, he wasn't expecting it. He surrendered though, knowing that once these children were born, he wouldn't be allowed to touch her for a very long time.

He tried to give himself time to warm up. He moved his lips slowly down her body, stopping at the sweet protrusion in her middle. He tried to kiss her there, but she had other ideas. She yanked him up and threw him on the bed, messing up the piles he had just created. "They don't need your attention yet. You're all mine." Cameron frigidly said before climbing on top of him and getting to work. He didn't have to worry about warming up anymore. When she got aggressive, he was good to go.

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"Robert! I need your help!"

Chase dragged himself out of the bedroom. Cameron had constantly interrupted him all day to where he wasn't getting anything done. So far packing was turning out to be a huge act of futility.

"Can you get this for me?"

He examined the large box she packed. "What's in here?"

"Medical books. I need you to move it over there in the corner."

"It looks pretty heavy."

"Someone needs to lift it, and it can't be me."

Chase looked at the pile of boxes across the room. He only had to move it a few feet. "Okay. I'll give it a try." He bent over and grabbed the bottom of the two opposite corners before jerking upward. The blood-curdling scream that came next had to have startled the entire complex.

"What happened?" A stunned Cameron asked as she kneeled to assist Chase, who was on the floor writhing in pain.

"Call an ambulance."

"Is it that bad? Let me look at you."

"Need Percocet."

"You're in that much pain? Where are you on the pain scale?"

"11!"

"It can't be that bad. If it was, Percocet wouldn't help. You'd need morphine."

"We…have…Perocet…in…the…bathroom…not…morphine." He muttered in between deep breaths and groans of pain.

"You need an injection. You'd pass out from too much pain before the Perocet kicked in."

"I need…I need…I need-" His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Cameron sighed over her unconscious spouse. "Wimp. You gave into the pain. Good thing you aren't having our babies. I guess I better get that ambulance now."

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Once the paramedics showed up with a shot of morphine, life was good again. His two minute fainting spell was his only known relief from the unbearable pain until that point.

"Where do you want to be transported Dr. Chase?" One of the paramedics asked.

"No hospital. I just need help getting to the couch."

The paramedic wasn't all that surprised by the answer. Doctors made the worst patients. "I don't think I need to tell you about the possible internal injuries."

"I hurt my back. I just need some rest."

"Why did you lose consciousness?"

"Because it hurt. It happens in cases of severe pain. My wife can prescribe some pain pills."

Cameron wasn't having any of that. "Oh I don't think so. He's going to Princeton Plainsboro."

"No I'm not."

"You can sign out of the hospital against medical advice later, but not until we scan for a ruptured abdominal viscera."

"I don't have an Inguinal Hernia!"

"Does your groin hurt?"

"Yes, but a back injury can cause that too."

Cameron was offended. "I went to medical school too and I'm surprised you would be this ignorant. These types of hernias can be stagnant for years and are very common in males. It's usually congenital. All it takes is something to aggravate it, like hmm, lifting an ungodly amount of weight?"

"You packed the damn box! Who the hell did you think I was, Hercules?!?" Chase stopped his shouting to wince in pain. The morphine took the edge off, but excitement aggravated his injury beyond the drug's reach. He took a breath and continued with a calmer tone. "A ruptured hernia shouldn't cause so much pain that I'd pass out."

"All the more reason to check for other complications."

Chase was ready to offer his counter argument, but the look on Cameron's unyielding face told him it was no use. "You check for it."

"Uh-hum," Cameron said to the paramedics, who turned around to give them privacy. Cameron unzipped his pants and lowered the band of his underwear to examine the groin. She spotted something and felt around a little, causing Chase squeamish discomfort. "There's a bulge."

"You sure you're not saying that to get me to go to the hospital?"

"You felt the pain. Go ahead, touch it yourself."

Chase dropped his head in defeat. "I believe you. Direct or Indirect?"

"Indirect."

"Damn." He zipped up his pants. "Why don't you can take me to the doctor tomorrow? This can be taken care of by a simple outpatient procedure."

"Can you get up and walk around?"

"No."

"Then you've got something else wrong with you."

The paramedics turned around, and both them and Cameron were glaring at him sternly with arms folded, awaiting his decision.

Chase reluctantly gave up. "Princeton Plainsboro."

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a/n: I start a 10 day vacation later this week, which involves a crap load of driving time. This will hopefully work to everyone's benefit, because I'll have my laptop with me and lots of free time to let the imagination run wild. Hopefully this will result in more frequent updates for a few weeks. No promises, but there's hope.