I was completely overwhelmed (in a good way. A very good way) by the response to Chapter 1 of this fic. Seriously guys, you have no idea how happy you made me. Make me happy again?

Disclaimer: House is not mine.

Claimer: Mandy is.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" a bewildered Chase asked as Cameron climbed out of the car.

"Yes," she responded quickly. She didn't ask Chase to follow, just took off at a sprint towards the building. He decided to follow anyway, locking up his car before heading into the Princeton Police Department.

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When he walked in he saw a frantic Cameron talking to the officer at the front desk. After a few moments the officer nodded and led the way to another part of the building. Chase's curiosity got the better of him and he trailed a little ways behind them.

The three went down a flight of stairs and wound up in what appeared to be the holding area. It occurred to Chase that he had never been in a jail cell before. Yes, he'd had some close calls with the law, but thanks to daddy dearest, he had never actually been arrested and forced to sit behind bars.

Chase looked around and tried to figure out which of the detainees had called Cameron. Who was it? A friend? A family member? House? He shivered at the prospect of the third option, but was relieved to find that House was not the one in jail this time.

"Allie!"

"Mandy!"

A young blonde woman in a very short skirt and tank top jumped up from the bench inside the cell and ran to the bars, where Cameron was standing.

"Thank you so much for coming!" the blonde said, sounding very relieved.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Cameron had jumped right into that maternal mode. But Chase was standing there, trying to figure out who this girl was. She obviously wasn't Cameron's daughter; they looked to be about the same age. They didn't look all that much alike, so that ruled out a sister…

"Can we just get out of here?"

Cameron nodded and the same officer that brought her down led her back up to where the necessary paperwork was taken care of. Cameron paid the bond and this girl, this Mandy, was brought back up to meet her.

The two women hugged. Still, Chase was standing a few feet away trying to figure out whom the woman was. She was obviously very close to Cameron, which came as a bit of a shock, considering she looked very different from his colleague. Mandy looked like she was your typical NYC party girl, with no care for responsibility. Chase had always viewed Cameron as very uptight. Mandy was her polar opposite.

The girls had pulled apart and Mandy was now looking at Chase with a puzzled look on her face. Cameron noticed the source of the confusion and motioned for Chase to come a little closer.

"Mandy this is my co-worker, Robert Chase. Chase, this is my sister, Mandy."

She was her sister? How was that possible? Half-sister, maybe, but there was no way this girl could share so many of the same genes as Cameron.

"Hey," Mandy said in a friendly tone, smiling at the Australian. He smiled back and shook her hand. "Sorry that my sister had to pull you out of bed at this hour too,"

"Naw, don't worry about it," Chase lied. Truthfully, he was exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to get back to sleep, but he figured that answer might score some brownie points with Cameron.

"So, you must be exhausted, let's go home," Cameron said.

"Yes please," Mandy replied.

The two girls headed out the door and Chase followed. They got to the car and he drove them back to Cameron's. The ride was silent the whole way. Chase had a million questions he wanted to ask, but didn't have the guts. He figured Cameron would just shoot him down, so he opted to keep them to himself.

From the backseat, Mandy watched her sister and her co-worker, who were completely ignoring each other's existence. She found it almost amusing, and it was obvious to her that something was going on there. You don't rush out of bed at three in the morning for just anybody.

When they got out of the car, Chase and Cameron looked at each other, and stood there awkwardly.

"Well, thanks for the ride, Chase. See ya tomorrow," Cameron turned to walk back inside.

He didn't think she would invite him back in. He had his clothes on, he'd been her chauffeur, they obviously weren't going to have sex again, his work there was done. He just couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that she had just rubbed him off like that, so quickly. He couldn't deny it. He wanted to be more to her than just a bed romping partner.

"Yeah, sure, tomorrow," Chase answered faintly when Cameron was already out of earshot.