Here with chapter two! Enjoy, and keep up the reviews!! Oh, and sorry about the bold font… my program was a little messed up!

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Chapter Two: Encounter

Cameron and Foreman were bouncing ideas back and forth on a case when House arrived.

"Ever thought it might be, oh, I don't know, an infection?" It was becoming one of his favorite sayings. Cameron outright growled at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Feeling frisky are we?" Cameron ignored him.

"Not infection again," she said. Foreman nodded in agreement. House walked over to the whiteboard and picked up his marker.

He opened hi mouth and was about to say something when Chase banged the door open, sat down in a chair, and outright glared over at House.

Cameron and Foreman exchanged puzzled glances. House stood there for a moment studying the scowling young man.

"So," he continued after a pause, flicking his cane up at the whiteboard covered in symptoms, "I think it's an infection." He narrowed his eyes over at Chase. "What do you think?"

"I think you're right," Chase responded simply. House visibly deflated. Where was the fun in this game?

Foreman settled back in his chair preparing himself to ignore them. Cameron leaned forwards, sensing a whole story written between the lines.

"Alright," said House, taking it in stride. "Do what you have to do then." He turned to walk away.

"And what would that be?" Chase asked right back at him. House turned around and cocked his head.

"Check her lungs." It was on.

"We already did that," Chase said defiantly. House cursed himself inside his head. How could he have forgotten this?

"Then do it again," he shot back rather pathetically. Chase smiled humorlessly and walked out, quickly followed by the other two.

Chase had won.

House grit his teeth in minor frustration. Hoisting his cane, he made his way to the door. He needed to wheedle information out of Wilson.

He had made it a total of two steps when Cuddy's voice stopped him.

"House." He grimaced, his back still to her. He turned with a fake smile plastered across his face.

"Dr.Cuddy, how nice it is to see you! Why, is that a new sweater? How magnificent it is, a real winner. Did you have to shop at the 'We like cleavage store'?"

"Cut the crap House. You have clinic duty." House's mouth twitched.

"Joy," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Have fun," she said in response. She waggled her fingers in a playful good bye wave that had House growling as he limped away.

Wilson would have to wait. After all, he had orders from the mistress.

He snorted at the thought and kept walking.