Author's Note: I didn't know where I was going with this story, but thanks to an idea from luvhouse5 I decided to make it into a series of moments they share in their little hiding spot. I know of two more I want to write, but I'd like to have five total, so any suggestions for other moments would be great! Anyway, this one is set near the end of season 3 after Act Your Age, but I don't know how exactly the timeline works with one of the events. The important thing, though, is that it's sometime during the "Tuesday" stage.

Disclaimer: (Do I still have to put this on every chapter?) I don't own House, obviously.

"Cameron. Where's the wombat?"

She glared at him - he knew perfectly well she and Chase were no longer involved. "I don't know, House. I've barely seen him all day." The team had no current case, so Cameron and Foreman had spend most of the morning sitting around the Diagnostics conference room drinking coffee and working Sudoku puzzles.

"Well, time's a-wasting!" House said, although they were all aware there was nothing to do. "Foreman - take this and go do my clinic hours." The neurologist rolled his eyes as he caught the name tag, but he was so bored he didn't even complain. "Cameron, go locate the sulking Brit."

"Why would he be sulking? And what do you have to do?" She didn't really know why she bothered; it wasn't like she was going to get a straight answer.

"I will be making good use of our hard-earned new furniture." He settled on the recently purchased couch with a self-satisfied smirk. House's latest power play with Cuddy had been fairly successful - she budgeted him enough money to replace about half of the furniture he told her he'd thrown out. This was exactly what he wanted, and much to Cuddy's frustration, he promptly brought back in much of the old to supplement the new. "As to Chase's issue...I'm surprised you don't know."

Cameron was momentarily stumped by his lack of wisecrack - then it hit her. "Oh..." She turned and quickly left the conference room.

Idiot! She berated herself. Even House remembered! How could you have forgotten the anniversary of his father's death? Chase rarely talked about him, and she knew the two hadn't been close, but he'd still taken the news hard. At the time she didn't know him well enough to offer much comfort, and through their unemotional "relationship" she'd never ever brought up his father. It made sense, though, for this day to be a hard one for him.

Where would he go? She knew he was here. He stopped in that morning just long enough to find out they had absolutely nothing to do, then disappeared. Neither she nor Foreman gave much thought to his absence; they assumed he was hanging around the ER or NICU or flirting with the Peds nurses again. Cameron headed down to the Intensive Care floor, although she doubted she'd find him there. After a quick sweep of that and Pediatrics, she paused to think. Locker room? Feeling a sense of urgency, she opted to descend the two flights of stairs instead of waiting for an elevator. Ignoring the fact that it was a men's locker room, she pushed open the door and was disappointed to find it empty. Where else is there in this hospital to be alone? Basement...cafeteria...morgue... - of course! There was only one place she could think of Chase would seek out as a refuge.

Knowing she had a long way to go, Cameron still chose to take the stairs. She nearly ran the four flights back to Diagnostics, but instead of turning out of the stairwell there, she ascended one more level. Emerging into the gloomy drizzle on the roof, she prayed she was right.

Only some of the team's old furniture had gone back to the conference room - a few pieces remained where House had hidden them because he was, of course, too lazy to move them until he had to. The renovation project blocking off one wing of the top floor had reached a standstill when hospital funds were needed elsewhere, so no one was likely to notice a ratty stray couch abandoned on the balcony. Cameron crossed to the section of the roof above the construction area and peeked over the edge.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar blonde head cradled in muscular arms. "Chase?" she called tentatively, and he looked up and sighed.

"Did you tell House?"

"No." She knew he'd rather their boss not know the location of his hiding place. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," he said, but his tone and posture said otherwise. Resigned to confronting her mild fear of heights once again, she slipped off her impractical heels and swung one leg over the rail. Halfway over, she found herself straining to reach the ledge below without loosening her death grip on the metal. She heard a rueful chuckle from below, and his hand guided her foot to its hold. "I've got you," he assured her, and she eased herself down until he steadied her and she was standing on the balcony.

"Thanks," she said, slightly embarrassed. She leaned back and studied his face. "House sent me to find you."

"Figures - " His expression clearly said he'd hoped she came just because she cared.

"But I'm not going to tell him I did." He bit his lip, debating what she meant by this. She broke eye contact and stepped over to the familiar couch, tugging his hand as she passed so he'd sit down next to her. After a moment, she looked back at him and touched his arm gently. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard."

Chase stared at his hands and paused before speaking. "I didn't even know him. There's no reason I should mourn the fact he's been gone a year - I didn't see him for ten years before that."

"Grief isn't logical," she murmured. "Don't let anyone - especially yourself - tell you what you should or shouldn't be feeling."

He nodded slowly, gazing out into the melancholy clouds as regretful tears welled up in his eyes. She slipped an arm around him and felt him shake with silent sobs.

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