So here is a new story I thought of for a while now. I was not sure if I was ever going to write a new House story but here it is and I am excited to get back into writing Chase again. I hope you are interested to read it, please enjoy!

Getting up in the morning, Robert Chase was worried that his day was still going to be the same as the last few days. It would be another day spend in the clinic. The last few days he had done so many hours that he had done all the hours he had to do this week, but he had missed so many hours before when they had had a case, so he did not want to complain to Cuddy about it now.

Getting showered and ready, he grabbed one of the colored ties out of the closet, making sure it matched with his shirt and getting ready, walking to the kitchen. He was starving for breakfast and wanted to make his lunch as well.

TimTam the cat was sitting on the kitchen table, enjoying the morning sun. A few months ago he had found him on a ledge by his bedroom window. The cat had suddenly been there and seemed very thin and neglected. He had taken him in and even though TimTam hated him, they were roommates now. He had thought about bringing TimTam to a shelter, but he was alone ever since he and Cameron got divorced. Suddenly the grumpy, silly cat was a welcome addition to his apartment.

He got some food ready for her and put it on the table next to her. Annoyed she rolled over and started to eat. For a moment she seemed to acknowledge and like Chase, even if it was only for the food.

''Yeah, someday you will start loving me.'' He laughed as he tickled her on her head.

Making his lunch, TimTam was even asking for some attention.

Even though Allison had always wanted a cat, he had never gotten one since he was not to sure about a pet since they were away from home so much. Now that they were divorced he did miss having somebody around to care about.

Packing his lunch, he got to his car.

Even tough he was sure that there was no case, he wanted to be at the hospital as early as possible. He liked being there. After years of working for House, he was getting used to house's quirks and he started to appreciate him as his boss. He always had looked up to the man for his talent in medicine, but he was glad to be back on the team as well because he liked his coworkers.

On the way to the hospital he picked up some coffee as well.

Walking towards the diagnostics department, he was hoping to see there was a case. Even though he had to do his clinic duty and did not mind doing it, it was getting annoying after a few days. Working for House, he had started to love the puzzles, and he hoped that there would be one soon.

It was one of those weeks where House deemed every case uninteresting. It was alright since it gave them all some time to work on their backed up clinic duty. He checked in the office, just quickly. House was watching General hospital on this small TV and he left. The team wasn't even here and he figured that most of them were already in the clinic.

Knocking on the door at House's office, the man looked up.

''No case?''

''No, just for you alone.'' House said sarcastic.

''Sorry, would love to have endless clinic duty.'' Chase said equally sarcastic.

''isn't it a shame for you that I am the department head.'' House said with a funny face and Chase just nodded. Closing the door, he started making his way to the clinic. Walking in there and wanting to grab a file, he saw the rest of the team.

''Looks like another day in the clinic.'' Chase sighed.

''My wife asked if I could stay home for once, I said we might have a case…I don'[t know what I was thinking.'' Taub admitted. Foreman and Thirteen looked equally bored and each picked out a file.

Walking into one of the examination room, there was small man sitting on the examination table.

''Alright, mr. Jones, how can I help you?'' He said friendly as he walked inside.

''I think I hurt my knee at the gym.'' The man said as Chase closed the door behind him.

''Alright, can you tell me what happened?'' Chase asked friendly as he sat down across from the man.

''I was getting ready to do leg pressed and suddenly my knee really started to hurt.'' The man said meekly.

''Crack, pop?'' Chase asked unsure because the man was not giving him enough details.

''Both.''

Chase frowned for a second, carefully pressing on the knee but there was still no response from the man.

''How bad is the pain on the scale from 1 tot 10?''

''An 8'' He said and Chase still looked a bit confused as the man did not seem in that much pain.

''Are you sure? Did you walk in here.'' Chase asked unsure. He did not seem in too much discomfort. Even though he did not want to say the man was not in pain because he could not be sure, but he did think it was overreacted. He wouldn't say that to the man always look at tests first, but he was pretty sure that there was something odd with this man.

''Are you really here for your knee?'' Chase asked then. Even though he usually was a lot better about patients that were bullshitting him, he was already a bit annoyed by working in the clinic non-stop. This man wasting his time only made it worse.

''I need you to write out a prescription for OxyContin''

Chase huffed, letting out a little chuckle.

''I think you realize I can't do that.'' He said as he wanted to walk to the door and the button to call security. This had not been the first time he had had a patient that was obviously looking for drugs.

Honestly, looking at this man that seemed to unsure about what he was doing and he felt the man was just making a mistake. Not wanting to make it even worse him, he just wanted to let him go for now.

Even in Melbourne it had happened a lot during his first years of working in the hospital. Usually it was a bit harder to find out what they were after. Even though he did not want to chuckle before, the way the man had just said this had made it a bit funny. As if Chase would just give him the drugs like that.

Honestly, this man just seemed like a bit of an impressionable idiot that had no clue what he was doing. Passing the chart to his other hand, he got ready to press the button to call security. Even though the man seemed harmless, Chase liked the back up, just to be sure. Even though nothing had happened to him, he had not forgotten about the patient that had threatened Thirteen.

''Hands up.''

His hand outstretched, almost at the security button, he looked at the patient.

The man had gotten off the examination table and turned around, holding a gun up towards Chase.

''I said hands up! Don't you even think about pressing that button.'' He said. For a second, Chase thought about pressing the button. But there was no way he could press that button before the man would shoot at him. Dropping the chart from his hands and backing off from the door, the man checking if the door was locked. He did so then when he found out it was not locked. Chase looked around, hoping that there would be a way to alarm somebody in a different way.

''Changed you mind already?'' The man said, walking Chase's way with the gun.

His hands still up, trembling, he was looking at the man.

''You know –''

''I don't know, all I know is you are going to give me those drugs!'' The man snarled as he put the gun on Chase's chest.

Closing his eyes, Chase hoped this hell would soon be ever.

And here was the first chapter. Poor Chase, always in danger when I am writing! I hope you liked this chapter of setting up this story and please let me know with a review what you think about this and if you want to see more!