::Summery: On a B&E, Chase finds himself trapped, now its up to House and co to rescue him. Established Chouse (Chase/House)

::Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own imagination.

::Chouse sounds like Louse: Story is named for something that appears in second chapter, and was my inspiration::

When I Think About You:1 Break In.

"Doctor Chase!" Chase looked up, knowing it had come to that stage of the diagnosing. "Go forth and track down the vital missing piece of evidence." Chase put on a long suffering look as he headed to the door to break into another house.

House gazed contemplatingly at the retreating form of his fellow, and lover. Since he had woken up he had had an inexplicable feeling of unease when looking at the blonde man. However, House was not a one to be cowardly, and it was Chase's turn on B&E duty today. He still couldn't help the twinge in his stomach as Chase turned out of view.

::I ::T ::M ::S

Chase drove steadily to the patients house, who was experiencing a strange range of symptoms that he was hoping to be able to spread some light on. The radio was telling him about the huge pile up on one of the major roads that was currently using up most of the 911 facilities. Turning the depressing talk off as he pulled in he took his first look at the residence.

The cottage was old and had plants overgrowing it. Chase expected some kind of mould was a likely cause now.

He entered through a creaking wooden door, noticing that the house seemed much larger on the inside. Everything seemed to be made of wood and a rickety looking staircase led to the upstairs floor. Deciding to check the downstairs first he soon found several colonies of mould growing merrily under the sink. Collecting all the samples he re-entered the large hallway/sitting room.

Chase gulped as he eyed the stairway looming before him, none too keen to venture up. However, he knew better then to leave the job half done, even if he was House's boyfriend, he was still held accountable for mistakes.

Carefully he begun to assent, making sure not to tread in the middle of the stairs that was weakest. They creaked horribly as he moved, but did not break as he made it to the top.

Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding he begun to move down the upper landing. His relief was short lived however as a door opened ahead of him. Having nowhere to hide halfway down a corridor Chase just stood there as a burley figure stepped out carrying a holdall and a small hand gun.

They stared at each other.

"Who the fuck are you!" Yelled the man, raising his gun to point at Chase.

"Crap..." Chase muttered as he raised his shaking hands. The much larger man moved forwards menacingly as Chase tried to move, unfortunately the only movement his legs were willing to do was shake.

"Answer me!"

"Oh God." Chase muttered, his usual steady nerves gone right out the window. As the man cocked the gun however, his legs seemed to remember what they were made for.

He turned and flew down the corridor getting out his phone. He hear a shot wiz past and the man following as he turned for the stairs. As his foot hit the first stair he felt a blinding pain shoot through his left shoulder.

"Ahh!" He cried as he tripped, landing with his head facing down the stairs. Chase couldn't concentrate on the shoulder though as the house seemed to shake with the large man running to the stairs.

"No don't!" He managed to yell as the man leapt onto the second step down. With a huge rumbling sound the man swayed with the house, falling towards Chase as the wood cracked beneath them.

As the man grabbed the rail for support, a look of panic swept his face. The two's eyes met, turquoise blue on a russet brown colour as the railing broke under the lager's hand and he and Chase, phone in hand fell to the ground as the stairs gave way underneath them.

::I ::T ::M ::S

Chase couldn't remember falling as he lay on the ground. He could only cough at the layer of risen dust. Some other parts of the house seemed to have decided it was high time to collapse when the stairs did. As he coughed back to life Chase found himself in excruciating pain, his shot arm was pinned under some fallen rubble, and whilst it helped to slow the bleeding, he would inevitably get an infection from it. His right arm was under his own body, and although it didn't feel broken, he was sure several of his ribs were, the pain when he tried to cough told him that much.

Along with that, he had managed to hit his head in the fall and it bled sickeningly slowly down from his hair line. His legs felt awkward and unattached, he tried to move them only to find he couldn't. Chase whimpered slightly until convincing himself to calm down and be objective, they felt heavy and were most likely trapped beneath a lot of crap.

In fact most of him was covered in rubble, but also something else. Chase painfully dragged his arm out from underneath him, fighting the urge to cry out as his ribs shifted. Firstly he noticed that his cell phone was miraculously unharmed. Dropping his phone by his face he gingerly reached his back, feeling something soft. Then it hit him. The man from earlier was lying on top of him, either unconscious, or more likely due to the fact that he probably took the brunt of the force before falling on Chase, dead.

"Ahhhhh! Help! HELP!" Chase screamed desperately as he tried to brake free, as if this wasn't bad enough already there was only a small bit of life flitting into his makeshift enclosure.

When Chase could not squirm anymore due to lack of energy he realised that the planks blocking his head from being in clear air (well, clear-ish) were resting loosely, and would be easy to remove.

Chase weighed up the risks, but as his breathing turned shallow due to the confined space he roughly shoved the planks. He held his breath until the dust cleared and he was sure his head wouldn't get violently smashed.

Now his head and right arm and shoulder were clear of rubble. All he could see were heaps of debris, obscuring his view of the door as well as half the room. He looked up painfully to see only half the roof still intact.

After his analysis of the situation, Chase felt the pain fully hit, throbbing and ripping making it hard to breathe normally. He couldn't discern where the different pains were coming from, but knew that now was the time to call for help.

The emergency services would take hours to get here if they could spare anyone at all. That left House. Surely he could get Cuddy to pull some deal with the authorities, he thought as he grabbed the phone and roughly punched in speed dial #1. House had made him do it a few days ago.

He manovered the phone close to his head whilst it rang.

::I ::T ::M ::S

The mood in the diagnostics department was tense as House strolled in.

"Where's Skippy? He's been away far too long." House's usual abrasiveness hid his own worry as the remaining ducklings stared at him. "Oh Skippy where art thou." He asked sarcastically as he dropped down at the glass table where the phone was.

"House, what if something's happened to him?" She begun in a usual fretting-Cameron tone. "I think we should call him-"

"Come on, Chase can take care of himself-"

"Your right Foreman, he's a very competent little koala." House shot back whilst reaching for the phone, unwilling to let his concern show until there was a reason.

Cameron looked relieved whilst Foreman threw his hands up in exasperation. Just as House's fingers brushed the phone it begun to ring shrilly. The tone did nothing to help House's nerves. Almost to distract himself he begun talking.

"Well, I think we should let the little koala explain why he hasn't found the eucalyptus leaves of speaker, don't you?" He questioned the group as Cameron looked disdainful and Foreman smirked.

Picking up the phone and pushing the speaker button, House had no time to speak before they all heard a pained voice coming through the speaker.

"H-House!" Chase's voice sounded desperate and strained.

"Chase?" Cameron asked.

"W-Where's House?"

"Right here Chase, what happened." House levelly answered the panicked voice.

"I found mould... you should test him." Came Chase's hesitant reply. "A-are you testing him?"

"Cameron, go test the patient, do the works for mould." He said without looking at her, fixated on the phone as though he could see Chase through it.

"But-"

"Go!" House said intensely whilst gazing at her. "Get him better and tell Wilson to come here. We'll take care of Chase." He answered the last bit quietly so Chase couldn't hear. Cameron nodded, knowing that House had a plan and that she had to play her part. As she left House turned back to the phone.

"Were treating him, what happened." House spoke calmly in hopes that the panicky Chase would calm down as well. Both he and Foreman listened closely to his reply, Foreman's brow creased further in concern as he talked.

"T-there was another guy there, he err, had a gun." Chase swallowed as the other two shared a look. "H-he shot me, my err, shoulder, and I fell down the stairs..."

"Keep going Chase." House instructed the quavering voice.

"The stairs broke and we fell." He carried on shakily. "I-I th-think he's dead." House and the remaining duckling shared another worried look, assuming this was the end of the tale.

"It was an accident Chase, don't worry, we'll come pick you up."

"That's not it, I know t-that." Foreman's eyebrow raised and House's heart sped up, he knew something else was coming. "I'm t-trapped, under the rubble. I can't get out." Chase's voice raised in pitch and panic with the last sentence as House and Foreman both felt their blood run cold. At some point Wilson had come in who now looked equally worried.

"We're coming Chase, we'll ring you in the car." He added "Just hang on." as an after thought before hanging up.

"What do you want me to do?" Wilson asked quickly.

"Keep Cuddy busy." House muttered as he limped out followed by Foreman.

"House!" House turned back to Wilson. "He'll be alright."

"He will if we get to him." House replied stonily.

"House, why don't we just call the rescue services?" Foreman queried in an antsy way.

"Because sparky, there has been a huge pile up and the services aren't available. Besides, you break into cars, how hard can a collapsed house be, we'll need your looting skills." Foreman rolled his eyes but continued to follow House all the same.

As they set off in Foreman's car House spoke again whilst dialling for Chase.

"I forget, who said he'd be fine?" Foreman gritted his teeth and drove on.

::First chapter done! please review, tis my first House fic::

::Thank you for reading, shadowtheo::