Dr. Robert Chase couldn't help but fiddle with the pencil in his fingers as he watched the clock tick away. They hadn't had a single case in almost 2 weeks now and it was seriously getting to him. Sure he had clinic hours and the intensive unit to keep him busy, but there was just something about having a case.
Just then a brunette beauty, with stunning green eyes, pronounced cheek bones and a slender frame, who was approaching the conference room, caught his eye. She was clad in a pair of slightly faded jeans that hung to her hips, a pale yellow collared shirt and a pair of white ballet flats. But what sent him rushing out to meet her was the immeasurable pain written across her face.
Chase's sudden exit caught the attention of everyone else in the room. Cameron's eyes left her laptop, Foreman abandoned his crossword and even House turned away from his game boy. But then again… when was House not interested in sticking his nose into other people's business?
"Tell them, there's another way to save her! Tell them!" the hysterical brunette broke out as soon as she caught sight of Chase.
His fingers automatically intertwined with hers as he ran his other hand through her silky locks, desperately trying to calm her down. "Kris, you have to calm down. Tell who? Who's there to save?"
Kris let go of his hand and pulled away from his touch. "My mom can't be dead! There has to be another way to save her!"
"You've got to tell me what happened, Kris."
"The police said the truck driver was drunk, said he had too much to drink and lost control of the truck. He hit my mom full on… and I just stood there… I couldn't move my legs, couldn't pull her away from the truck…" she finally looked up at him, tears filling her soulful green orbs. "It all happened so fast… I went ahead to open up the car and I heard this scream and I turned back just to see the truck smash into her and I couldn't do anything… I couldn't do a single thing…" A tear slid down her pale face as she stared lifelessly ahead. Chase immediately wrapped his arms around her as she fell limp in his arms. "I couldn't do anything… I couldn't save her…"
"Sh… We'll get through this together…"
House and the rest of his team simply watched as their colleague held the broken girl in his arms. They had heard everything and knew how hard it was to deal with the family and friends of diseased patients. However, something else had caught House's eye… the diamond ring on Kris' finger and the simple gold promise ring on his little wombat's finger. So… one of his little ducklings decided to get engaged and not tell him…
Chase gently led Kris to a plastic chair and helped her sit down before kneeling down in front of her. He took his face in her hands, his blue orbs connecting with her lifeless green eyes. "I'm just gonna sign out of work then I'll take you home, okay?" Receiving no reply, he let out a sigh and gently placed a kiss on the top of her head before leaving her, He headed back into the conference room, bracing himself for the interrogation that lay ahead.
"Who's the chick? Wanna introduce me? I'll be sure to comfort her." House greeted him.
"I need to leave early." Chase informed his boss, not rising up to the bait.
"Uh, uh – uh… not so fast, my little wombat. You didn't tell me you were engaged."
"What?" Foreman interjected. Surprise was evident on the faces of the two little ducklings, who were seated.
"Why don't you enlighten us on the situation at hand, Dr. Chase."
Chase couldn't help but shoot House a glare before complying. "Her name's Kristianne Haringfort, we met 3 years ago became close friends and soon enough became involved. I asked her to marry me two months ago and we're to be married in three months. You are all invited we just wanted to give the invitations a month and a half before the marriage itself."
"You're free for now, but only because she's damn fine. Now go run along and play doctor."
Kris was a mess to put it lightly. Chase had brought her back to his condominium, the one they were to share, and had helped her to the washroom. He left her to freshen up and headed to the kitchen to fix a small snack for her. A few minutes later Kris emerged from the washroom, clad in a pair of shorts and a white razorback.
"How are you feeling?" he softly asked her as he set down a bowl of freshly peeled fruits. Kris simply shrugged before sitting on the marble island, beside the bowl of fruits. She pulled Chase towards her, her legs on either side of him before kissing him. Chase returned the kiss as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled her off the island and closer to him, carrying her to the bedroom not breaking their kiss.
It wasn't long till they were both naked on the bed, Kris' fingers entwined in Chase's blonde locks, his lips on hers. "Kris, are you sure about this?" he asked. Kris had always said sex came after marriage and had never gone this far with him… or any other person for that matter.
"I need you, Robert." She whispered in his ear as she pushed her body closer to his, causing him to let out a moan. No... he couldn't and he wouldn't do this to her. He pulled away from her and sat up, the bed cover pooling at his waist.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you, Kris." he informed her softly. Kris simply curled up into a fetal position and stared blankly at the wall in front of her. "I love you..."
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