Chase looked up from pile of patient files that was rapidly growing on his desk. Truth be told, with two more patients in the ER with the same symptoms and news of Rob's deterioration, he had almost forgotten he had requested the meeting with House. It fact, he just looked at him momentarily while the information clawed back to the forefront of his mind. "Sit down, House. I'm not talking to you standing in the doorway. Of course, that means you'll probably just be a smartarse and walk away now, but to be honest? With two dead patients, and the ER backing up, I couldn't care less if you did because if the choice was to keep reading my patient files or chase you after a petulant flounce at being pulled into the principles office," he said honestly and then held up Rob's file, "you know what my choice would be."
He paused and then smirked. "I didn't even expect you to come. Gold star for Wilson."
House took a few steps into the office, stopping in front of Chase's desk. Sitting implies submission. Not going to happen. Pressing his lips together, he shook his head, his voice calm. "Sitting implies this is going to take a while. You wanted to talk to me, talk. Don't waste mine and the patient's time because you needed more than ample time to bitch me out." He gestured toward the papers piled in front of his ex-subordinate. "And if this is any indication of what the rest of the night is going to be like for you, I'll page Amber and tell her to run the CT and the MRI."
Chase just rolled his eyes, suprised that he was surprised to have predicted everything coming out of House's mouth. The older doctor had no idea how predictable he could actually be to people who knew him. "I'd appreciate it if you stopped bringing my past working history with you up as a tool to vent your frustrations about the case. The patient's bloody vomit and failing respiratory system really doesn't give a toss what happened back in Princeton," he said. "I'm not justifying any of my present actions or decisions to you, especially not with this case. You can bitch me out all you want, and try and make me feel like an idiot, but it's old news, House. Been there, done that, got the 'Everybody Lies' t-shirt. You can go and paint 'Chase is a big fat lying idiot wombat' on the side of the building and I still wouldn't care. I'll still be the one making the final calls. If anyone is wasting patient's time, it's you. You are working with me on this, not above me so stop reflexively negating everything that comes out of my mouth just
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Never. Never in the course of Chase's years at Princeton did he ever stand up to House like this. This island changed him. He wasn't the lost little puppy nipping at the heels of Cameron's Prada shoes anymore that House was so used to. He colored himself somewhat impressed. Of course, this bout of bravery Chase had expressed could be the subject of having authority over House, so he never actually risked the chance of being fired here. Judging from how well he knew Chase, he chalked it up to being a bit of both
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He paused and then smirked. "I didn't even expect you to come. Gold star for Wilson."
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