A/N: Hello all! This is a Chouse story, or at least I plan for it to be. This is my very first attempt at a published fan fiction story, so please go easy on me. I'm sorry for any OOC-ness. Please let me know how it is and if you want me to continue.

Disclaimer: I OBVIOUSLY do not own House.

Oh, and I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. It is a preview. I promise that the rest of the will be a better length.

"HOUSE!" Cuddy's angry, exasperated voice reverberated through the hall, catching House in mid-limp. What had he done this time? He was having a horrible day as it was. He had no idea what was wrong with their latest patient, his leg was killing him, and to make matters worse, his youngest duckling had decided to slack off and hadn't returned from his break and enter mission yet. House sighed, bracing himself as he turned to face her.

"What do you want?" he said irritably.

"I just got off the phone with the police. It would seem that they caught on of our doctors breaking into someone's home. D'you want to guess who it was?" Cuddy was livid. House didn't understand why it was such a big deal. After all, even the goddess of the hospital herself had broken into quite a few patients' homes in her time. Besides, House highly doubted the patient wouldn't sue the hospital.

"Hmmmm...not a clue!" House lied, turning on his heel and starting to walk towards his office.

House could practically feel Cuddy's anger from behind him when she she said, in a reproachful tone, "You're lucky Chase is still alive, House."

Despite himself, House couldn't squelch the sudden flash of unexplainable fear that coursed through him. He spun back around, feigning unconcerned curiosity. "What happened? Did the little wombat get himself tased?"

"If only he were that lucky," came the cryptic reply as Cuddy stomped away, leaving House to figure out what had happened on his own.