Title: An Unintentional Masterpiece

(I suck at coming up with the right titles for my stories…)

Pairings: None

Spoilers:There aren't any spoilers as far as I know. I just started watching this show and I am just completely hooked!

Summary: As Chase gets a little to close to a patient that has been raped, the rapist gets mad and blames Chase for ruining his masterpiece. Well, he's not gonna let the young doctor get away with that so easily.

AN: Okay, so this is my first fic about House and I hope you will all like it. The first moment I saw Chase, he immediately became my favourite and then I started writing this story. I will try to update as often as possible, but I still have schoolwork and stuff, but I will update as much as possible. Don't be made if it sometimes takes me a week 

Anyways… Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Chase still felt a little sleepy as he walked into the elevator of the hospital. In one hand he held the files of patients he had to go check up on. In the other he held a nice big hot cup of coffee. He took small sips as he tried not to burn his tongue.

He got out of the elevator and sighed with relief as he saw how quiet it was in the hall. It would be a relaxed day and Chase hoped he would finally be able to find time to catch up on his paperwork.

Cameron and Foreman sat at their usual seats as Chase walked in the office. They too seemed relaxed as they were discussing some newspaper article.

'Good morning.' Chase greeted them both.

'Good morning.' Cameron greeted him back.

Foreman nodded towards him and then returned all of his attention back to Cameron.

'As I was saying,' Foreman went on, 'I just believe that people who are able to do stuff like that, should just be locked away.'

'But it's not always their fault, they could just be sick.' Cameron protested while she waved her hair over her shoulder and leaned towards Foreman over the table.

'Right, that's true, what they do is sick. But that doesn't justify it.'

'I never said that.' Cameron now said in a louder tone, a little shocked with Foreman's words, 'I just believe that they could just need more help from a psychologist then they will ever get in prison.'

'But then they hardly get punished!'

'What are you guys talking about?' Chase asked then. He couldn't understand a word his friends were saying and it seemed a heated argument. Chase wanted to join in.

'Here.' Foreman said as he tossed Chase the newspaper. 'Page 3.'

Chase opened the paper and scanned the right page. There were only 2 articles in there and he immediately knew what they were talking about.

'The serial rapist?' Chase asked a little confused.

'What do you think,' Cameron asked him as she turned towards him, 'should he go straight to prison or to a secured psychiatry.'

Chase threw the newspaper back on the big table and sat down next to Cameron. He thought about that question for a while and he now understood how Cameron and Foreman could have the heated discussion. This one was though.

'It depends I think,' Chase then said, 'there is a difference. There are people who truly can't control themselves, who can't control their actions. And there are just lunatics who hurt people for fun. This one raped 4 women, I would say he's doing it for fun. He can just go to prison if it were up to me.'

'But what if he can't control himself?' Cameron kept going, trying to prove her point.

Chase tried to remember some details from the rapings, he had seen the tv-report on the news about that. But everything was vague. He had been tired last night and he hadn't caught much of the news.

'That man abused 4 women…'

'Two of which stay at this hospital!' Foreman interrupted Chase.

'Right.' Chase said as he looked at Foreman now, 'still, didn't he wait for them to be alone somewhere? He nearly lured them into some alley and then attacked them. That seems a pretty well thought-through-plan. He knew what he was doing.'

Cameron sighed as she thought about Chase's words. He had made a point.

Ticking on the floor still sounded muffled, but it betrayed the arrival of House. And so, not much later, the boss of the team soon entered the room as well. A childish grin was visible on his face.

'As I have a day of tomorrow, I'd like to prepare myself for that today.' He smiled.

'You're going to lock yourself inside your office and only come out to get food, aren't you?' Cameron asked with a suspicious look on her face.

House smiled even wider.

'You understand me so well.' House said as he looked Cameron straight in the eye.

Cameron rolled her eyes and stood up.

'And what about work?' she asked.

'Well, I got it all figured out.' House answered, 'You, sweetheart, can do the paperwork. Foreman, you take over my shift at the clinic. I know you are going to love to diagnose all the babies with the same decease; the flu. Chase, you do rounds and check up on our patients.'

There wasn't time to argue as House was gone in 2 seconds. He had almost jumped inside his office and had locked his door just as Cameron had anticipated.

'Great.' Foreman sighed as he thought about all the sneezing babies.

'It's still better then the paperwork.' Cameron said, 'Switch?'

Foreman thought about that for a moment and then shook his head.

'Like you said; it's still better then the paperwork.'

'Chase?' Cameron now tried.

Chase laughed as he shoved his own papers towards Cameron.

'No, thanks, have fun with these as well.'

Foreman and Chase couldn't hear the protests of Cameron as they quickly left the room.

'I do feel kind of sorry for Cameron.' Foreman smirked a little.

'Oh, you are enjoying this as much as I am!' Chase laughed as he thought about Cameron who would soon be covered with papers.

They both turned their own way then. Foreman went down with the elevator as Chase had to stay on the same floor. He turned into the hall he had to be in to visit the patients.

The first one was a 29-year old cancer patient. The second one had lupus and the third one had syphilis. As Chase was walking to his fourth patient, he saw a young woman asleep in her hospital bed. She didn't look very well. She kept kicking her leg against the frame of the bed and murmured silent words. She was definitely having a nightmare.

Wanting to help her, Chase walked inside her room and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. The woman woke up with a gasp and shrugged Chase's hand away from her shoulder.

'I'm sorry.' Chase quickly apologised.

The woman buried her face in her hands and then streaked her brown curly hair out of her face.

'Don't be,' the woman sighed as she tried to regain control over he breathing, 'I was having a nightmare. I'm grateful you woke me up.'

The woman then threw Chase a thankful smile that made Chase feel a little warmer inside. She had a lovely smile, a sincere smile.

'I'm Dr. Chase, Robert Chase.'

'Lauren Watson.' She introduced herself.

It took Chase a few seconds to realise that he knew that name. She was one the rape-victims.

'Can I get you anything?' Chase asked as he still wanted to help her.

'No, thanks. I just wish my son was here.' Lauren said a little sad now.

And then Chase saw how beautiful she really was. Ark brown curls, brown eyes, ivory skin, round face. And the best was her big smile. Chase went sitting at the end of Lauren's bed, looking her in the eyes.

'You have a son?' he asked a little surprised.

'Yes, I do. Why is everyone so surprised by that?'

'Well, you look so… young.' Chase explained.

'I'm 30, you know.' Lauren smiled, not freaked out about the big 3 in front of the 0.

'How old is your son?' Chase asked, genuinely curious.

'2,' Lauren answered with an even bigger smile on her face, 'he's the sweetest boy.'

'I'd love to meet him.' Chase said. And then he immediately regretted it. He was terrible with children. He couldn't handle them and they were way too small and fragile. Chase shook of the terrible thoughts of being around kids and hoped he would one day overcome his ridiculous fear.

'You'll like him. Aaron is very lovable.'

That made Chase laugh. When were children not easily loved? One look at them and you wanted to take care of them. Chase hated to admit it, but that was how he felt. That was another reason he avoided small children as much as possible. If he didn't love them, he wouldn't want to be around them and he would be able to hurt them because one wrong movement and they were hurt. They were so vulnerable.

'He looks like his dad though, blond hair, blue eyes. A very pretty boy.'

Chase could see that talking about her son made Lauren happy. And he wanted her to be happy. He cared about her, maybe a little bit too much then usual. He had always cared about the patients, but this was different. Lauren actually wasn't his patient of him for one. And making her smile seemed very important to him somehow.

'You and your husband must be very happy to have him.' Chase smiled.

Lauren raised her hand and showed Chase her empty fingers.

'I'm not married. Jack, Aaron's dad, is just a good friend now. How about you? You're handsome, don't tell me you don't have hot girlfriend somewhere.'

Chase now laughed and shook his head.

'I don't have a hot girlfriend somewhere.'

'What a shame.' Lauren said as he went sitting more straight. Her face suddenly turned into a hard face as she fought against a sudden pain. Chase jumped of the bed and went standing next to her.

'Are you okay?' he quickly asked.

'Yeah,' Lauren said as he exhaled slowly, 'or I will be.'

Chase wanted to ask her about what happened, but he knew that would be inappropriate. He swallowed down the many questions and just cursed the man that had attacked her.

When the pain had faded from what appeared to be her side, Lauren smiled again and patted Chase on the arm.

'You don't have to hover over me, I'm fine. Giving birth to Aaron hurt much more than this.'

Chase smiled back at her. His beeper then went and he quickly looked who needed his help.

'I got to go; one of my patients needs help.' Chase said as he tried to think of what his syphilis-patient could possible need.

'You'll be back? I loved our little conversation.' Lauren said.

'I'll be back if that's what you want.'

Chase turned around and walked out of the room. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about her and their chat. And sighed and then focused on his other patient.