It was uncommon to see Chase so completely and utterly at odds with someone. Often he refused to work on things with you, seemingly without cause.

It wasn't because you were a bad doctor. Far from it, actually, you were an amazing doctor and Chase respected you in private.

No. It was because his religious days were still haunting him. And it felt wrong that he found you attractive. So wrong Chase found himself praying. Begging God to tell him why He was doing this. Why He made him so damn hot under the collar for this.. man.

It came to a head when Chase blew up at you after a mistaken diagnosis you'd put in House's head. You, in a fit of temper, slammed him back against the room's window, grabbing him by the lapels.

"Let me go." God, he was surprised his voice didn't wobble, and he gripped the windowsill.

He was in deep, deep trouble.