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Chapter Ten

Here's big chapter ten!! I love getting more and more readers for this story so I thought I would give a gift in the form of a long chapter for you guys. This is the longest chapter I have written up so far! As always please vote and review. I love hearing feedback from everyone.

The next day House walked into Mark's room and nodded towards Stacy. "Can I talk to you, would that be alright?"

Stacy nodded and looked towards Mark. "I'll be right back okay?" At receiving his nod, she followed House out of the room. "Is everything alright?"

House nodded as he continued to walk, Stacy walking beside him. "You two are good together. I'm happy to see that you're happy."

"You don't know anything about Mark." She clarified.

"He took you to Europe, a place that you have always wanted to go to, that's plenty good enough for me."

"We never went to Europe." Stacy answered, shaking her head as she walked.

"Your honeymoon... it's been your dream place to visit, he said that he took you when we did his memory testing."

Stacy shook her head again and stopped walking, causing House to stop and turn to face her. "No we didn't, I had to work. We spent the night in New York, and then we went back to Short Hills."

House furrowed his brows together. "When did Mark switch from mountain biking to yoga?" he asked.

"Around a month ago, the same time he started to act sick, why?"

"We have two more symptoms then." He stated, before he left and walked in the opposite direction, leaving Stacy in the hallway.

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House stood in his office, watching as Foreman sat back in his seat at the desk with a sigh. "The patient was presented with questions to test his memory and the function of his brain."

"All you did was grill the poor man about Stacy." Cuddy grumbled.

House sighed in return and sat down on the couch in his office. "Whatever. Yeah, the point is he told us everything we needed to know to diagnose him in the first place. That is if we use your fancy PET scan as a lie detector. See, it's a very creative process, lying. Now, telling the truth is a much simpler process. See here," he said as he looked over the questions he asked Mark in his notes. "Question nine; this is where Mark gives a long, rambling answer about taking Stacy to Europe. What does the PET scan say?" House looked up at Foreman, expecting an answer.

Chase, who'd been leaned against the wall decided to speak up. "There was minimal involvement, just the frontal and temporal lobes. He said that they went to Europe and the PET confirms it, so what?"

House grinned. "They didn't go. They never went to Europe, and yet Mark's brain apparently thinks that he really did spend two weeks there with Stacy." He stood up and walked into the meeting room, nodding towards Cameron who was sat at the large table. He turned to his white board and erased everything from it to begin writing something new. "So we have an intermittent syndrome that presents with abdominal pain, polyneuropathy, paranoia and delusions. Now, here's the thing about Acute Intermittent Porphyria. It'll jump you in a dark alley, beat the crap out of you, and leave you bleeding. But it uses gloves, so no fingerprints, it doesn't show up in blood tests, urine tests, nothing. Unless you catch it red handed in the middle of an attack."

Cameron furrowed her brows as she stopped working on the mail. "But there are more symptoms of AIP."

"Like?" House questioned.

Chase and foreman had followed House into the meeting room and took their respective seats around the table. "Light sensitivity." Chase stated, watching as House jotted it down on the board.