"No," Chase replied, his voice coming out hurried, a little too fast as he snapped the folder shut. His eyes looking over at Foreman, and with that unconvincing look of someone whose been caught in the middle of something they're not supposed to be doing. He's totally busted, but he tries to play it off for the moment.

He tucks the file under his arm, backpedals a few steps toward the stack so he can pick up the patient file he'd left sitting on the opened box. "Here you go. It's the patient files." He's almost tempted to hold it behind his back, but that's just a little bit juvenile.

But, at the same time, he doesn't want to get caught, even if it's almost obvious. Foreman isn't entirely wrong with his jibes at Chase about his infatuation with House, though he wont admit to it.