That whole thing about a man's home being his castle went out the window when one worked for the Society, especially when one's home also served as prison and lab for one of the Society's latest projects. Having been turned away by the two security guards outside his door with the tersest of explanations, Chase found himself wandering the halls, gaze locked on the carpet, mind whirring with all that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours.
The tap of his footsteps down a flight of stairs grew faster and louder as the healer remembered with scalded cheeks how horribly he'd bungled the situation with Gideon's death and Leonard. The boy had made a fool of him, a slight he'd not soon forget, and for the briefest of moments, Chase allowed himself the cruelest of smiles imagining what Adrian might be doing to the boy even then. The smile, however, at the thought that the boy might be removed from his care as a result.
Hauling open the door, Chase steps gained purchase, his route no longer aimless and without direction. An odd combination of what would pass as genuine concern, for Chase anyway, and the need to touch base with the one person with whom he felt a connection led him to Nikki's door, and head cocked to listen for any stirring within, he knocked softly, praying that the god on their doorstep had kept Eva occupied and left Nikki to return to her apartments.