A/N: This is dedicated to letyoursoultakeflight and Lady Livia. Have some Chase! :) And Chase is a previously seen character from 'Emerald's Penguin' and is back after popular demand! :) Enjoy! And i hope it amuses you.

CHASING MAXXIE

Chase scowled. Why was he on puppy duty? Hell, the ball of fluff could hardly be called that now anyway. Five months old and a little tornado of teeth. Yep, Max was more than a handful for a man. Even him.

He could only be thankful that Jaz hadn’t yet got it into her head that she wanted a pup too. He grimaced just thinking about it. He’d have two to mind.

“Maxxie, can you stop chewing on my sock? Especially when you’re the size of a house and my sock is still on my foot?”

Chase watched Max ignore him. He wasn’t surprised. No matter his little sister’s eccentricities in barring the pup’s ears from male swearing, he really didn’t think Max could understand English.

“Parli italiano?”

Max continued his tug of war with Chase’s sock. Yep, the pup didn’t understand Italian either. He sighed and let the dog take his black sock to sit down and chew on. Now both feet were bare. Max had already made off with the other now holey sock. That was his last clean pair too. He’d have to put a load of washing on. He didn’t want Max to start playing tug of war with his bare feet. That way led madness.

“Maxxie, how did I get roped into this?”

But he knew how. Sisters were manipulative. And new soon to be brother in laws were excellent at bribery. Emerald had put on her best “puss in boots” face while her fiancé had promised him riches.

“Max is older now. Bigger. More teeth.” Chase had said. “I’ll need more than your puppy dog eyes, green eyes.”

That had been when Jason had added his five cents worth, just out of Emerald’s hearing.

“I wont tell Emerald it was you who ate the last of her specially bought and saved cookies.”

That had clinched it. Bastard. So far he’d gotten away with saying it was Max. So now here he was, baby sitting a puppy at Jason’s place while they holidayed for the weekend.

Oh lucky him that he had time off this weekend and was visiting his charming sisters…

He snorted. Right…

Perhaps he could ransack the place and say it was Max? No, Jason was a cop. And he’d already heard his way of getting out of a sticky situation. Blame the dog. No, Jason would be on to him before he could say “Em, Jason is being a jerk again!”. That never got old.

Neither did teasing the man about his sexuality. Apparently that was a touchy subject…

Chase shrugged and wandered into the laundry to turn the full washing machine on. Max trotted after him with his drool-covered sock. He bent down to grab it.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. ‘It’s wet, why do you want to make it wetter? Clearly I have washed it for you! Pant, pant.’”

Reluctantly Max gave him the sock. He grimaced as he chucked it into the wash, getting drool all over his hand.

“Yummy…” He muttered, and felt a sharp wet mouth start chewing on his feet. “Ow! You little wretch. I’ll put you in the naughty corner if you’re not careful.”

Max started wagging his tail. And grinning. Chase swore the pup was grinning. The phone started ringing, and he crept over to it, all the while keeping one alert eye on the grinning dog. If he went mad after this, he was killing Jason.

“Hello? Jason’s in town abode; his charming soon to be brother in law speaking. How may I be of service this fi-”

“Chase, shut up.”

Great. Jason. The bastard.

“I’m thinking about killing you.”

“Well try not to do it until I’m eighty and sleeping quietly in my bed. Then make use of the fluffy pillow beside me.”

“Riiiight….”

“Max still among the land of the living?”

“So far. But I think I may have lost a toe somewhere along the line. So you know, scrape through his crap would you, and let me know when you find it. The hospital will need to put it on ice so they can reattach it someday. Oh and you’re footing the bill.”

Jason laughed. Probably because he still had all functionality in his feet. Hell, the two probably knew it was Max’s time to annoy and left him to take the beating. Max was probably a right angel every other day of the month, and just grew devil teeth under a full moon. Had to be it.

“Does he have any werewolf in him?”

“Max?”

“No, the lounge chair.”

“Well honey bunch, your question wasn’t exactly sane.”

“Honey bunch? Listen cupcake-” But Max interrupted him. He’d taken his eyes off the beast and he’d have to pay the price in toes. “Shit!”

“Your dog is a menace, I think I’ll ring the pound.”

“One wrong step, and I tell Emerald everything.”

“And to think I was looking forward to having another brother…”

Chase shook his head nostalgically, and sighed, a grin covering his face.

“I know you’re grinning.”

“We should get married. You know me so well.”

“Sorry Chase, I don’t swing that way.”

“Really? Because I heard-”

He heard Jason growl, and knew the phone was being passed to Emerald. Chase 1; Jason 0. He felt teeth on his feet again. He sighed. Max one million; Chase 0. No man could beat a house-sized ball of golden fluff and devil teeth. Not even Chase.