One look at House's face when he stepped outside pretty much confirmed exactly what Foreman had been thinking. House looked like he'd just been punched in the gut, his eyes widening and his mouth opening as if he wanted to speak but couldn't force the words out. The woman--the gorgeous woman who apparently knew House and yet hadn't slapped him with a harassment suit or run away after meeting him--was smiling at House in what was obviously more than a friendly greeting. Foreman pressed his lips together, pushing his hands deeper into his coat pockets and glad that the fists he was making wouldn't show. He was exercising plenty of restraint--House deserved a punch to the jaw, but Foreman listened in stony silence to the introductions. Foreman still wasn't interested in House's 'consult for the CIA' story, he had no idea who this Dr. Terzi really was, but he smiled tightly at her and shook her hand when she offered. He'd suddenly lost all desire to go home and leave House to his misery.
"So...House did a consult for you," he said, his skepticism still clear in his voice.
"Dr. House was very helpful," Terzi said guilelessly. Foreman raised an eyebrow at her. He wouldn't put a lot past House, but he doubted House would so far to prove his story as to find some woman to lie to Foreman about it. God, if House had actually told the truth, if Foreman had to eat all his words about House avoiding him, then he'd just made a huge fool of himself in the elevator. Of course House would tell the truth if it meant he could use it against Foreman somehow. Foreman glowered at House right through the awkward pause that followed.
Terzi gave him one half-friendly glance and then dismissed him from her attention, turning to face House, again with that playful, meaningful smile. "I'm here about the position you offered," she said.
Since she wasn't looking in his direction, Foreman rolled his eyes heavily at the cutesy innuendo. Great. Just fucking great. He could imagine what sort of position House had offered; it probably involved some very improbable gymnastics. "Aren't you in the middle of firing three people?" he asked House pointedly, ignoring Terzi. An entirely professional question. Foreman was Cuddy's representative and he had a feeling she wasn't interested in stretching the hospital's budget to cover the salary of every pretty face House wanted to fill the place with.
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Date: 2008-12-04 10:03 pm (UTC)"So...House did a consult for you," he said, his skepticism still clear in his voice.
"Dr. House was very helpful," Terzi said guilelessly. Foreman raised an eyebrow at her. He wouldn't put a lot past House, but he doubted House would so far to prove his story as to find some woman to lie to Foreman about it. God, if House had actually told the truth, if Foreman had to eat all his words about House avoiding him, then he'd just made a huge fool of himself in the elevator. Of course House would tell the truth if it meant he could use it against Foreman somehow. Foreman glowered at House right through the awkward pause that followed.
Terzi gave him one half-friendly glance and then dismissed him from her attention, turning to face House, again with that playful, meaningful smile. "I'm here about the position you offered," she said.
Since she wasn't looking in his direction, Foreman rolled his eyes heavily at the cutesy innuendo. Great. Just fucking great. He could imagine what sort of position House had offered; it probably involved some very improbable gymnastics. "Aren't you in the middle of firing three people?" he asked House pointedly, ignoring Terzi. An entirely professional question. Foreman was Cuddy's representative and he had a feeling she wasn't interested in stretching the hospital's budget to cover the salary of every pretty face House wanted to fill the place with.