Foreman's stomach burned as he watched House invite Terzi to join his team as if he didn't have five other employees who'd spent the last seven weeks working their asses off not to get fired simply for breathing wrong when House was feeling picky. Foreman kept his damn mouth shut when House needled him about being wrong. He didn't care that House really had taken on a patient for the CIA. He wasn't wrong about House steering clear of him. House was standing around outside in the freezing air, no coat or gloves, apparently about to run just a little faster once he made it to his motorcycle. Foreman tightened his lips and waited until Terzi turned and walked away--even her walk was flirtatious--before he followed House towards the parking lot.

"What the hell was that?" he asked. He felt fucking pathetic. It wasn't like he had some claim on House, like he could stop every woman from batting her eyelashes at him--or stop House from acting like a lovesick twelve-year-old with his first girlfriend. The only questions he could ask without sounding like a jealous idiot were professional ones, so Foreman stuck to the battles he figured he could win. "You're hiring her? After knowing her less than two days?" He rolled his eyes; he couldn't imagine that House had even brought up the matter of qualifications. "Do you even know what her specialty is?"