House almost made it to the hospital before Foreman caught up--faster than he anticipated; Foreman must have come almost as soon as he'd walked away. He didn't even look at him, at least not directly, catching enough of Foreman's body language as he passed to know that he was supremely pissed off. Would be great for this excuse, although it crossed his mind that Foreman might ruin it. But judging by the look on Cuddy's face--a shocked, confused look--Foreman had said something believable enough to garner a genuine reaction.
"Your lapdog's been trying to take treats from other masters. Had to sabotage his interview this morning," House said, eyes searching through the lobby to catch Foreman begin bolting up the staircase.
Cuddy adopted an expression that made it clear to House that he was testing her patience--her mouth straightening to a tight-lipped smile, head tilting. "While I appreciate your efforts to--"
"You're welcome," he said, cutting her off and reaching around her for his pink notes on the admit desk. "Just doing my part to help the hospital. Gotta keep those puppy dogs in line."
When he started to walk toward the elevators, anxious to see how pissed off Foreman actually was, Cuddy sidestepped him and blocked his path. "If what you say is actually true, which, based on Dr. Foreman's reaction alone, I don't doubt, then it might do both of you some good if you played in separate corners for a while."
House hung his head, tapping his cane on the floor. Cuddy was going to rob him of his chance to harass Foreman in front of his fellows, not that he wouldn't be able to track Foreman down after work.
"Since you have no case, you will spend the rest of the day in the Clinic, while Dr. Foreman can spend it catching up on paperwork."
"What about my team? You're going to let them wander around--"
"They're already in the Clinic," she said, grinning at him, and pushed on his arm to nudge him toward the Clinic doors. "Go, or you can do this all week without a case. Up to you."
House sighed, turning and making his way into the Clinic. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, but at least the excuse had worked. Foreman had been more than pissed off enough to make it believable, even though he didn't know what he'd said. The avoidance game would probably work just as well, get Foreman riled up, especially considering the last thing House shared with him, until he could let out his frustration on him the next time he saw him. This new plan might turn out better than he thought.
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"Your lapdog's been trying to take treats from other masters. Had to sabotage his interview this morning," House said, eyes searching through the lobby to catch Foreman begin bolting up the staircase.
Cuddy adopted an expression that made it clear to House that he was testing her patience--her mouth straightening to a tight-lipped smile, head tilting. "While I appreciate your efforts to--"
"You're welcome," he said, cutting her off and reaching around her for his pink notes on the admit desk. "Just doing my part to help the hospital. Gotta keep those puppy dogs in line."
When he started to walk toward the elevators, anxious to see how pissed off Foreman actually was, Cuddy sidestepped him and blocked his path. "If what you say is actually true, which, based on Dr. Foreman's reaction alone, I don't doubt, then it might do both of you some good if you played in separate corners for a while."
House hung his head, tapping his cane on the floor. Cuddy was going to rob him of his chance to harass Foreman in front of his fellows, not that he wouldn't be able to track Foreman down after work.
"Since you have no case, you will spend the rest of the day in the Clinic, while Dr. Foreman can spend it catching up on paperwork."
"What about my team? You're going to let them wander around--"
"They're already in the Clinic," she said, grinning at him, and pushed on his arm to nudge him toward the Clinic doors. "Go, or you can do this all week without a case. Up to you."
House sighed, turning and making his way into the Clinic. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind, but at least the excuse had worked. Foreman had been more than pissed off enough to make it believable, even though he didn't know what he'd said. The avoidance game would probably work just as well, get Foreman riled up, especially considering the last thing House shared with him, until he could let out his frustration on him the next time he saw him. This new plan might turn out better than he thought.