Foreman stared at House over the roof of the car, still glaring at the steam-cleaning he'd need for the car, but a smirk was fighting its way out. Yeah, he'd hoped that they might actually be doing something medical today. It was exciting, which it shouldn't be. He'd gone to a hell of a lot of effort during college and med school to get away from that aspect of himself, the part that liked the break-and-enters for their own sake. Working for House gave him a rationalization for it, much as he complained. "Yeah, I like it," he said, knowing House would see through his sarcasm. House called him a freak for being happy; maybe he was right.

He glanced over his shoulder at the building when House said it was a raid. "Of who?" he asked. "We don't have a patient." He started mentally ticking off everyone House might care about knowing more about. Wilson and Cuddy--he probably knew everything down to their last questionable mole or impulse purchase. This wasn't anywhere near Cameron and Chase's place. It had to be one of the new team. There were six of them left. Foreman knew from Cole's complaints about the commute that he lived farther away. Kutner couldn't afford a building like this. Amber had condo fees...Taub lived with his wife, and they were doing renovations of their house...Brennan rode his bike to work, but there was no way even he would do nearly fifteen miles every morning. Which left--"Thirteen?"