"And...you know she isn't home, how?" Foreman asked. He wasn't surprised that House knew. He just wanted to find out how much snooping House did at work, so he could hide his own day planner better. This was a complete breach of trust and privacy, but at this point, the candidates couldn't possibly expect anything better. They'd been with House for six weeks. If they were smart enough to be hired, they should be smart enough to keep anything 'interesting' well away from their HR-documented addresses.

They stopped in front of a door, and Foreman sighed when House pulled out a lockpick, handed it to him, and waved him forward. He worked on the lock for a minute or two, grimacing each time he felt the tumblers almost click into place. He wasn't exactly a cat burglar, but House's mocking look, which he could feel against the back of his neck as the man practically loomed over him, was enough to sting his pride. He'd get it eventually. On the verge of opening the door, he paused and looked up. "You did this to all of us, didn't you?"