While Amber gathered the others, Foreman turned on Brennan and cornered him outside the room. "I don't need you getting in the way of this case," he said.

"I'm not," Brennan spat back. "In fact, I'm the only one who seems to be doing anything."

"That's because you have them convinced that they shouldn't be allowing tests!"

"It's not surprising that they trust me more than they do you," Brennan said. "At least I'm listening to what she's saying."

"That's great," Foreman gritted out. "But it won't help if they trust you and won't let the rest of the team treat her."

"Treat her for the wrong thing!" Brennan returned.

Foreman glared at him, clenching his jaw against what he wanted to say. "Let's get back upstairs," he said, and turned to follow after Amber, not really caring if Brennan kept up with him.

When he found her, Amber's head was bent as she held her phone to her ear. Looked like whoever it was wasn't answering--Foreman let out a short, disgusted sigh. House. Again. Who else? Foreman walked up behind her and leaned in. "He's not going to hire you just because you call him the most," he pointed out, tired of the whole damn world's insistence that he wasn't good enough.