Foreman watched Amber face off with House, forcing himself into an observer's role, so that he could keep his cool and pretend he wasn't involved. House was grinning, satisfied with playing hooky or whatever he'd been doing for the last two days. Foreman didn't believe for a second it had anything to do with the CIA, even if House was repeating the same lie he'd given on the phone. Trust House to make up some superspy shit rather than deal with a case that should've been simple.
House's eyes widened briefly at Amber's accusation, and to cover his own surprise, he twanged another discordant note on his guitar--da da DUM! The rest of the fellows turned sharply to look at Amber, and Brennan burst out, "What--what are you talking about? She--we tested her--"
"You tested her," Foreman said, curt and flat. "I reran the test myself this morning. On her initial blood sample." He'd given Amber the opportunity to take the glory and she hadn't wanted it. Fine. He'd be honest, since it would give House less to pick at. And he was tired of the fight. At least this was a confrontation he could win. He could see that in Brennan's eyes. He was afraid. Foreman stared him down as blandly as he could, feeling a sneaking sense of pleasure in his squirming. He hated himself for being so pleased to be back on top and repressed it ruthlessly, but it was still there underneath. Nothing was right with Amber, but with the medicine, he hadn't gotten everything wrong. He was good enough, good enough to be here. Good enough to be in charge.
"Not the ticket into your girlfriend's pants that you thought it would be?" House asked, barely tamping down a gleeful smirk. He ignored Brennan's stuttering protests completely. "Trouble in paradise already?" Under his fingers, the guitar let out a mournful torch song. "I hope you don't go through all my candidates this fast. Although Taub seems like he'd have stamina."
"Amber and Foreman fought while you were gone," Thirteen said, just as tersely as Foreman had announced the test results. "We can give you the General Hospital recap later. Can we get back to the medicine? We saw her get better with vitamin C."
"You saw her get better," House said. "That's not actually the same thing. I assume Foreman has a theory that covers all the symptoms."
"Thallium," Foreman said. "He deliberately poisoned her. All she had was heat stroke."
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House's eyes widened briefly at Amber's accusation, and to cover his own surprise, he twanged another discordant note on his guitar--da da DUM! The rest of the fellows turned sharply to look at Amber, and Brennan burst out, "What--what are you talking about? She--we tested her--"
"You tested her," Foreman said, curt and flat. "I reran the test myself this morning. On her initial blood sample." He'd given Amber the opportunity to take the glory and she hadn't wanted it. Fine. He'd be honest, since it would give House less to pick at. And he was tired of the fight. At least this was a confrontation he could win. He could see that in Brennan's eyes. He was afraid. Foreman stared him down as blandly as he could, feeling a sneaking sense of pleasure in his squirming. He hated himself for being so pleased to be back on top and repressed it ruthlessly, but it was still there underneath. Nothing was right with Amber, but with the medicine, he hadn't gotten everything wrong. He was good enough, good enough to be here. Good enough to be in charge.
"Not the ticket into your girlfriend's pants that you thought it would be?" House asked, barely tamping down a gleeful smirk. He ignored Brennan's stuttering protests completely. "Trouble in paradise already?" Under his fingers, the guitar let out a mournful torch song. "I hope you don't go through all my candidates this fast. Although Taub seems like he'd have stamina."
"Amber and Foreman fought while you were gone," Thirteen said, just as tersely as Foreman had announced the test results. "We can give you the General Hospital recap later. Can we get back to the medicine? We saw her get better with vitamin C."
"You saw her get better," House said. "That's not actually the same thing. I assume Foreman has a theory that covers all the symptoms."
"Thallium," Foreman said. "He deliberately poisoned her. All she had was heat stroke."