She didn't even look up from her paper work. She didn't need to. She had a built in radar for big scruffy limping doctors trying to sneak past her.
'House, assume the position.'
He stopped in his tracks and sighed theatrically but put down his cane and leant spread eagled with his hands against the wall of the clinic, winking at the astonished patients as she came over and frisked him.
'Doctors and nurses like to play cops and robbers,' he said to a bewildered passing lady as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She smiled apologetically at the lady. 'Official hospital procedure when dealing with maniacs,' she said as she pulled out a copy of TV Guide, TV Week and People that he had hidden in the back of his waistband.
He looked down at the floor. 'Busted huh?'
She whacked him around the back of his head with the magazines. 'Just get in there and do some work.'
….
Every day after that she frisked him. She never found anything. But every afternoon she would find him secreted away with a lollipop and a magazine.
Where was he getting this stuff? She looked thoughtfully at People. Where? Across the hall she spied Wilson, coming in and… looking furtive.
She had her answer. House could bluff his way into Fort Knox, but Wilson was a powder puff. He looked as guilty as hell.
'Oh Doctor Wilson,' she called sweetly. 'Could I have a word?'
'I didn't,' be blurted.
'Didn't what?'
'Didn't anything.'
She sighed. 'Just hand them over.'
He blushed and pulled out the contraband.
She looked at him.
'He made me do it,' said Wilson.