Ten minutes later House was sitting in front of his television, munching on a cold Reuben sandwich, no pickles, surrounded by Cameron, Sylvia, Wilson and Chase. Cameron and Sylvia were munching on their own sandwiches, Wilson was munching on the extra pickles that went unused in House's sandwich. House always got separate pickles to give to Wilson, and Sylvia didn't neglect to remember that detail. Chase was sipping on a cup of coffee. All of them sat transfixed by General Hospital, chewing pausing in unison to better hear the dramatic parts.

"Are you going to eat all those pickles?" Asked Chase without taking his eyes from the TV. Wilson absently held up the plastic bowl to Chase, who was standing behind him.

"Don't eat them all." Chase accepted the bowl and nodded, unaware that Wilson couldn't see him nod. Wilson didn't notice anyway.

"You do realize that pickles are evil, don't you?" Asked House. There was a long silence where chewing paused and all attention was turned to the TV. It was during this time that Foreman entered the office, intently studying a case file.

"Hey House, I need a consult." Foreman started to say when he was assaulted by a chorus of hisses. Foreman stopped in his tracks, startled and confused, since he hadn't expected anyone but House to be in his office and was now facing a large crowd. "What are you guys doing in here?" House opened his mouth but Cameron beat him to it.

"Foreman, be quiet!" Snapped Cameron. House looked away from Foreman to study Cameron curiously. He smiled and went back to watching the show. Foreman stood, incredulous and stunned. He was the new guy, after all, and he still hadn't been infected by the soap opera bug. It was only a matter of time before he caught it. Whether he would succumb easily or not was a different matter, and knowing Foreman, he'd be in denial with himself for months before he finally gave in, and then he'd be a closet addict like Cuddy.

Of course, it wasn't as if no one knew that Cuddy was a soap opera addict. She started being mysteriously busy and unreachable at the same time every day. It wasn't long before people realized that House was busy and unreachable at the same time as Cuddy every day and they assumed that House and Cuddy had something going on. It also wasn't long before people started realizing that Cuddy and House were at opposite ends of the hospital from each other on these days and that General Hospital was on at that time.

"Are you going to join is or are you just going to stand there all day?" Asked House. Foreman gave him a quizzical look and put his hands on his hips.

"I have better things to do. I need a consult."

"Commercial is on in a couple minutes." Answered Wilson before House could bite back. Foreman looked irritated. Chase handed the bowl of pickles back to Wilson and Wilson glanced critically at the remaining contents. "Is there a critical shortage of pickles I don't know about?"

"What?" Asked a bewildered Chase.

"Are you hoarding pickles, or what?" Whined Wilson.

"I didn't…"

"Shh!" Hissed House. Chase and Wilson went silent and grinned sheepishly like two troublemaking boys. Chase punched Wilson in the shoulder and then continued watching the show. Unconsciously, they all leaned forward, hypnotized by the action on the screen, all engrossed by something terribly dramatic. Foreman couldn't take it anymore.

"Guys! I really…" Started Foreman when he was cut off by a chorus of groans and yells, which startled him so badly that he nearly dashed out the door.

"Did you hear it?" Shouted Cameron.

"What did she say?" Yelled Chase.

"What did she say back to her?" Cried Wilson.

"I don't even know what he said to her in the first place!" Complained Sylvia.

"You idiot!" Screamed House. Foreman just stared wide-eyed. It was then that he felt the first twinge of curiosity. What had happened? What was going to happen? What exactly was it that she said? And who were they anyway? He forced the questions out of his mind.

"What is wrong with you people?" Asked Foreman angrily. House raised his eyebrows.

"You people?" He repeated, mocking offense. Foreman held up his hands in defense. "I'd like to know what's wrong with you! Haven't you the common decency to wait for a commercial to ruin someone's day?" Scolded House. He turned to address the others. "Now we'll have to bribe Cuddy to find out what happened."

"She'll never accept a bribe. She'll never admit she watched it." Countered Wilson. There was a general sigh of disappointment.

"Fear not, I'll find a way to make her crack. And I will bring you all news when I return." House said. He turned to face Foreman. "As for you, give your patient some epinephrine and stop whining!" House walked past Foreman and out through the doors.

"Bring back more pickles!" Shouted Chase and Wilson.

"And a coke!" Called Cameron.

"And a Hershey bar!" Shouted Sylvia.

"And some medical evidence!" Yelled Foreman. House came back and poked his head in through the door.

"No to you," Said House looking at Foreman. "And yes to everyone else."