Characters/Pairing: Foreman and Amber
Rating: PG
"You stole our personnel files?"
It's well past midnight, and they don't have a case, but somehow Foreman is still here. Amber shrugs and doesn't look up from the papers spread in front of her across the small cafeteria table. Foreman's only been rehired a few days, but it's already obvious that he doesn't have the power to pose any real threat to her.
"Is there a problem with that?" she asks when he doesn't go away. She runs her finger along a line detailing Dr. Cameron's first resignation and uses her other hand to jot notes in a small black pad.
"They're confidential!" Foreman splutters. He snatches a few free pages and fans them in one hand, eyes skimming quickly over them.
"Must have missed that part," Amber says easily and turns to the next page. House is obviously not above prying into their personal lives; it only makes sense that she ought to be allowed to use the people close to him to win this game.
"Right," says Foreman sarcastically. He shakes his head and drops the pages he's been holding onto the surface of the table. The wind from their descent scatters their companions onto the floor, and Amber glares.
"I would think," she says, changing tack, "that you of all people would want to see somebody put one over on House. All I'm doing is a little friendly reconnaissance."
Foreman sighs, but she can already tell he's going to give in. He gives her another look and crosses his arms. "Fine. But just be warned, you're not going to win against House."