Foreman headed down to the autopsy room, humming a tune as he went. He had to admit he was a little jealous of House. No one could deny that Cuddy was one hot momma. Foreman had thought to take Cameron with him to check on the results of the autopsy, but he hadn't seen her since he and House had left her sitting in the meeting room earlier that evening.
He walked passed the locker room and heard something loud crash inside. "Whu-," he thought, "what could that be?" He opened the door and peered inside. "Hot dang!" he exclaimed, throwing the door shut again, "Look's like everybody's getting laid but me," he continued on to the autopsy room.
He finally reached his destination, and went inside. "So, what's the verdict on our patient?" he asked the doctor doing the autopsy.
"We just finished. It looks like the cause of death was having a drill shoved into her brain at high speed," replied the doctor, checking his notes.
"Well, duh!" cried Foreman, "I was asking about what was wrong with her before that..."
"Oh, of course," said the doctor, reviewing his notes again, "it seems that she had a simple case of herpes."
"Oh, man!" cried Foreman, "We should have known by the herpes. Well, I'll be sure to let the rest of the team know what it was. Thanks for all your work here, man."
As Foreman returned to the meeting room, he remembered that Cuddy had asked him to take Chase's thing to him. "Well, now's as good a time as any," Foreman thought, "since it seems as though everyone else is a little occupied." Foreman gathered Chase's waiting things from the table in the meeting room and made his way to the parking garage.