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Lieutenant Steven Caldwell looked at the clock as he paced around his office in the NYPD. He was waiting for two of his detective to get here and he had been waiting for forty minutes. He had no idea where the two could have gone, one minute they were sitting at their desks filling out paperwork and the next nothing. They knew he was waiting, he had called them ten times, and paged them, and was getting close to sending out an APB. Finally, after another five minutes of waiting he saw them come through the door.
"Sheppard! Emmagan!"
They looked over at him as he yelled their names and exchanged nervous glances before walking into his office.
"Where have you two been? I have been calling you for almost an hour."
John sat down in a chair across from Caldwell's desk and Teyla closed the door behind her just as he began to yell.
"Sorry sir, my phone died."
"That's a load of crap Detective you just don't want to have this meeting."
That was true John didn't want to have this meeting. He hated the FBI, for no real reason other than that he could. After he and Teyla had intercepted Intel from a terrorist organization, Caldwell had called the FBI for help and they sent the Joint Terrorism Task Force. He just didn't like that it made it seem like he and Teyla couldn't handle it themselves.
"I don't think we need their help, we can handle this on our own."
"No, we cannot John."
John knew she was being rational and was probably right but he was in the middle of getting his frustration out before seeing the agents because Caldwell might actually kill him, like he threatened to do on more than one occasion.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Please calm down, we have stalled long enough."
John let out a huff and Caldwell nodded at Teyla.
"Thank you. Now they have been waiting here as long as I have, so let's go talk to them."
John nodded reluctantly and got up.
"Where are they?"
"The conference room was booked so I put them in interrogation room C." John let out a small laugh.
"You have had two FBI agents waiting in an interrogation room for the past hour. You are so dead."
"No Sheppard, you are." The laugh died as he looked through the observation window into the interrogation room.