In Ronon's quarters, specifically Ronon's bathroom, Jen had completed a quick self check and she was confused, scared and upset. She had cuts and bruises, like Ronon, though not as many. Something had happened between them, she was sure of it – she just didn't know what. When the door opened, he instantly saw the fear on her face and he prepared himself for the inevitable questions.

Jen though, had other ideas. As Ronon backed into his room from the open doorway to let her enter, Jen darted past him, intent on reaching the door, but Ronon was quicker and snagged her arm, before she got half way there. Jen began to panic and started to pummel his broad chest with her small fists, which he caught easily in one of his large hands. After a brief struggle Jen found herself with her arms pinned behind her back by one hand, pulled tightly against Ronon's body, while his other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back so that she was forced to look at him.

"Ronon let me go, please let me go" she whispered.

"I can't Doc. I'm sorry, really sorry, but you have to stay here with me. You're sick and someone out there wants to hurt you" he whispered back, pointing at the door, his eyes keeping her locked in place just as effectively as his hand had done.

"I don't believe you, you're lying. Why are you lying? Why would anyone want to hurt me?" Her voice was now so low that Ronon had to strain to hear her.

"Jennifer, you know I wouldn't lie to you. Remember, you trust me". By this time was almost pleading with her. If she'd stopped trusting him, he knew that he would have no choice but to contact Sheppard for help.

"Tell me what the hell's happening to me then. I'm so confused" she said, her voice slightly stronger now.

"Do you trust me, completely trust me?" Ronon asked softly, as he brought his head down, closer to hers.

Jen closed her eyes and she gave a huge sigh, "Yeah" was all she said.

That was all Ronon needed to hear. He scooped her up easily and carried her back to the mattress, which was now against one wall. He slid down, still holding her tightly and made himself comfortable keeping her on his lap.



"Open your eyes Jennifer" he demanded "I want you to look at me, see that I'm telling you the truth".

Slowly she complied. "Okay I'm ready".

"Questions first. What's the last thing you remember after I came to see you in the infirmary that night?"

Jennifer answered slowly and carefully – her head was starting to feel fuzzy. "Okay, Marie woke me up before she went off shift – I told her to eat and get some sleep. Then I thought someone was watching me – I must have been seeing things 'cause I thought I saw Rula. I remember asking for my laptop to do some work. I must have fallen asleep and the next thing I remember is waking up here".

"You're sure there's nothing else?"

"I'm positive".

"Damn" sighed Ronon as he tapped his earpiece. "Sheppard, come in". A pause, then "No, she saw nothing. I know I said I'd contact you later but it looks as if she's starting to go into withdrawal now and I'll likely be occupied. We have no idea how long this will take, but if you find the person responsible - he's mine". Without waiting for a reply, he signed off.

"Ronon, don't feel well, I can't stop shaking. What's wrong with me?" murmured Jennifer, trying to crawl off Ronon's lap.

"Come on Doc, stay with me a little bit longer. Lorne brought medical supplies, we need to patch each other up".

Ronon didn't really want to let go of Jen, much less let her move away from him, but he knew he had no choice. He helped Jen to her feet and led her to where he'd stashed the band-aids. While Ronon explained everything that had happened to Jen in the past couple of days, she cleaned and dressed the worst of his wounds. When she realised that she had caused most of them, she went very quiet and couldn't look at him.

Placing a finger under her chin, he tipped her head back so that he could look into her eyes. "It wasn't your fault. You had no control over what you did, remember that".



Jen nodded. By the time that he had finished speaking though, Jen felt terrible. Her hands were shaking badly, her legs felt like jelly and she'd started sweating.

"Ronon what do I do? I mean, I read Carson's notes on Rodney but you've been through it, what more can I expect?" she ground out. Every part of her body felt on fire. "So hot" she said "feel so damn hot".

"You'll need something looser to wear" he said, going to his closet and pulling out his longest, thinnest and softest shirt.

Taking it back to her, he helped her change into it, noticing that she didn't seem to be as embarrassed as he would have thought and then carried her back to the mattress and laid her down. He filled a bowl with ice cold water, gathered together cloths and towels and dropped down on the mattress beside her, gently wiping her face as she tossed and turned, mumbling words he could not understand.

Meanwhile in the locked conference room, Rodney was giving his report.

"Right, according to the logs, there are 15 Doctors who have the authority to conduct research using the Wraith enzyme, Jennifer being one of them. I think we can safely rule her out, don't you? Of the other 14 – 2 couldn't hack it here and returned to Earth over 6 months ago, Carson" here he closed his eyes and paused briefly "is dead, as is one other. That leaves 10 suspects. At the moment 1, Dr Mills, is on leave on Earth and has been since before this mess began. There's the list".

He placed his PDA on the table and slid it across to Sheppard, who picked it up and checked the names on display.

"Okay, well when we cross you and Zelenka off, that takes us down to 7".

"No can do. If you are still planning to do the questioning with the kid present, then you're going to have to do both of us as well. I know we've nothing to hide, well I mean... everyone's got something to hide... even us... just not about this. It's not going to take long for the word to get around that you're questioning people and it'll take even less for someone to put two and two together and come up with the enzyme. If you don't test us, there'll be talk of favouritism".

"Gotcha" conceded Sheppard.



Sam held out her hand and Sheppard handed her the PDA. She scanned the list of names quickly and her face fell.

"Problem Sam?" asked McKay.

"Yes dammit. The one name I was expecting, actually hoping, would be on there, isn't" she said, disappointedly.

"Yeah. Jenkins was the obvious suspect wasn't he? We know that, for whatever reason, he doesn't like working for Keller and he's the one who pushed for her to be sent back to Earth for treatment. But for someone working in another galaxy, he seems strangely uncomfortable treating any non-Earth born humans" said Sheppard.

"Wonder how he managed to get posted here then. Probably knows somebody who knows somebody else etc." said McKay, "IOA I'll bet".

"Okay" said Sam, standing "we'll do the interviews in here. Kazy can sit in that corner" she pointed to the far side of the room, "drawing or whatever. She can keep an eye on proceedings and let us know if our suspect is lying or not".

"Does she understand what we want her to do? She's only 5, for Heaven's sake!"

"Yes Rodney, she knows and she knows how important it is".

"How are we going to play this? All in a room together and take them out individually, or just pluck them from their designated areas one at a time?" asked Sheppard.

"All together I think. Make sure whichever room we use has working cameras. When they've been interviewed, send them back to work – no contact with the ones left behind" answered Sam.

"Done this often Col?" asked Sheppard.

"No, but had it done to me plenty of times" she laughed. "Be nice to be on the other side of the table for a change".