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She blocks his first punch easily and within seconds she has him down on the mat. Blonde hair sticks to his forehead and he stretches his hands over his head. She reaches down and helps him to his feet. "You this rough with Sarge?" Michael rolls his shoulders. "Think that landing tweaked my back." He twists to stretch, his shirt pulling tight over his muscles.

"I am sure you will get used to it," Teyla smiles, "Sheppard did."

"Yeah, well, pretty soon your luck is gonna run out," Michael teases. "Another round?"

She raises her eyebrows, "If you wish."

This time it feels different. Like he has stopped holding back. He is fast, agile, powerful. More so than he has previously displayed. One mistake on her part, that is all that it takes, and she is on her knees. She sees an opening and is prepared to take it when her sparring partner disappears from her line of vision. A massive Ronon Dex takes his place.

"The hell do you think you're doing," he has Michael by the upper arm, grip so tight that Michael's face contorts with pain.

"Ronon," Teyla springs to her feet. "Let him go," she grabs Dex by the shoulder and tugs. "Ronon," she repeats, "Let. Him. Go."

Ronon relaxes his grip. "You okay?" he asks her.

"Of course, we were sparring." She turns to Michael. "Are youokay?"

"Yeah," Michael rubs his arm. "I'm fine." His focus turns to Dex and then back to Teyla. "I'll see you later?"

"Yes, the Copper Penny around 7?"

The Texan gives one last, confused, look at Dex. "See you there," he says lightly to Teyla.

Ronon watches Michael's retreat and then turns back to Teyla. "What was that?"

"I believe that I should be the one asking that question," she picks up her towel and water bottle. "Instead, I will ask you what you are doing here."

"Looking for Sheppard. Thought maybe he'd be in here with you."

She takes note of Ronon's casual attire. "I take it you are not here to work on a case together."

He grunts, "No."

She knows that while she was undercover, the DEA agent and Sergeant Sheppard had become friends. Or as close to friends as Dex would allow.

"Lunch break. Going surfing," he offers.

Teyla nods. "He is probably finishing up some paperwork."

Ronon stuffs his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts. "You and Kenmore going somewhere tonight?"

"Yes," she says. "We are going out of drinks."

"I don't like it," Ronon says.

Teyla wipes the sweat from her face. "Well," she says, "Michael Kenmore is my partner. And my friend." She tosses the towel over her shoulder. "And that is of no concern of yours."

Ronon does not say anything for a minute. Just crosses his arms. Biceps flexing. "Guess you're right. But like I said, don't like it." He changes tactics before she can respond. "You still going to meetings?"

She nods. "Yes. I am still sober, if that is what you were asking."

"Just want to check." He looks at his watch. "I'll see if Sheppard's in his office."

Teyla heads for the showers, feeling as though there was something that Ronon was not telling her.