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A sickening feeling spread throughout Lee's body as the impact of his father's words sunk in. " Do you know what happened specifically?" Lee asked, his earlier conversation with Kara coming to mind.

" From what Kara could tell us, and Dr. Cottle's test we have a pretty good idea what happened..." Bill said as he walked over to his desk and opened the bottom drawer pulling out a bottle of aged ambrosia. He then poured two glasses one of which he handed to Lee " Kara remembers drinking several rounds of ambrosia with him, and then felt a little ill. He offered to walk her back to Pilots Quarters, however he instead took her to his quarters."

" And you're sure she didn't just leave with him and know regrets sleeping with him. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time that she frakked some guy and then regretted it the next morning." Lee said.

" If you need proof that she was drugged here," Bill said handing Lee a piece of paper " This is the report from Cottle. It contains the results of the blood test he ran on her. If you'll take a look at the last line you'll notice that her blood contains traces of a drug that is known to be used in assaults."

Then taking a swig from his glass of ambrosia Bill continued " Once they reached his quarters, her memory starts to degrade from there. She doesn't remember all of the specifics of what happened. Even with her spotty recollection there is enough other evidence."

" So what happens know?"

" Sergeant Hadrian, should be in the process of serving the arrest warrant on Dr. Baltar. But what I'd like to know right now is why you think Kara would make something like that up. You've known her most of your life, and aside from the fact she is the woman you love, why would you doubt her on an issue like this?" Bill asked confused.

" That would be because I've become the biggest jack ass known to man. I heard the rumors this morning about Kara and instead of talking to her I confronted her by accusing her of being a slut." Lee said before he downed the remainder of his glass of ambrosia.

" You did what? What were you thinking?"

" I wasn't dad, and that's the problem. I'm sure you've noticed that she and I haven't been on speaking terms recently, so when I heard the rumors I got jealous. Its not so much that I believed them, but the rational side of my brain decided to go AWOL and I managed to really frak things up."

" My advice to you son is give her some space, with time some of these wounds will heal." Bill told him.

Once he was done talking to the commander, Lee walked out into the corridor and started to wander aimlessly. His thoughts, couldn't get past the information that he'd gained from his father. But what bothered him the most is how he'd treated her a few hours ago. He'd let his blinding jealousy take over and he'd managed to cause her even more pain. When she'd needed him most he hadn't been there.

Baltar's Lab

Without knocking Sgt. Hadrian walked into Dr. Baltar's Lab flanked by two armed Marines.

" Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" he demanded in a superior tone. "This is my office and I am in the middle of some very important work."

" Dr. Giaus Baltar, you are under arrest, under Article 72-9 of the Colonial Military Justice Laws."

" I ... I ... beg your pardon, do you know who I am." Baltar asked trying to sound superior but instead his voice faltering and trembling.

" I couldn't care less if you're the President of the Thirteen frakking Colonies, I have a warrant issued for your immediate arrest and I have every intention of serving it." she replied as she advanced and put him in handcuffs.

" May I ask what, pray tell is Article 72-9?" Baltar asked.

" You are being arrested for the sexual assault of Lt. Thrace, so under the rights of the colonies you have the right to remain silent, which I really wish you'd take to heart at the moment, and the right to a lawyer, however I'm not sure if you'll be able to find one in the fleet that would be willing to represent you."

Once she'd informed him of his rights he was then taken to the brig.

After having sat in the brig for several hours he received his first visitor in the form of Lee Adama.

" So Doc how are the accommodations?" Lee asked in facetious tone, as he took off the jacket to his uniform leaving him in his pants and regulation tanks. He placed the jacket onto the guard's desk, took the keys to the cell out of his pants pocket and unlocked it. He than entered the cell and locked it behind himself.

" What are you doing?" Baltar asked nervously.

" I'm wondering how you can call yourself a man. A true man would never drug a woman, to get her in bed."

" Jealous, Captain?" Baltar replied smugly, before he flew into the bulkhead opposite of where he'd been standing. When he stopped seeing stars he found himself on the floor, with a bloody lip and a badly bruised jaw.

" My relationship with her isn't the issue. What you did is. You're not a man you're a frakking coward. What made you think that you could possibly be good enough for her? You are nothing." Lee said as he picked Baltar up by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against the wall. He then drew back his right arm and punched him with a right hooked that rivaled Kara's. When Baltar slid to the floor Lee kicked him once hard in the ribs, resulting in a cracking sound coming from Baltar's body

" So do you have anything to say?" Lee asked him.

" Only that you won anyway." Baltar replied in a raspy uneven breath.

" What the hell does that mean?"

" It means that even though she was with me in person, she wasn't in spirit."

" Can you speak in coherent sentences, or are riddles the only thing you know how to say?" Lee asked grinding his teeth and wishing he could put the man lying at his feet out of the nearest air lock.

Instead of answering him Baltar just dragged himself over to the cot that was provided and collapsed on it.

Gym

After her fight with Lee, Kara had gone to gym and beat the hell out of the punching bag that was there. She just let her emotions go, all the hurt, anger, frustration, and even shame. With every punch she inflicted on the bag another emotion would surface. She did this for a good two hours, and only stopped because of the pain that was now coming from her hands.

Kara sat down on a bench on the far side of the gym and took off her boxing gloves very tentatively. She then picked up her water bottle and took a few sips from it, before grabbing her towel and wiping the sweat from her face. Afterwards she got up and headed to the Life Station for the second time that day.

" Hey Doc, do have a minute for your favorite patient?" Kara asked with a smirk on her face.

" Sure Lt. what can I do for you this time."

" I need an anti-inflammatory for my hands and some pain killers wouldn't hurt" Kara replied truthfully.

" May I ask who, I'll be treating next?" Cottle asked her as he inspected the damage she'd done to her hands.

" The only thing I hit was the punching bag sir" Kara replied, wincing as he touched a sore spot.

" Well, I'm gonna need to x-ray both of your hands before I decide what course of treatment is best for you." He said as left the examination area, where Kara was sitting on one of the beds " are you coming Lt. or do think these x-rays are going to be done by magic?"

" Coming sir." She replied as she jumped off of the bed and followed the doctor.

After he took the x-rays Cottle told Kara to take a seat in the examination room area again. He also gave her two ice packs with strict instructions to but them on her hands while he developed the x-rays.

" Well Lt. you've managed to re-fracture the phalanges in your left hand."

" Frak it all to hell, this is the last thing I needed" Kara replied distraught over the fact that she'd end up grounded. " So for how long am I gonna be out of the cockpit?"

" I'd say anywhere from two weeks up, it depends on how well you heal. I'll have you put on light duty for the time being and in two weeks we'll reevaluate the situation. If the bones have knitted together well, you're not in extensive pain and you some range of motion I may clear you for duty then." Cottle told her " In the mean time I'm going to place a cast on your hand."

" Thanks doc" Kara told Cottle when he had finished casting her hand.

" You're welcome, but please try not to punch or kick anyone or thing." He replied.

She actually smiled when he said that, as she walked out of the Life Station back to quarters. Once in side Kara walked to her locker and pulled out her poetry journal. Her father had given her this book when she was four years old, however, she had only started writing in it after Zak had died. Carefully she opened the journal to the first page and read the poem she had written there.

The clouds are dark outside and the rain won't stop

There is a whole in my heart where you used to be.

I wish I could see your eyes and smile just one more time

To have you hold me and hear you tell me that you love me.

I am incomplete without you at my side

I love you and will always miss you.

A tear spilled from Kara's eyes as she read the entry that she'd written a couple of weeks after Zak's death. In retrospect even though her mother had tried to beat it out of her some of her father's creative side had managed to surface. When she had shore leave she would stay at her apartment in Delphi and there on occasion she would paint and write.

Kara then grabbed a pen from the shelf above her bunk and she then opened it to the next blank page in the book. But before she started writing she closed the curtains to her bunk. Once they were closed she made herself comfortable and started to write.

I feel the dirt seeping into my skin

I wash I scrub

But the grime still remains.

The bruises are fading

But I still feel the pain

There are no more tears to shed

But still I cry.

I am cold, slowly becoming numb.

I wish I could see the end

Will oblivion ever come?

Before she continued to write Kara grabbed her bottle of painkillers and took a few, to ease the sharp pain that was shooting through her left hand. All in all she was just glad that she hadn't frakked up her right hand because then she really would have been screwed. Once she'd taken the pills she started to write another poem in her journal.

Tears fall and the pain stays

I am drowning in this sea of despair.

I seek warmth and comfort

But all I find is the numbing cold.

The distance between those I love and myself keeps growing

How do I bridge the gap?

Will I ever get these broken pieces to fit together again?

I dream to be whole.