a/n sorry for such a short chapter! But hey, it's the wkend...And thanks for the correction on the chapters!!!!!

Chapter 6

Three days later...three days without John...three days without any threats.

It can't be him!

But Weir sighed and trudged through the rest of the paper work on her desk. She had done her job...and now it was time to move on.

Beckett had his hands full that morning. A crew of scientists had gotten injured from and exploding personal shield.

What on earth were they trying to do?

He applied a jellied gauze on Zelenka's burn.

"So, where's McKay? Usually he's with you all. Complaining the loudest."

"Don't know where...I haven't seen him in a while actually."

"Hmm...I bet he's just weary of these personal shield devices."

"Yeah."

Beckett released him and moved on to his next burn victim. Kavenah. Ugh.

"Morning, Kavenah."

"Hmm."

"So were you in charge of this little project?"

"It's not like I'd knew it would explode!"

"Of course not...of course not."

Beckett studied the burn. Blisters and dry scaling...red patches up and down his arm...

"Let me go get something a little stronger than Neosporin."

The doctor scurried off and Kavenah watched him as he disappeared into another room. The scientist slid of the bed, wincing as his bad arm quaked under his weight, and then tiptoed off.

In the storage room, Kavenah's eyes scanned up and down the shelves...till they landed on something that made his eyes flicker with malice. A vial of blood, labeled "Elizabeth Weir Control Sample."

Elizabeth sat at the head of the conference table. She had called a meeting of her senior staff to discuss future operations on Atlantis.

"Where's McKay?"

Her team shrugged, they had hardly noticed, their eyes were on John's empty seat.

"Ford, go check his lab and the mess hall. Teyla-his quarters. We can't have this meeting without him."

Fifteen minutes later they reported back with a similar conclusion: McKay wasn't anywhere to be found.

"I heard a bunch of scientists got hurt in the lab today, maybe he's in the infirmary," Ford said.

"Alright," Elizabeth said as she picked up her communication device, "Is Beckett in? Uh-huh...ok...Is Rodney Mckay one of the scientists? Alright. Thank you."

Her face paled as she hung up.

"What is it?"

"No one has seen Mckay...or Beckett for that matter."

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