Kara strode in a while later, arching a brow at all the whispering among the pilots and deckhands. Going over to a viper, she crouched down and peered underneath. "Hey Carrie, what's going on? Everyone's acting like we just found Earth or something…" Smirking, Carrie slid the body-board from under the viper and shook her head.

"You won't believe it; Sharon stabbed Tyrol with a screwdriver."

Watching for a moment, Kara tried to work out whether Carrie was telling the truth or messing with her. She eventually looked around and back again. "Frak! Why? Domestic?" At the shake of a head, Kara stood. "Where's Lee?"

"Playing the Boss Man I guess." Carrie shrugged and slid back under the viper. "So where you been?"

"Nowhere really…" She could almost hear the disbelieving snort she imagined Carrie gave. "What? It's true?"

"Uh-huh. Sure." There was a quiet laugh before Carrie re-emerged. "I've heard about your little visits to Dr Baltar, you feeling okay there Thrace?"

"Just peachy." She tried to hold back a blush, covering it up with a forced smirk. "You on patrol next?" Carrie shook her head, swapping the tool in her hand for another in the small toolbox. Kara glanced around the deck. "Then who's flying my wing?"

Another laugh and Carrie looked over the deck, towards the group of rookie pilots who were talking. "Constanza does get on your nerves right?(!)"

Rolling her eyes, Kara stepped back. "I better go see what the hell happened to Sharon. If I'm not back in twenty, cover me?" Carrie raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Kara had just casually asked her to cover an eight hour patrol, what did she think this was?!

"Sure, scoot. She's in Lifestation, don't ask." With a nod, Kara headed of the deck towards Lifestation and - hopefully - answers too.

Doc Salik had checked Sharon over and left her in the care of two marines. They were sitting just outside the curtains that where pulled around the bed, chattering away when Kara approached, straight from talking to a tech about Tyrol. "I need to see Lt Valerii."

"Sorry Sir, I can't let you do that." One of the marines said offhand, not even bothering to look up. He knew it was Kara Thrace and he knew he shouldn't let anyone, including her in to see the patient/crazy woman, but his twice broken nose told him to just let her pass.

"Kaluza, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you." Kara said simply, pushing past them and through the curtains.

"Who's that?" The other marine asked, eyeing her back practically throwing mental daggers at it.

"Thrace. You get brig duty alot right? You'll meet her properly soon enough…"

Sharon was lying in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiles that she could see. One hand was absently tapping on the bed sheets, her hands and feet tied to the bedrails so she couldn't move. She had no idea why she was here, why she was restrained and quite frankly she didn't want to know. This wasn't the first blackout she'd had, in fact there had been at least six preceding it. Something caught her eye and she looked towards the end of the bed just in time to see a blonde woman slip between the curtains. As much as she tried to force it back, the question slipped through.

"Kara? Kara…why am I here?"

Sharon was asking HER?! Trying not to look as confused as she felt, Kara perched on the far edge of the bed. "What happened with Tyrol?" She watched as the younger pilots eyes widened, a mix of confusion and fear filling them.

"W-what do you mean?" Gods that didn't sound good. Trying desperately to remember in the hour or so between blacking out and waking up in Lifestation.

"You don't know?" Kara wondered if telling her was the right thing to do. It seemed like Sharon, normal, skittish, slightly naive Sharon but she couldn't be sure… "You stabbed Tyrol. Cally found him with a screwdriver in his shoulder…. What the hell happened Sharon?!"

Having listened very carefully to what Kara said, Sharon almost gave a disbelieving snort. Almost. It was the deadly serious look in the other woman's eyes that stopped her. Swallowing hard, she shrugged as much as she could, biting down on her lower lip.

"I don't know. I…I don't remember… Is he okay?" It worried her a little that that question came right at the end of her thoughts, that it hadn't been first and foremost in her mind. After all, she loved Galen more than anything, she wouldn't hurt him. "I didn't do it Kara."

The look in Sharon's eyes was heartbreaking. She looked so young, so innocent, so sad. "I want to believe you Sharon. I do…" Kara said simply before putting a more stoic mask in place, her voice changing to match. "The Chief is doing okay. He's had the necessary treatment and has been ordered to rest for thirty six hours absolute minimum. I suggest you rest too Sharon, there's alot of people who will want to talk to you." Giving her a small nod, Kara turned to leave. Things were just getting more and more frakked up.

Both Adama men sat in the Commanders office on opposite sides of the desk while Adama himself read over a report. "She stabbed him with a screwdriver?" He checked before going back to the piece of paper in his hands. "Any idea why?"

Lee shook his head, shifting uneasily in the chair. "Well…" He started, gesturing with his hands. "Lt Valerii and Chief Tyrol have been…having a 'relationship' for a while now according to…sources." He inwardly cringed, he couldn't tell his father that half the ship had known and no-one had told him.

"I know." The words caught Lee off-guard and Adama noted it. He often wondered if his son saw him the way he imagined Lee saw him; as a silly old man. Putting the paper down onto the desk, Adama made a point of pulling his framed family portrait closer, watching as Lee shuffled in his seat again. They would need to talk soon. The problem was getting Lee to speak at all. "I've known for a while. It still doesn't explain why she would stab him."

"Lovers tiff? Difference in opinion? There's many reasons why a woman would want to stab her lover. A point to note however is that she stabbed him in the shoulder when she could have easily stabbed him somewhere that would cause more damage, like the chest. I believe she wasn't trying to kill him, she was just…angry."

"Angry pilots we don't need. Anger is a useful tool if it's moderated otherwise…" He let his sentence trail off as he signed the report and removed his reading glasses. "How is Chief Tyrol?"

"He's doing good. The impact was hard enough to break his clavicle. It was a clean break so the doctor fused it. There was some muscle and slight nerve damage but that should repair in time although…his arm may not regain it's full strength and function."

"Give him my best wishes. I'll see to it that Lt Valerii is fully checked over by both Dr Salik and a psychologist from the Lenna Dell. There must be a logical reason for her actions… We can only hope." Adama watched his son stand and give a small nod in acknowledgement.

"We can only hope." He repeated, knowing just what his father was thinking. Cylons looked like humans now… What if it were possible that Sharon Valerii was a- No. She was Kara's best friend, she couldn't possibly be a Cylon. "Thank you for your time Sir." He said, barely containing a yawn.

"I hope you have some downtime coming up Captain, you look exhausted."

"Yes Sir. I have ten hours off now in fact. I was thinking of going across to the Innersun, change of scenery and all."

"Sounds like a good idea." Adama said quietly, slipping his reading glasses back on. "I'll see you when you get back Captain."

Lee silently left his fathers office, wondering when they would finally be able to speak like father and son. Even before Zak's death they had never been particularly close. William Adama was the perfect hero, the man who every boy should aspire to be but always knew they wouldn't come close. He looked up in time to see a figure disappear around a corner, gesturing wildly with his hands. One more meeting before his little 'vacation' wouldn't go amiss.

"S-sit down Captain." Gaius gestured to a chair near his desk as he sat down himself. Pushing a few papers around the desk nervously, he pulled a cigar box from the top drawer with his other hand, pressing the open button and holding it out to Lee. "Cigar?"

"I don't smoke but thanks." Lee replied casually, looking around the large room which was half quarters, half office. The lab itself was through a hatch opposite the end of the bunk. It wasn't the type of place he expected Kara to be in. It was too much of a organised mess, if you didn't know Gaius Baltar then you would swear it was the office of a Cylon obsessed nut and if you did know him you'd think the same. Eyeing Gaius himself, Lee tried to see whatever She saw in him. He seemed…average in looks, his intelligence was more insanity and he had the shiftiest eyes this side of a Tauron thriller movie.

"So what can I do for you Captain?" The words sounded confident even if their owner looked scared frakless.

"Doctor, I know about you and Kara."

"You do?" Gaius seemed taken aback by Lee's blatant statement. He took one of the cigars and lit it, taking a deep drag, his confidence seeming to increase tenfold. "And?"

"And…I wanted to ask what your intentions where."

"Intentions? Captain, I have no idea how any of this concerns you. What me and Lt Thrace do is of no consequence to you or anyone else-"

A breeze brushed his neck, making the short hairs stand on end. He felt a hand settle on his shoulder, felt her breath against his ear as she spoke, that gentle voice, the edge on the 'G'. "Gaius don't talk to him. Make him leave. She's coming and you wouldn't want him to hurt you, would you?(!)"

"She…Kara?" He asked instinctively, cringing as Lee spun around to look at the door behind him, obviously assuming Kara herself had just walked in.

"What?" He asked, turning back around, more than a little pissed.

"I was just saying that Kara and I can do what we please, it's nothing to do with you. I am a civilian and we aren't breaking any rules-"

"You're breaking hearts though, aren't you Gaius?" Six grinned, standing behind Lee, her hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning in to pretend to whisper in his ear. "Wait for it. Knock, knock, knock."

Right as she said that last 'knock', there came three raps at the hatch. Both men looked to the hatch and back to each other.

"You should get that." Lee said simply, standing and opening the hatch. He barely looked at the person that walked in. She did, however, notice him and frowned in confusion. "Hi Lieutenant. I was just passing by. Please, don't let me disturb you." He said with a hint of sarcasm, slipping out of the hatch and into the corridor.

Kara knew why he was acting like this. Some pathetic silent rule that said 'best friends share everything'. So she hadn't told him about her and Gaius, big frakkin deal. "Get over it Lee. It's nothing to do with you."

"That's just what I…said…." Gaius piped up, trailing of when Kara gave him a disapproving look.

"Whatever Kara. I've got work to do." The hatch slammed with a hollow, metallic ring.

Kara sat on the edge of Gaius' desk, batting his hand away as he moved to touch her own. Her eyes looked cold and he knew something was wrong, could hear Six standing behind him, her 'breathing' loud in his ears. "I-is something wrong?"

"Wrong?" Kara gave a small smile but there was something about it that just wasn't right. "Yes Gaius, there's something 'wrong'. I went to visit Chief Tyrol a few minutes ago. While we were talking, he remembered why Lieutenant Valerii stabbed him."

"Really?" Gaius held out his cigar to her, smiling as she leant forward and took it in her lips. "And the reason?"

It was a few minutes before Kara spoke, silently smoking the cigar, tapping one foot against the side of the desk. Just when he was getting impatient, she nodded towards his bunk. "Because he found explosives on her raptor and she told him she hadn't noticed them. When he said there was no way she could have missed them…she got angry. I think your friend there knows more than she's letting on though, she told me that Sharon was a scapegoat for the cylons."

"F-friend?" Gaius slowly turned to look towards his bunk, gasping quietly when he saw Six sitting there, smiling. He hurriedly turned back and shook his head. "Ah…w-what friend?"

"That friend." Kara didn't seem phased as she nodded towards the bunk again. "Nadine Six or something like that. I've seen her a few times now. At first I thought she was your assistant or something…" She smirked at the 'something', she had obviously thought they were something more. "Then I realised that no-one else could see her…except you."

"It's Naomi Six and yes, we were, and I suppose to some extent still are, 'something'." Gaius looked about ready to cry, looking between the two women like a rabbit caught in between two very fast moving cars with very bright headlights. "So come on, ask him." It was right about then that Gaius noticed something strapped to Kara's thigh, saw her reach for what was inside. Dear Lords, this was it.

Kara pulled the sidearm out and quite casually pointed it at his forehead, her other hand reaching up to take the cigar from between her lips as she licked them. "So…are you a Cylon?"

The words were trying to force their way out. Maybe he could pretend he couldn't see Six? Maybe if he put on the charm, she'd put the sidearm down and he wouldn't feel so damned terrified. Reaching out slowly, he touched her leg, his eyes focusing on hers best they could. "Kara, you know that I am not a Cylon. H-how could I be?! This is ridiculous. Just put the gun down and I'll pretend you never did this, okay? I-it never happened. I'm quite sure the Commander wouldn't want to hear that his best pilot was going a little stir-crazy-"

"I'M NOT…crazy." He gulped again, cowering back away from the gun…and from her. He knew that if she wanted to, Kara could probably kill him with her bare hands. Not a pleasant thought. "I'll ask you again; Are you a Cylon?"

"NO!"

Kara glanced at Six and back again, obviously unimpressed. "Then why don't I believe you?" Grabbing him by the throat, she dragged him out of his chair and threw him to the ground. "What really gets me, is how I can see her. Think you can answer that genius? How can I see her?" He shook his head vigorously, scrambling back against the bunk. "You don't know? Oh come on! Cylons must share their secrets…" A kick to the abdomen and he instinctively curled up in a ball.

"Kara…please…"

"Please? Please what? Please don't hurt you? Please don't blow whatever the frak it is you call a brain out of your head? Sorry, I don't listen to begging by Cylons." Another kick, this time to his lower back and Gaius rolled onto his back, hands still clamped over his abdomen. "Aww is it hurting? Why don't you just turn of the part of your 'brain' that feels pain? It can't be that hard…" A part of her felt sorry for the figure lying on the floor, wondered just how human he really was. He sure had felt human, smelled, tasted, touched like a human.

He had lied to her. Misled her.

She kicked him again, not caring if his hands were in the way or not. There was a dull crack as the wrist of his right hand snapped with the impact, his whole body rolling onto its side, head rested against the floor at an angle, a cry of pain as tears flooded into his eyes.

"Come on Gaius! Genius… Turn the programming off!"

His voice was shaky, a slight gurgling sound surrounding it as blood forced its way up into his throat. "I'm not….a Cylon…" He managed to force out, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A hand reached out to wipe it away, smiling as her fingers came away clean.

"Actually Gaius, you are."

His eyes flashed up to look at Six but she was gone. "I-I'm not…" He whispered, spitting a little blood onto the metal deck. "Kara…please….stop…" She took a step back, something in his eyes catching her off-guard. Something human and… A trick. She drew back a leg, kicking him hard in his ankles, his thighs. Gaius had all but resigned to an early death when he heard a knock at the hatch. "HELP ME! SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! SHE'S A CYLON!"

Kara's eyes shot to the hatch and back again. The hatch started to open and she gave the doctor one last kick in his groin as she stepped back, smirking.

The hatch flung wide open, a figure freezing in the hatchway. "Doctor Baltar? What…" Gaeta looked up at the Lieutenant, obviously confused. She put her cigar, half burnt out, to her lips and took a drag.

"He's the frakkin Cylon."

Eight hours. Eight long hours sat in a viper cockpit, with nothing but the wide expanse of space to look at. As much as Carrie liked watching the stars, eight hours was enough to drive her insane. Waiting for the Viper to be pulled back onto the deck and the ladder set up, she slowly climbed out and stood for a minute, trying to get the blood flowing back to her legs fully before walking anywhere.

"CARRIE!"

She jumped a little at the shout, frowning as she looked at the man running towards her. First names on deck, must be important. "Lee, where's the fire?!"

He skidded to a stop and took a moment to catch his breath. "Kara….She…."

"Is she okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah….she….Baltar said she was a Cylon, they're in lockup."

Carrie eyed him for a moment as she pulled of her gloves and the top of her flight suit. "A Cylon huh?" She asked, almost rhetorically, starting for the hatch. "How'd he come up with that?"

"No idea. Kara went to see him and next thing I know, I'm being told how Gaeta found him beat senseless. Kara said something about Baltar being a Cylon and some woman in his head…" He babbled as he followed her. If the situation wasn't so serious, Carrie would have laughed at the look of utter confusion on his face.

"It's okay Lee. We'll sort this out." She slipped through the hatch and started down towards Alpha pilots quarters. "So why'd you come to find me?"

He gave her a total 'are you kidding?!' look and shrugged. "You were there on that mission, you can back me up when I say that there's no way Kara's a Cylon."

"I already told the Commander there was no way she was a Cylon."

"You did?!" He narrowed his eyes a little, pushing open the door to quarters and holding it. "When did you two talk about that?"

"Earlier. After the party. We played cards and had a chat." She pulled some clean duty clothes out of her locker and dropped them on the bunk, grabbing a towel and her shower bag. "Three minutes." She disappeared into the showers.

Lee sat down on Kara's bunk and waited, looking around at the things she kept on her little shelf. A little more curious than he ought to be, he opened her locker and took a look. A picture on the mirror caught his eye and he pulled it off, staring at it intently. He almost didn't hear Carrie come back in. "She loves that picture."

He started and turned, spinning back around quickly when he saw her in the towel. "Sorry."

"Nothing you haven't seen before. So what will they do now? I mean, if the Doc's locked up too, there's no-one to carry on working on the Cylon detector…"

He shrugged and sat back down on the bunk, putting his head in his hands. "I don't know. I can't believe my father is even considering the possibility of her-"

"He has a job to do Lee." Carrie pointed out, pulling on her boots and grabbing her jacket. "How's Chief Tyrol doing?" She buckled her holster on, slipping the sidearm into it.

"He's good, resting up. Chief Lewis has taken on most of his shifts for the next few days." Chief Aidan Lewis had come aboard not long after the initial attacks. A crew Chief on the Verona, he had been convinced to take his first vacation in five years, ending up on the luxury liner The Innersun. Within two weeks, he was on the Galactica working for Chief Tyrol.

"That man's gonna work himself to an early death." Carrie muttered, pulling open the hatch and waiting for Lee to go through.

"So what happened with you and him?" At her surprised expression, Lee smiled a little. "You thought I didn't know?"

Carrie couldn't help but smile back. "I forget, you know everything. It was nothing major. Come on, let's go see Kara."

"You're frakkin kidding me right?"

Adama just stared blankly at Kara.

"Come on Bill! You know I'm not a Cylon! I'm Kara Thrace, viper pilot, pain in the butt, I was engaged to your son! If anyone believes me, it's you!"

It was hard to watch her behind those bars, protesting her innocence. Each time he had seen her there before, it was for something small, insubordination, maybe a random act of violence….but this time….

"I can't just take your word for it Kara. Believe me, I want to, but it would be irresponsible of me to do that. Besides, these Cylons may not necessarily know they're Cylons-"

"I'M NOT A CYLON!" There were almost tears in her eyes as Kara fought to control her anger. "Bill…I'm not a Cylon. Ask Lee, ask Carrie, come on! You know I'm not!" She watched, pained, as he took a step back from the bars and instinctively reached out, grabbing his hand. The three marine guards all raised their weapons.

"Let go of him Kara." Lee said flatly, she looked up to see him and Carrie, the latter with a sidearm trained on her. Slowly letting go of his hand, she took a step back, closer to the bunk.

"What-…Carrie. Don't."

Watching Kara for a moment, Carrie holstered the sidearm. "Precautionary measure. How you doing?"

"Just frakkin peachy(!) Come on, tell them that I'm not a Cylon."

"Commander, she's not a Cylon. We talked about this."

Adama sighed and sat down on a chair. "Nightsky, We can't just take the word of three people. We need proof. Tangible proof and we haven't yet figured out a way get that proof.-"

The next few seconds went by in a blur. There was a sound, an explosion, loud almost deafening. The marines nearest the hatchway were thrown back inside as Lee and Carrie hit the floor. Kara fell back against the bunk, curling up into a ball. Adama, who was shielded by the bulkhead, hit the floor at an angle, managing to support himself before he hit his head on anything. Dust and debris flew into the brig, covering everything. There was a low rumble then… Nothing.

A choked cough and Lee crawled forwards, pulling himself towards his Father. "Dad? Dad are you okay?!" The older man stirred, turning slightly and nodding, sitting up.

"I'm okay…" They both looked to the cell, Lee scrambling forwards again.

"Kara?" She winced a little as she sat up, leaning back against the bunk.

"Frak me! What was that?!"

Both of their attention turned to Carrie as she stood up and went to check the marine guards, cringing as she saw that one only had the remnants of what used to be a head. "Both dead. Anyone hurt?"

Adama got to his feet and looked at Lee, Kara and the one remaining marine guard. "I don't think so. I should report into CIC-"

"You stay right here Sir."

"But-"

"She's right Dad. We'll get marines and a bomb team down here. If they were aiming for you we can't let them get another shot in."

With a resigned nod, Adama pulled his chair further from the cell and sat down, watching as the pair left.

Kara sat back on the bunk, feeling completely useless. They didn't believe her. Everyone thought she was a Cylon! She briefly wondered about Gaius, over there in that secure holding cell. He was the real Cylon, him and that 'apparition'.

"Oh, I AM real." Six said with a smile, standing by the bars. She took a few steps towards the bunk, stopping when Kara stood up menacingly. "What? Are you going to hit me now? You can try…"

Kara's fist flew forward, aiming for the woman's face but it was stopped before it could reach, by a hand on her wrist. Gulping, she looked up at the woman who had taken on a colder, more devious appearance. She shivered as the woman leant forwards and planted a barely there kiss on her lips, moving quickly as Kara lashed out with her other hand. "A word of warning Kara, you go near Gaius again and I will kill you. I promise you that."

As suddenly as she appeared, Six was gone. Kara sunk back down onto the bunk and looked across at Adama, who was staring wide-eyed.

"You try to fight thin air often Kara?"