Note: This story contains spoilers, now all throughout Season 1. Do NOT read this if you do not want to be spoiled. (I know, you already read Chapter 1, but I hate people who don't adequately protect spoilers)

Innogen: Answer's here! I really thought it was obvious, I thought I gave too many hints, but I guess not (in a good way, of course)

Ain't Nobody: Chapter 3 goes back to the interrogation (Tigh had to act quick on what he found out). I always thought that when Sharon came out, Baltar would be hosed.

Zelinia: Boomer's on my wallpaper at work! She's by far my favorite character, and yeah, there should be many more fics centered on her.

Thanks for commenting, I really, really appreciate it!

Colonel Saul Tigh had the fleet in his hand. Bill Adama was in sick bay fighting for his life, and a mutineer was running the bridge. This wasn't the way he wanted to get his first command, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Tigh walked out of the secondary brig, faced by four Marines assigned as guards.

"If it tries to escape," Tigh said. He paused. "If it tries to escape, shoot to subdue. Don't kill it. If it wants anything to eat or drink, see that whatever is brought down here."

"Sir?" the lead Marine asked.

"You heard me," Tigh shouted. "Don't kill Lieutenant Valerii unless necessary."

Tigh went to CIC and found the whole place eerily calm. Lee had that effect on people. He knew how to say the right thing, and for that, Tigh was grateful. The XO couldn't say the right things, it wasn't in his job description.

"Captain, walk with me," Tigh said after entering the compartment. He and Lee headed for the walkway overlooking the pit and the central Dradis console.

"What did it tell you?" Lee asked Tigh quietly, doing his best not to be heard by anyone in the command center.

"A lot," Tigh answered, handing Lee the 12 drawings provided by Sharon. "She drew those."

Lee flipped through the pages. "Seen him, seen her… that was the assistant that accused Dr. Baltar of being a traitor, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Tigh muttered. "Go on."

"Seen him," Lee said as he found the page with Leoben Conroy. "More than I care to."

"Go on."

Lee hit page 11 and nearly dropped the papers all over the bridge. "Holy frack!"

"I want him tested, but if I find out he's a Cylon, I swear to the Lords of Kobol, I will personally rip that sonofabitch from limb to limb."

Lee stared at the paper. He noticed the short-cropped, dark hair. The older features struck Lee as odd, but the slightly rounded face left no doubt who the 11th Cylon was. It was a face Lee once admired, but after seeing the drawing, that admiration turned to Hell-fired hatred.

"I'll need Mr. Gaeta. Apparently, Dr. Baltar wasn't as honest with us as he could have been."

"Does that surprise you, sir?"

"No. Valerii says that he has been faking the test results. She said he tested her, and she came back clean. I want Gaeta to tear into that machine and see if he can figure out what tests have been forged and if he can run a clean test. We do have a subject that will show Cylon now, guaranteed, and as for now, she's cooperating."

"She should, we'll kill her otherwise." Lee stared at Tigh for a moment. The Colonel was surveying the CIC below him, watching how the people moved quickly and quietly about their jobs. "Colonel? What did she tell you down there? You can't seriously trust a Cylon!"

"I don't trust her. Not now. Probably not ever. But for now, she gave me good information, and I have to investigate it."

"I understand, sir."

"I want a Raptor and two Vipers on standby. Gaeta doesn't sleep until he fixes that Cylon detector. Once it's fixed, I want Doc Cottle on board, and we'll go get a blood sample to be the second to check."

"Understood. He's on Colonial One right now. Sir, did she blow up the base ship?"

"Racetrack confirmed it. She did the job we asked her to do."

"We can't trust her…"

"Captain, if you were an agent on a base star, and they gave you a job, to go blow up Galactica, would you do it to prove your loyalty as a Cylon?"

"Of course I wouldn't…"

"She did. Like it or not, that's a point in her favor. Your father would agree, and you know it."

Lee sighed and handed Tigh the 12 crucial pieces of paper. "Yeah, and that's why I'm not him. I don't have to trust her, I don't have to even question her motives."

"Our survival depends on information. We have a Cylon in our brig spewing information. If we find that it is correct, we will act on it. That's our job."

"Does Gaeta have a jump plotted outta here in case a base ship shows up?"

"Yes, sir, he does."

"Send him to the lab with two Marines. I want reports every hour on his progress, and I want reports on your father at the same intervals. In the meanwhile, make sure that Raptor and the Vipers are ready to go. We have a date with Mr. Thomas Zarek once the detector is up and running."