AN: this is a lighter chapter. I finally updated (cheers)

Part Two: In Which Weir, Ford, and McKay Partake in Spying

Elizabeth and Rodney waited silently outside of the medical bay. It had been nearly a week since Teyla's episode in the debriefing room, and they had heard nothing from Major Sheppard or Teyla about her condition.

They were curious.

Carson Beckett stepped from the bay and nearly crashed into Rodney. "Rodney! Dr. Weir? What are ye doin' here?"

"Please, let's go to your office."

"Can we make this quick?" Rodney asked, "I have things to do."

Carson looked between them as the each took an arm and dragged him to his office. At that moment, Aidan Ford stepped out from behind the door and pushed Carson into his office.

"What is this about?" Dear Lord, Carson thought, what had he done to deserve this?

"Teyla." Ford said simply.

Carson looked between the three of them; standing around him trying their hardest to look menacing (Rodney just looked annoyed).

"What about her?"

"What was wrong with her?" Elizabeth asked.

"And why haven't we seen Major Sheppard around?" Rodney added.

"And how come they've avoided the general population here?" Aidan finished for them.

Oh, well…how did he explain this…easy answer for that…

"I'm afraid I just can't discuss that with you, patient confidentiality."

They stared at Carson.

"What if I made it an order?" Elizabeth asked. She was extremely worried for her friends.

"Sorry, Dr. Weir."

"Can't you tell us?" Aidan asked, "She'll never know."

"Patient confidentiality is a big thing," Rodney muttered, "however, it doesn't extend post mortem…"

"You can't seriously be suggesting killing Teyla just to find out what's wrong with her, can you?" Carson asked, suddenly very worried. Elizabeth looked at Rodney.

"Rodney…."

Rodney waved his hand in dismissal. "No, just stating a fact."

Elizabeth turned back to Carson. "Can you answer us just one question?"

"Depends…" Carson said wearily.

"Is it life threatening?"

Carson cocked his head to the side. "No. Life-altering, yes. But not life threatening."

"Good, thank you Carson."

And with that Elizabeth, Rodney, and Aidan left Carson's office.

"Oh…bloody hell…"

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Weir, Ford, and McKay huddled around in the debriefing room. "What could Carson have meant?" Weir asked worriedly.

"Look," Rodney said, "it's obvious she's not going to die, so why don't we just wait?"

"Aren't you the least bit curious, McKay?" Ford asked. McKay glared at him.

"What are you suggesting, Lt? Spying?"

Ford's eyes lit up and he turned to Weir.

"What a good idea, Rodney," Weir said with a smile.

McKay was shocked. "Elizabeth, you can't be serious?"

"I am the leader of this little expedition, and I want to know. Don't worry Rodney, we'll give you all the credit," she said with a smile.

"That's what I'm afraid of…"

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Ford stuck his head out and peered around the corner. "All clear," he whispered back. He tiptoed out of the debriefing room and Weir and McKay followed him slowly.

A door to the left of them opened and Zalenka walked out. He stared at them as they walked stealthily down the corridor.

"Right…" he muttered to himself before retreating back into the lab.

Ford paused at the next corner. A young private walked around the corner and ran smack into him.

"Sorry sir!"

"It's fine, have you seen Major Sheppard?"

"Yes sir, he's in the mess, with Teyla."

Ford, Weir, and McKay traded dark looks. "Thank you, Private," Weir said softly.

The private nodded and walked away hurriedly.

"Let's go," McKay hissed. Now that they were partaking in spying, he wanted to get it over with.

They rushed to the transporter at the end of the hall and climbed in. They were heading for the mess.

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Ford raised his hand, bringing McKay and Weir to a halt. "There," he whispered, pointing to a table in the corner. Teyla and Sheppard were sitting across from each other. They each had a gallon of ice cream in front of them and looked as if they were having a fine time.

"That's a lot of ice cream…" Weir muttered.

"That's my mocha flavored ice cream!" McKay cried indignantly.

"Shhh!" Weir hissed, pressing her hand over McKay's mouth. Ford looked at Rodney in disgust.

"Mocha flavored? That's nasty, man."

"Just because you have no taste doesn't mean I can't have tastes as well!" Rodney said into Elizabeth's hand. She drew her hand back.

"You licked my hand, Rodney."

He glared at her, "Better tasting than Mocha flavored ice cream."

Ford choked back a laugh at the look of surprise on Weir's face. "Hold it, they're moving!"

The spies' attention went back to the table. Sheppard stood and was talking softly to Teyla. She frowned and pointed to her ice cream (the mocha flavored kind). Sheppard grinned and grabbed it from her. He proceeded to lick the ice cream. Teyla leapt to her feet and lunged after him. Laughing, he took off with her ice cream in hand.

"He licked it," Rodney said weakly, "I may never be able to eat Mocha flavored ice cream again!"

"I doubt that," Weir muttered. "Let's follow them."

Ford grinned and set off at a brisk pace.

They would discover the secret…even if they had to ask outright!