For some reason, Gaeta couldn't quite focus on why he felt so odd. On the one hand, even though he was still terrified at the idea that he was some sort of Cylon spy, he somehow couldn't help but feel strangely delighted. About everything. Even the fact that he was probably a Cylon didn't upset him. It was also pretty nice to feel good. He felt great, like he was floating. Everything seemed bright and colorful, and things were moving that probably shouldn't be but it didn't bother him in the slightest. On the other hand he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Dr. Cottle had told him that he would feel better, more in control and he had been looking forward to that.

He did feel better, in that for the first time in months he didn't feel tired. But control? It was all he could do to not start running down the corridor. Worse, he had kept wanting to giggle the entire time he had been holding Dr. Baltar at gunpoint. That mirth rose up in him again as he and Dualla walked down the dark corridors that led to the special brig, but he forced it down, allowing himself just a slight smile. It would not help at all to collapse in hysterical giggles in front of Dualla. She was being such a good sport

"Why are you smiling, sir?" Dualla asked. She looked more than a little nervous. It was important, Gaeta thought suddenly, to not let Dualla know how good he was feeling. Except, that suddenly he wasn't feeling so good. Suddenly, the crawling sensation under his skin seemed to ramp up and it felt as though small animals were trying to claw their way out of his body. It seemed like everything had gone dark as well, even though he knew the lighting hadn't even flickered. It's because I'm a Cylon, he thought suddenly. He didn't disbelieve the test results, he just didn't trust the test. Sharon had passed it, after all. There was still no explanation for all of the evidence he had accumulated, and certainly no explanation for why he felt so odd. Still, he had to say something.

" Dr. Baltar… I think he's crazy," he said finally.

Dualla nodded. " He has seemed a little… off." She looked at him worriedly. " To be honest, sir… you seem a little off these last few hours. What did you mean when you told Dr. Baltar not to talk to … her?"

That was easy, he thought with relief. " Dr. Baltar is crazy," he said quickly. " I know it's one of those things that no one talks about, but he's certifiable. I mean, I work with him. He's comfortable with me and he does things that he wouldn't do in front of anyone else. He talks to himself a lot, and I listen, and it's pretty obvious that he talks to a woman…. It's like a friend to him, and more because he usually gets very … excited when he talks to her." Excited wasn't really the word, sexually aroused was a much better term, but he wasn't sure it was a great area to get into with Dualla. Dr. Baltar was, after all was said and done, a pretty disgusting human being.

"How did you know that she was blonde?" Dualla asked.

" He usually dates blondes," Gaeta said. He stopped walking, and looked down at the sheaf of papers that Baltar had handed him. It wasn't just his test results, he realized. Baltar had also handed him the test results for Colonel Tigh and Sharon Valerii. He looked through the figures and results. Tigh's results were no surprise, but Sharon's… "That bastard!"

Dualla stepped back. " What?"

" I know how to get Sharon to talk," he said darkly. He took a deep breath and then let it out, willing himself to stay calm. It was hard, harder than he expected, because he wanted to run back to the lab and smash his fists into Baltar's lying face. The problem was that he just didn't have time. He had to know. It was like there was a ticking clock going off in his head telling him that the time to find out the truth was very short, and getting shorter. Which was strange in itself because he had completed the virus program changes before waking Dualla.

In a sudden moment of clarity, it occurred to him that he was the one who was acting certifiable. He wasn't a Cylon, the tests proved that, and if Baltar was suspicious of him, then it was because he had been behaving… badly. Then again, he had the proof that Dr. Baltar was hardly behaving well, didn't he?

He felt cold, like he had been splashed with cold water. Dr. Baltar was lying, had been lying. The scientist had to have known that Sharon was a Cylon. The attempt on the commander's life… the sheer hell everyone had been through since then. It could have been prevented. It should have been prevented. Baltar had betrayed them, had kept silent about Sharon being a Cylon. What he didn't understand was why. As much as it disgusted him on a personal level, he could understand how someone like Chief Tyrol might have been swayed to ignore his suspicions. He thought that he was in love with the machine, after all. But Dr. Baltar hadn't even known Sharon Valerii until the destruction of the colonies. There was no reason for him to feel any sort of loyalty to Sharon at all. So why had he lied?

" Lt. Gaeta? Sir?" Dualla shook him slightly. He realized suddenly that he had stopped walking. Dualla was looking at him, with more than a hint of worry on her face. She shook him again. " Are you sure you're all right? You went away there for a moment. Maybe we should stop down at sickbay and see Dr. Cottle."

The internal clock that had seemed to stop for a few moments suddenly began ticking again, loudly in his ears and faster. It amazed him that Dualla didn't hear it too, because it was so loud, he almost couldn't hear her. " No… I have to talk to Sharon. She knows the truth. I have to be absolutely certain." Because if he was a Cylon, a sleeper agent like Sharon, it was possible that his anti-Cylon virus was really an anti-human virus. His weapon could be used against the fleet.

But the test results…. He struggled to hear the rational thought but it was drowned out by the ticking clock. Sharon could tell him whether he was a Cylon or not, and he would make her do it. Because that would feel good, and he wanted to get that feeling back, and just turning his attention back to interrogating Sharon made him feel better. Good even. The crawling sensation eased back into pleasant tingling again. " Remember our deal, if I am a Cylon…."

Dualla rolled her eyes. " Yes, I'll shoot you, sir. But I think you should trust the test results."

" We have to be sure," Gaeta said again. The tests results though…. I'm forgetting something, he thought as they continued down the corridor, something important. He shook it off and let the warm colorful happy sensation roll over him. It was an unpleasant thought, whatever it had been. He would think about it later, once he was certain he wasn't a Cylon