Sharon was still chortling and hugging the test results when Dualla entered the special brig. She had made it a point to not see Sharon at all during the interrogation sessions. It was supposed to be a secret, and it had been. Until everything had blown up, no one had known that she was even involved.

She had to get the test results back. The virus had worked, which meant that Gaeta wasn't likely to get in trouble for trying to kill Sharon. In a just world, he would get a medal. But Baltar was going to make trouble, that was obvious. Whatever was on that paper, whatever had set Gaeta off and had pleased Sharon so much… That was a weapon that could be used to shut Baltar up. She didn't pretend to like blackmail, but she didn't see any other way to stop Baltar from pressing the point. Once the shock and surprise wore off, Baltar would be literally running to the commander.

Gaeta didn't deserve that. She had a very good idea of just how humiliated and embarrassed he was going to be over the drug rampage, and that was a lot. Felix Gaeta was her friend. She knew that he was the sort that got embarrassed if he had a spot on his uniform, or got a dressing down in public. Having a very public nervous breakdown from exhaustion, having everyone on the ship think he was a stim junkie or even better that he was frakking Sharon the Cylon, and then going on a rampage after a drug trip that rivaled one of the president's chamalla binges…. The last thing he needed was for Baltar to make a huge issue over being tied up. It wasn't like Baltar had gotten hurt. Sure, the commander would put him in his place, but it was just one more stick on the stress fire.

He had covered for her in the mutiny. She owed him a favor or two. " Sharon, you have to give me that paper."

Sharon looked at her. " Dualla… you've been in on this all along haven't you?" It wasn't a pleasant look that Sharon was giving her, but Dualla nodded. Sometimes you had to play through the pain, she thought as Sharon glared at her. She suddenly wondered how Gaeta had stood it, looking at the Cylon every day, conversing with it, taking its insult…

" I was," she said easily. " I heard every conversation. They were all recorded. The commander knows that you were baiting Lt. Gaeta the whole time. Was that just for kicks?" Dualla let the anger she had been repressing come out in her voice. " Did you enjoy driving him crazy?"

" Almost as much as he enjoyed using me for his little project." Sharon's eyes narrowed. " It worked too, didn't it?"

" Yes, it did." Dualla didn't want to get into just how lucky that was, but the dradis had made it pretty clear that they came within seconds of being destroyed.

" So he lied to me, and I told the truth, and you're mad at me. It figures." Sharon sniffed.

" He gave you what you wanted," Dualla said after a moment. " Would it have killed you to drop the game? You're lucky you didn't get killed. He was having a bad drug reaction."

Sharon smiled. " So you think I was just being a bitch? To poor little Felix who was having a rare reaction to mood enhancers? Didn't that strike you as odd? I mean really, have you ever heard of that happening before?"

"What are you getting at?" Dualla asked. It's a trick, she told herself. This is what Sharon does, this is what Cylons do. They lie and twist the truth.

" I'll answer his question for you, if you like. There are twelve models." Sharon paused, obviously enjoying the situation. " Twelve standard models… and he's not one of them."

Dualla tried not to show how relieved she felt. " Would it have hurt you to have said that to him?"

" You're clearly not as smart as he is," Sharon said nastily. " Standard models, Dualla. There's plenty of room for experimental models. Is he one? I don't know. Some of the experimental models were even harder to pick out than the standards. I saw a couple on Caprica. It's hard as Hades to convince some of them of what they are."

" Why are you telling me this?" She knew, of course. The Cylon was attempting to sow discontent, and it wasn't going to work..

" The other Sharon… she got depressed. Dr. Cottle tried medicating her, but it just made things worse. Instead of helping her, she got angry, and a little manic. That's when she shot herself in the face. And then the commander. You remember that, don't you?"

" I want the paper in your hand," Dualla said sternly. I will not let her do this, she told herself.

Sharon chuckled. " I don't need it anymore," she said as she thrust it through the opening in the glass. " I just don't see why you want it." She waited expectantly.

Dualla snatched the paper from her hand before it could be pulled back. " I don't have to play this game, and I am not going to. I have my reasons and that's all you'll ever know."

" You're protecting him, aren't you?" Sharon sneered. " You might be protecting one of us, you know."

With lightening speed, Dualla reached through the glass partition, and grabbed Sharon, slamming her into the glass, cracking it in places. " You listen, you lying little bitch. If he was one of you, then he would also be a lying little bitch, and not someone I respect and care about. I suggest you shut your mouth before I decide to talk Commander Adama into spacing your sorry Cylon ass for trying to drive his tactical officer crazy. Is that clear?"

Sharon's eyes sparkled with glee. " It's crystal clear, Dee."

Dualla let go of her, and stomped out of the brig before collapsing against a bulkhead, taking in deep shuddery breaths. It's over, she thought. I can go talk to Dr. Baltar and explain why he can't try to get Lt. Gaeta into trouble. Everything will go back to normal, no one will get into any real trouble and there were no doubts about anyone being human. Because cracking the four inch thick glass… That wasn't suspicious at all.