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Chapter 12

"Yeah, I'm not sure how exactly you expect me to find that out." Rodney stated in annoyance shooting a casual glance at Sheppard, sitting on his left.

"It's simple McKay, just make small talk…you know talk about family, things on Earth-"

"Eh, personal things! I don't think so Colonel." Rodney muttered giving Elizabeth an exasperated look.

"Rodney, we need to find out who this 'fanatic' is and soon. We can't risk the chance of them becoming angry at decision we make that they don't like." Elizabeth explained in a patient tone ignoring John's eye rolling.

"Yeah, you know I'm not good at the whole 'feelings' things, Elizabeth." Rodney complained verging on the point of whining. "Can't you just interview everyone-"

"She doesn't have time for that Rodney!" John exclaimed glancing from Weir to McKay.

"Actually that's not a bad idea." Elizabeth announced receiving a smug look from Rodney.

"Elizabeth, you can't be serious." John said sitting forward in his chair. "It will seem suspicious not to mention time consuming-"

"No, not us John." Elizabeth told him quickly going over her plan silently again to check it would work. "We use Dr Heightmeyer."

Rodney's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Kate?"

"Yes. We make it mandatory for everyone to have a session with Kate…oh let's say every 2 months…to check their mental state." Weir suggested and then smirked. "And it just so happens it starts this week."

Both men went silent processing her plan and then John spoke first. "That's pretty good actually."

"Well I'm glad you think so." Elizabeth said amusedly watching a flirty smile appear on his face. Reaching for her coffee cup she grimaced as her arms creaked in pain.

"What's wrong?" Rodney asked looking slightly concerned.

"Uh, John gave me my first sparring lesson last night so my arms are a little sore." She told him not missing the dangerous glint appear in John's eyes.

"Yeah, he really does work you hard doesn't he?"

"Uh, yes…yes he does." Elizabeth managed dipping her head trying to hide her furious blush and cursing John for his pleased expression.

"But, despite the grueling work out, they can be…beneficial." Rodney stated thoughtfully completely unaware of John's stifled laugh.

"Yup, they sure can be!" He muttered ignoring Weir's furious glare.

"I'm personally not fond of them. Did you enjoy it Elizabeth?"

"Yes, Rodney I did. So are we agreed on this plan or not?" Elizabeth rushed out shuffling papers on her desk and ready to give John his beautiful Athosian jar back, rather violently.

"Uh, yeah. Good plan." Rodney agreed noticing John nod as well. "Well, I look forward to the moans and groans from the others once you send the memo around." He said before walking out of the office missing John's chuckling.

"The man hasn't a clue Elizabeth stop growling!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and continued to glare. "But he will if you look at me like that again!"

"Can't help it." He mumbled boyishly and looked away.

He always managed it. If anyone could charm their way out of an argument it was John Sheppard and right now it had worked. Sighing Elizabeth stood up and walked to the front of the desk, perching on the edge. John seemed surprised noticing the closed gap between them and looked questioningly at her.

"I'm sorry John." She apologized folding her arms. "I just don't want people finding out when we only did last night."

He nodded. "I guess. So…do you fancy grabbing something at the mess hall for dinner? I would offer to cook but-"

"The kitchen staff still haven't forgiven you for the exploding cake incident have they?" She asked trying to control her laugh.

"Well I'm not a damn cook am I?" John cried throwing up his hands. "I only wanted to make a cake to celebrate Beckett's birthday-"

"You mean to bribe him."

"-and it just didn't go as planned!" He finished ignoring Weir's comment. "They won't even let me behind the counter."

Laughing heartily Elizabeth reached over to grab his hand. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

Grinning he moved forward as if going to kiss her. "Good. I'll see you there at 7."

Pulling back she answered, "At 7 and then we can finish this conversation behind very private doors." She raised an eyebrow as well as smiled seductively and John seriously considered dragging her away right there. He had had to control himself the previous night when walking her back to her quarters and then leaving.

"Okay. Fine." He muttered dragging his feet as he left her office just missing Elizabeth's affectionate smile.

"Can you believe this?" Sergeant Johnson asked angrily waving a piece of paper around in disgust, attracting several stares from passers by.

Lt. Green frowned as he grabbed the memo and read it. "Mandatory sessions-"

"With a shrink!" Johnson pointed out fury still evident in his voice and face. "What does Weir think she's doing?"

"Colonel Sheppard has also agreed to this Johnson." Major Lorne announced as he approached them. "Obviously they feel it would be useful. And I'd watch your tone Sergeant when discussing you're commander." He warned shooting the man a hard glare.

Not far from the crowd of marines another person was reading the memo with great interest. Having the kind of strong views like they did would no doubt cause the good psychiatrist some concern and lead to some form of interview with Weir, possibly even the chance of being sent back to Earth. They didn't consider themselves a violent extremist but if something ever did go against their core beliefs, they would take action.

Smiling as they heard the soldiers bicker over the new instructions the individual just hoped Weir continued to stay on their good side.