And so it continues.

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Woolsey is looking at the file in his hand and she waits. Finally, the folder hits the table and he leans back in his chair. "Tell me, Ms. Emmagen. How is it that you were chosen for the undercover work? I didn't realize that you were in narcotics."

She knows that he has the information. "Sgt. Sheppard and I were…detained, by Agent Dex."

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with him," Woolsey says.

"He works for the DEA. Sheppard and I inadvertently found ourselves in the middle of his operation."

"I see. And how does that relate to your being put undercover?"

"Afterwards, Agent Dex asked Carter for an undercover narcotics task force and Captain Carter complied." Teyla knows that he is biding his time.

Woolsey takes a sip of coffee. "And it was Sgt. Sheppard who recommended you."

"Yes, he suggested Ford and myself."

"Why you?" Woolsey asks. "Ford I can see, something like this would have put him on the radar. But you, you were on the fast track to making detective."

Teyla smiles. "He said he wanted to put my degree in sociology to good use."

"So tell me, Teyla, may I call you Teyla?"

"Yes." And here it was.

"When did you first partake in the use of the Wraith drug? The very same drug that you were out to stop from being further distributed."

"Three months in." She crosses her arms. "Ford had worked his way into the circle first. He brought me in."

"And?"

She shakes her head. "And then he drugged me. He slipped it into my food." By that time Ford had already hooked. He was already convinced that the drug was the way to go. And after awhile, she had believed it to. "It makes you…it makes you stronger, powerful, it energizes you."

"It's a synthetic drug, originally created for military use."

"Yes."

"Until they found out about the side effects."

"It is highly addictive."

"And the rage?"

"That too."

"Yet you managed to control it enough to continue to work with the DEA. You were able to secure enough evidence to help them bring down the Wraith."

"That is correct."

He flipped the file open. "It took you just under a year."

Elven months, twelve days. "Yes."

"By that time you were heavy into your use of the drug."

"Yes."

He was silent for a moment. She waits. "Sgt. Sheppard put you on probation." Woolsey regards her calmly, "For a completely different incident, if I'm not mistaken. But he knew, didn't he."

He knew. Teyla remembers him pulling her to the side after they had brought in a suspect. She remembers him holding her arm as she trembled uncontrollably, waiting, biding her time until she could shoot up. Remembers the look on his face as he told her that she was on probation. She knew that he knew.

"And yet he didn't suspend you, didn't go to the Chief."

"No." He knew that being on the team was the only thing that was keeping her from going down the same path Ford had. He knew that if he pushed her too soon, she would run and never look back.

"You sought help."

"Yes."

"And you've been clean for…"

"A year and half."

"Until last week." There it is. She has been waiting for it. The blow that she knew Woolsey was saving, the sneaky weasel that he is. It is his job. But she thinks that maybe he enjoys it a little too much.

"I beg your pardon?"

Woolsey shrugs. "There were drugs taken from lockup. The Wraith drug. You and Ford, you two were the only ones who touched it and Ford is gone. Logically-"

"Logically you would know that it was not me. I have been clean and sober for a year and a half and it has been the hardest period of my life. I do not wish to go back there."

"Who else, then. Tell me, who."

Teyla leans forward, forearms resting on the table. She looks Woolsey in the eyes. "You have a dirty cop," she says, "You have a dirty cop who is acting as a fence. Or," she continues to look at him directly. "The Wraith have done what we did to them."

"What's that."

"They have infiltrated the San Francisco PD."

Woolsey's expression does not change. "Being undercover for so long, I imagine that you can get sucked in. Maybe make some friends. Maybe start questioning yourself."

"You are asking if it is me."

"I'm not asking, Ms. Emmagen. At this point, I believe it is."

His straightforwardness surprises her. "And I am telling you, they want to see me dead. As much as I want to see those who remain behind bars." She pushes her chair back. "Are we finished?"

Woolsey stands. "For now." He brushes past Sheppard on his way out.

John shrugs off his leather jacket and sits across from her. He drums a rhythm against the edge of the table. "I'm sorry," he says at last.

That was not what she had been expecting to hear. "For what?"

The drumming ceases. "For not extracting you when I should have."

She knows that it is something that he has been carrying with him. He should not have to. "I asked you not to," she says.

"I know. But I should have pulled you out. You and Ford."

He carries Ford's death on his shoulders. "John, we brought them down."

"Yeah," John nods his head. "We did. But was it worth it?"