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"How'd the interview go?" His southern drawl still catches her off guard.
Teyla sits down at the desk across from him and begins to boot up her computer. "As one might expect."
Michael nods, "They call Sheppard in to question him?"
"Yes."
He blows out a low whistle. "I'd love to see that one. He's gonna wipe the floor with Woolsey."
"I am not so sure," Teyla types in her password. "Have you finished the report?"
"On the Keegan case? Finished it this morning." He kicks his boots up on the desk. "Doesn't matter that Woolsey was a lawyer, Sheppard's got you covered."
There's a look in his cool blue eyes that causes Teyla to stop what she is doing. "Are you insinuating that I actually took the drugs?"
He grins. "Aw, c'mon, you really think I'd believe that? I'm just saying that it doesn't matter if it's true or not, Woolsey's got it out for you." Michael is right. "Don't worry about it. Didn't McKay say he might've been able to pull something from the recording?"
If anyone could pull something from a damaged video file, it was Rodney McKay. Still, he was not a miracle worker. "He said it was a 'long shot.'"
Michael laughs. "Yeah, but in McKay speak that means he'll have it by the end of the day." He puts his feet down and the front legs of his chair land on the floor with a solid thud. "Want to go get that warrant signed to search Harding's place?"
Her head snaps up. "You found enough evidence?"
"Oh yeah," he sounds almost giddy. "What d'you want to bet that the sucker's still got the money stashed away?"
"I would say that is a solid bet."
John is at his desk when they return. "Got the warrant signed, Sarge," Michael hands it over for John to review.
"Good." John clears his throat. "Kenmore, shut the door on your way out. Teyla, I need you to stay."
As the door shuts, John runs a hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up at odd angles. "Woolsey and Bates are out for blood. I don't know what the hell you did to piss them off but they're not going to let this go."
"They are accusing me of something that I did not do," Teyla can feel her anger rising. And with the anger is fear.
"Teyla," he sighs heavily. "You know that I know that you weren't involved. The problem is that the two of them are convinced that you're the only one around here with motive."
Teyla laughs. "The only one? Half of the people here feel they are underpaid—"
"You know what I meant." He momentarily places a hand on hers. "Look, McKay said that he might be getting somewhere with the video feed. Why don't you and Kenmore search Harding's apartment in the meantime. Keep your mind off it."
She knows that what he really means is keep her out of the way.
"Sarge say anything about the video?" Michael asks as she leaves Sheppard's office.
"Apparently Rodney believes that he is close."
"Well, no sense spending the rest of the day sitting around thinking about it when we have a job to do." Michael stands, blonde hair catching the light. The Texan reminds her of an old fashioned gunslinger as he says, "Let's catch ourselves a thief."