Disclaimer: I don't own SGA, the characters, etc.
Ronon has Lorne on the phone. "Got anything?"
"Not yet." He can hear the radio crackle on Lorne's end and muffled voices. Then, "You aren't going to like this."
Dex prepares to start his car. "Let me guess, they aren't headed this way."
"Uniforms' spotted them heading past 11th. Orders?"
It's strange, he thinks, giving orders to the local PD. That and the fact that they're taking it pretty well. Then again, he was the one who got them into this mess. "The tracker in the car, anyone got a read on it?"
"Michael was smart, disabled it."
Shit. "Phones?"
"Can't track those either."
He was Ronon Dex. The man who had single-handedly tracked and brought down the lieutenant of a major drug cartel in the jungles of South America. With nothing but his badge and an assortment of weapons.
He hates cities.
"Okay," new plan. "Let me talk to some of my guys at the DEA, figure out where he might be headed. I'll keep you updated."
"Yes, Sir." There's a short pause. "Sir?"
"Yeah."
"I should probably warn you, Sheppard's on his way."
He's not surprised. Not in the least. "Let me guess. He's supposed to be sitting this one out."
"Just came over the radio."
Ronon grunts, "I'm not going to be the one to stand in his way."
"Me neither, Sir. Just thought you should know."
He hits the end call button and curses. This isn't going to end well. He should've listened to his instincts. He should've told Sheppard in the beginning instead of listening to Weir and Bates. He should've pulled the 'I'm the DEA and you're going to listen to me' card.
The less people who know the better. That's what they had told him and he had let it slide. It might have been true. It might have been the smart thing to do. But Sheppard was the closest thing that he had to a friend and Ronon had known how the man had felt about Teyla. Had known that if things went south there was nothing anyone could say that would rein John Sheppard in.
He should have told him.