Unforeseen Circumstances
by LittleKitten
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Captain Samantha Carter, complete with a wry smile passing over her face, tried to stuff a rather expensive piece of lab equipment into a rather small box. Oh well, it probably wouldn't be needed again; like most of the expensive pieces of equipment that the SGC swallowed up, it had been used once for an obscure purpose and was about to be taken to a store cupboard, to join the other long forgotten about things.
At least this one wasn't broken. Yet. Like all the other pieces of equipment she asked to be retrieved, this one would probably somehow magically get broken between now and the next time she might need it.
Slowly coiling the many wires it contained and stuffing them into the box, she heard something be picked up off her workspace and mentally prayed for it not to be broken or missing when she turned around.
No wonder it cost so much to turn the lights on in the SGC, she thought. They probably had to replace all the cables that had become magically broken since the last time they had been on.
But this wasn't the reason her face wore a wry smile. The reason was sitting on a stool fiddling and breaking things as usual.
Finishing her task, she closed the box and put it next to the other equipment that was to be sent into storage.
"Whatever you've got, please put it down Sir."
She heard a soft 'clunk' as it was. Turning around and sitting down on another stool facing him, she saw him watching her. After pulling a confused expression, she started to speak again. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I'm bored." He stated simply.
"And I'm entertainment?"
He shrugged gently, and reached out to pick something else up; only to be stopped by a stare and a hand swatting his away.
"Why don't you go home then?" She asked.
"It's even more boring there."
"Well you're just going to have to put up with it for another four weeks." She stood up to tidy some more things away. She needed something to do, not just sit and look at Colonel O'Neill.
This two-month downtime was getting to her too, but she refused to show it. The team couldn't go on any new missions until Daniel had recovered from his badly broken arm. There were a few planets they could visit, but all contained new races or civilisations; which, of course, they would need Daniel for.
Sure, they had tried to work with a new member temporarily; but it had only been a matter of days before they had had enough and went to General Hammond requesting transfer.
The following week, they had managed to get through all the paperwork the General could find for them; and short of begging him for more, they had nothing to do. Sam had taken the opportunity to live in her lab and examine alien artefacts and the like, of which there seemed to be a never-ending supply of. O'Neill, however, had nothing to do on base short of throwing pencils at a wall - which Carter had once caught him doing. He had even tidied his whole house, but with six weeks to go, he still had nothing to do.
That was when he had started hanging around Carter's lab. In between showing Teal'c Earth, checking that Daniel was okay (well, as okay as you could be with a broken arm reading mountains of, in O'Neill's opinion, very uninteresting books about very uninteresting rocks and cultures), and boxing with anyone he could find (which was usually Teal'c); he would sit bang in the middle of her lab, usually when she was in the middle of an experiment. Then he would ask questions about the complicated things she was doing...and then there was the fiddling and breaking of most things in the lab. The only thing he hadn't broken, she though, was her pot of flowers. Almost everything else on her 'desk' had magically split itself into many pieces and then jumped on the floor or into the bin.
For once, she was actually getting sick of her work in the lab.
"Hey, Carter."
"Yeah?" She stopped pointlessly rearranging the few things left on her desk and sat down on the stool again.
"It's getting late."
She looked confused then at her watch. "It's only half seven."
He smiled. Most people would consider ten past five overtime. Her seven a.m. to God-knows-what would probably seem like torture to them.
"Do you want to get a steak with Teal'c and I?" He asked, and watched her think. She looked cute when she was thinking. Not that he'd ever tell her that. He'd probably get knocked out by her if he did.
"Hmm..."
"Come on, I'm paying," he taunted, and one of her eyebrows rose. "Free food, good company." She laughed. "So waddya say?"
"Okay then."
"Great." He jumped off his stool.
"Wh-" She was cut off by a crackling sound.
"SG1 and 2, please report to the briefing room ASAP." General Hammond's voice spoke on the intercom only usually used for emergencies.
O'Neill looked at Carter.
She shrugged back.
"Damn!" He cursed quietly, and they both made their way to the briefing room.
Teal'c - as they had guessed - was already there, as were two members of SG-2, General Hammond and a man and a woman with visitors' badges. The blast doors were open.
That was unusual, Jack thought.
Sliding into two seats next to each other, the General's voice broke the silence; pausing as the remainder of SG-2 came through the door, shutting it behind them.
"We're just waiting for Dr. Jackson. He'll be here in a few minutes." He finished, and O'Neill looked across the table to Teal'c; who just raised his eyebrows in a way that Jack took to mean a shrug.
True to form, Daniel came skidding through the door with his arm in a sling, out of breath, and apologetic. Hammond had sent someone to pick him up; he couldn't drive at the moment. Just before running into the room he has made a silent prayer that Janet wasn't in it. She would have murdered him. "So...sorry." He said yet again, and sat down next to Carter.
"You shouldn't be running around," Hammond said before starting the briefing. "I'd like to introduce you to Agents Smith," the woman nodded before Hammond continued. "And Coomber." The man nodded.
The rest of the people round the briefing room table still looked a bit mystified as to why two ordinary people, albeit FBI agents, as they had now discovered, were in the SGC and able to see the Stargate through the window.
The General paused in an annoyingly dramatic way, and handed round several photographs. "John Peterson. You're average successful businessman."
O'Neill turned the photo sideways as if he was contemplating it. Carter hid a smile.
"What's so bad about him then?" She asked.
"He's a Goa'uld." Hammond stated. Their eyes widened. A Goa'uld, here on Earth? The one place they thought they were safe? They turned their attention as Agent Smith started to speak.
"Over the past two years we've been keeping track of him. We had received reports of a serial killer with eyes that glowed, and we thought it was a joke. Then one of our agents was killed." She handed round some more photos.
"He has several houses; mainly lives in New York but has connections to Europe. We believe he has changed 'host' recently, and is now posing as a businessman to get what he wants. After our agent was killed we had the proof we needed and went to arrest him. We failed to realise his strength, and the two undercover agents couldn't keep him until backup arrived. Our next attempt two months later was unsuccessful when Peterson saw one of the agents talking into a hidden earpiece and fled. That was a year ago, and we haven't tried since. At present he is on business in Florida." She stopped speaking so that her partner could talk.
"We want you to try. From what we've heard, you've dealt with this kind of thing before, and know how to act." He said.
Hammond looked around the shocked faces of his two leading SG teams. He could almost read their thoughts. Earth wasn't safe. Their friends and families.
"I've agreed to send a team of you to Florida." Hammond said finally. "Two of you will pose as a couple of tourists. Captain Carter, we believe that your experience with the Tok'ra, Jolinar, would be of some help in this case."
Sam winced at the memory of events a few months previously before nodding her head.
The name of the other person remained unsaid.
At least seven pairs of eyes focused on the same point in the room.
Jack O'Neill's head audibly thudded the tabletop as it joined his arms in his customary 'Ah, crap.' position. He groaned softly. Daniel tried and failed to hide a snigger.
"Colonel." General Hammond called, making him sit up again.
"Sir?"
"SG-2 are the backup for the arrest. Daniel can't move anywhere fast, and Teal'c would be too..." he searched for the right word to use. "Well, obvious."
"I'll do it."
"Good. I thought I was going to have to make it an order," Hammond stood up. "Colonel O'Neill, Captain Carter; Agent Smith will give you more information and the things you will need. SG-2, Dr. Jackson, Teal'c; Agent Coomber will brief you about your roles. Dismissed."
by LittleKitten
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Captain Samantha Carter, complete with a wry smile passing over her face, tried to stuff a rather expensive piece of lab equipment into a rather small box. Oh well, it probably wouldn't be needed again; like most of the expensive pieces of equipment that the SGC swallowed up, it had been used once for an obscure purpose and was about to be taken to a store cupboard, to join the other long forgotten about things.
At least this one wasn't broken. Yet. Like all the other pieces of equipment she asked to be retrieved, this one would probably somehow magically get broken between now and the next time she might need it.
Slowly coiling the many wires it contained and stuffing them into the box, she heard something be picked up off her workspace and mentally prayed for it not to be broken or missing when she turned around.
No wonder it cost so much to turn the lights on in the SGC, she thought. They probably had to replace all the cables that had become magically broken since the last time they had been on.
But this wasn't the reason her face wore a wry smile. The reason was sitting on a stool fiddling and breaking things as usual.
Finishing her task, she closed the box and put it next to the other equipment that was to be sent into storage.
"Whatever you've got, please put it down Sir."
She heard a soft 'clunk' as it was. Turning around and sitting down on another stool facing him, she saw him watching her. After pulling a confused expression, she started to speak again. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I'm bored." He stated simply.
"And I'm entertainment?"
He shrugged gently, and reached out to pick something else up; only to be stopped by a stare and a hand swatting his away.
"Why don't you go home then?" She asked.
"It's even more boring there."
"Well you're just going to have to put up with it for another four weeks." She stood up to tidy some more things away. She needed something to do, not just sit and look at Colonel O'Neill.
This two-month downtime was getting to her too, but she refused to show it. The team couldn't go on any new missions until Daniel had recovered from his badly broken arm. There were a few planets they could visit, but all contained new races or civilisations; which, of course, they would need Daniel for.
Sure, they had tried to work with a new member temporarily; but it had only been a matter of days before they had had enough and went to General Hammond requesting transfer.
The following week, they had managed to get through all the paperwork the General could find for them; and short of begging him for more, they had nothing to do. Sam had taken the opportunity to live in her lab and examine alien artefacts and the like, of which there seemed to be a never-ending supply of. O'Neill, however, had nothing to do on base short of throwing pencils at a wall - which Carter had once caught him doing. He had even tidied his whole house, but with six weeks to go, he still had nothing to do.
That was when he had started hanging around Carter's lab. In between showing Teal'c Earth, checking that Daniel was okay (well, as okay as you could be with a broken arm reading mountains of, in O'Neill's opinion, very uninteresting books about very uninteresting rocks and cultures), and boxing with anyone he could find (which was usually Teal'c); he would sit bang in the middle of her lab, usually when she was in the middle of an experiment. Then he would ask questions about the complicated things she was doing...and then there was the fiddling and breaking of most things in the lab. The only thing he hadn't broken, she though, was her pot of flowers. Almost everything else on her 'desk' had magically split itself into many pieces and then jumped on the floor or into the bin.
For once, she was actually getting sick of her work in the lab.
"Hey, Carter."
"Yeah?" She stopped pointlessly rearranging the few things left on her desk and sat down on the stool again.
"It's getting late."
She looked confused then at her watch. "It's only half seven."
He smiled. Most people would consider ten past five overtime. Her seven a.m. to God-knows-what would probably seem like torture to them.
"Do you want to get a steak with Teal'c and I?" He asked, and watched her think. She looked cute when she was thinking. Not that he'd ever tell her that. He'd probably get knocked out by her if he did.
"Hmm..."
"Come on, I'm paying," he taunted, and one of her eyebrows rose. "Free food, good company." She laughed. "So waddya say?"
"Okay then."
"Great." He jumped off his stool.
"Wh-" She was cut off by a crackling sound.
"SG1 and 2, please report to the briefing room ASAP." General Hammond's voice spoke on the intercom only usually used for emergencies.
O'Neill looked at Carter.
She shrugged back.
"Damn!" He cursed quietly, and they both made their way to the briefing room.
Teal'c - as they had guessed - was already there, as were two members of SG-2, General Hammond and a man and a woman with visitors' badges. The blast doors were open.
That was unusual, Jack thought.
Sliding into two seats next to each other, the General's voice broke the silence; pausing as the remainder of SG-2 came through the door, shutting it behind them.
"We're just waiting for Dr. Jackson. He'll be here in a few minutes." He finished, and O'Neill looked across the table to Teal'c; who just raised his eyebrows in a way that Jack took to mean a shrug.
True to form, Daniel came skidding through the door with his arm in a sling, out of breath, and apologetic. Hammond had sent someone to pick him up; he couldn't drive at the moment. Just before running into the room he has made a silent prayer that Janet wasn't in it. She would have murdered him. "So...sorry." He said yet again, and sat down next to Carter.
"You shouldn't be running around," Hammond said before starting the briefing. "I'd like to introduce you to Agents Smith," the woman nodded before Hammond continued. "And Coomber." The man nodded.
The rest of the people round the briefing room table still looked a bit mystified as to why two ordinary people, albeit FBI agents, as they had now discovered, were in the SGC and able to see the Stargate through the window.
The General paused in an annoyingly dramatic way, and handed round several photographs. "John Peterson. You're average successful businessman."
O'Neill turned the photo sideways as if he was contemplating it. Carter hid a smile.
"What's so bad about him then?" She asked.
"He's a Goa'uld." Hammond stated. Their eyes widened. A Goa'uld, here on Earth? The one place they thought they were safe? They turned their attention as Agent Smith started to speak.
"Over the past two years we've been keeping track of him. We had received reports of a serial killer with eyes that glowed, and we thought it was a joke. Then one of our agents was killed." She handed round some more photos.
"He has several houses; mainly lives in New York but has connections to Europe. We believe he has changed 'host' recently, and is now posing as a businessman to get what he wants. After our agent was killed we had the proof we needed and went to arrest him. We failed to realise his strength, and the two undercover agents couldn't keep him until backup arrived. Our next attempt two months later was unsuccessful when Peterson saw one of the agents talking into a hidden earpiece and fled. That was a year ago, and we haven't tried since. At present he is on business in Florida." She stopped speaking so that her partner could talk.
"We want you to try. From what we've heard, you've dealt with this kind of thing before, and know how to act." He said.
Hammond looked around the shocked faces of his two leading SG teams. He could almost read their thoughts. Earth wasn't safe. Their friends and families.
"I've agreed to send a team of you to Florida." Hammond said finally. "Two of you will pose as a couple of tourists. Captain Carter, we believe that your experience with the Tok'ra, Jolinar, would be of some help in this case."
Sam winced at the memory of events a few months previously before nodding her head.
The name of the other person remained unsaid.
At least seven pairs of eyes focused on the same point in the room.
Jack O'Neill's head audibly thudded the tabletop as it joined his arms in his customary 'Ah, crap.' position. He groaned softly. Daniel tried and failed to hide a snigger.
"Colonel." General Hammond called, making him sit up again.
"Sir?"
"SG-2 are the backup for the arrest. Daniel can't move anywhere fast, and Teal'c would be too..." he searched for the right word to use. "Well, obvious."
"I'll do it."
"Good. I thought I was going to have to make it an order," Hammond stood up. "Colonel O'Neill, Captain Carter; Agent Smith will give you more information and the things you will need. SG-2, Dr. Jackson, Teal'c; Agent Coomber will brief you about your roles. Dismissed."
