Sequel to my previous drabble "Lies on Lies". This and the previous story assume that Josh Redding in Jack O'Neill's clone. Also, this story takes place at an unknown date in the future. Maybe a little AU, shouldn't be OOC. Unbeta'd.
Read and enjoy!
He took a breath, looked around.
This was a mess.
He took in the mostly familiar team, stepped forward. There were a couple new faces, but that was to be expected after the years that had passed. They'd saved his life that day, and that didn't make what he was about to do any easier.
Stepping forward, He asked, "Agent Hotchner?"
Dark eyes snapped to his, recognition barely flickering in their depths.
"Lieutenant Redding. I'm under orders to confiscate all evidence pertaining to the murders." Redding nodded to his men and they quickly began gathering the paperwork strewn across the borrowed police desks.
"Under whose authority?" Another, younger gentleman asked, clearly appalled at what was taking place. Redding tried not to smirk at him too much. The scholar forced to wield a gun reminded him of a past life.
Redding cleared his throat, made eye contact with Hotchner. "Orders came from the Pentagon." It was classified that it was General O'Neill of Homeworld Security that signed the orders.
"Redding…" a woman said as she stepped forward, eyes bright and hair blond. "Josh Redding?" She asked.
With a sigh, he nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Your team handled the case with Colonel Massey."
"Yes, now I remember," Hotchner said. "But what could the Air Force possibly want with our case?"
"It's classified," Redding replied, voice chipper as the sounds of rustling paper continued behind him.
"Seriously?" Another man, Agent Morgan if Redding remembered right, asked.
"Yep," Redding said, popping the 'p' as he rolled forward onto the balls of his feet, hand stuck in his pockets.
Friggin' Ba'al.
