"You know, I'm going to need my hands if I'm going to give you those equations." Free hands meant an opportunity for escape, which was good because there was no way in hell he was going to give them the real equations. "Its not like I can explain them to you."
His insulting tone earned him another blow to his temple. "All in good time, Mr. Quinn. There's no point in having the equations until we're ready to test the engines; wouldn't want you to accidentally give us the wrong equations. Sleep well, Mr. Quinn."
Jonas was still trying to clear his head from the last blow when the door slammed shutting, finally leaving him alone in the stark room. The room was empty except for Jonas and the chair in which he sat. Jonas had no doubt the team was doing everything possible to find him, but it wouldn't hurt to give them a little help. He could feel the bulge of his cell phone in the hidden pocket of his Dockers. If he could get his hands free, if his phone hadn't been damaged in the fight, and if it would work after being covered in his blood, then he would be able to get a call off to Sam. That was one hell of a lot of 'ifs'.
Okay, first things first, he needed to get his hands free. Unfortunately from the look and feel of the ropes, getting them loose enough to slide his hands out was going to take all night. Realizing he needed to get started, Jonas took a deep breath, and instantly regretted it. Apparently, his ribs were sore for a reason, the grating sensation he just felt was a very good indication that at least one of them was broken.
"Note to self, don't do that again."
He regained his composure and immediately began working on the ropes that held his hands. Knowing that the friction coefficient of rope on rope would be greater than that of rope on smooth wood, he manipulated his shoulders enough that his hands could touch behind his back. It wasn't comfortable in any sense of the word, but it was his best bet.
His wrists were bloody within minutes, but that infamous Quinn perseverance shown through and he continued until the ropes loosened enough to fall away from his slick hands.
"That'll work." For the first time since his capture, Jonas allowed a genuine smile to grace his handsome face.
STARGATE: SG-1
"Holy hell! Which sample was this?"
Jack quickly walked over and snatched the paper out of the detective's hand. "That's classified, and now you're going to take these nice, young SFs back to your lab and give them every single shred of evidence you gathered from this scene. Including all blood samples. Got it?" Apparently O'Neill's glare was effective as ever because the seasoned detective cowed his head and followed the four SFs to a waiting car. Jack grabbed one of the SFs on her way past, "turn that lab upside down, make sure you get everything."
"Yes sir."
Carter looked up from the witness statements as Jack approached her. He looked like he wanted to say something but remained silent and stared at the floor. She followed his gaze to the blood stains on the white tile. "Sir?"
"Well we know at least one of these is from Jonas. Hopefully only one," he added under his breath. The frustration and worry were evident in his voice.
Sam and Teal'c shared a look of surprise. They both knew that the Col. had accepted Jonas as a valuable member of the team, but when exactly had the kid from Kelowna wormed his way into that place in Jack's heart that he reserved for his closest friends. "We'll find him, sir, and he's going to be alright."
"JonasQuinn is a highly intelligent and strong man. I have no doubt he will find a way to make it through this situation."
"Yeah, Teal'c, I know he will." O'Neill took a breath to compose himself and returned to full Col. mode. "What do that witness statements say?"
Carter sighed, "not much sir. A couple people heard a commotion and headed this way to investigate. Before they saw anything, they heard a gun shot and decided that it would be safer to let the security guard handle things. By the time he got here, they were gone. The shot was apparently from my sidearm, my clip is minus one, but no prints."
Jack was still hung up on the words 'gunshot', what had the kid gotten himself into now. He visibly jumped when Carter's phone rang.
"That's probably the Gen. wanting an update. "She flipped open the phone, "Carter… Jonas!?"
STARGATE: SG-1
Jonas nearly melted with relief, "Sam, I'm in some trouble here… I don't know where I am, but it's agents Cross, Singer, and one other…"
"Son-of-a-bitch!"
The out-raged yell gave Jonas a half second warning before agent Cross slammed into him, knocking the phone from his hand and sending the wireless earpiece sliding across the room. Jonas spared a glance at the earpiece laying in the corner, he allowed a sliver of hope into his chest when the little blue light continued to blink.
Realizing that his plan just might succeed, he turned to fight Cross in earnest. Thank God he'd been working out with Teal'c lately. Unfortunately, that advantage disappeared when White and Singer joined the fray. Jonas gave nearly as good as he got until White wised up and stomped down on the already bleeding wound on his right thigh.
Jonas managed a pained grunt before he slumped to the ground completely unresponsive.
STARGATE: SG-1
Jack and Teal'c watched the color drain from Sam's face, neither realized that they had been holding their breath since she'd whispered Jonas's name. O'Neill snatched the phone from her and held it to his own ear. Hearing three men discussing what to do with 'that f#ing alien' only made Jack's heart climb higher in his throat.
Having her phone grabbed from her hand seemed to bring Carter out of her stupor. She yanked the phone back out of Jack's hand and practically sprinted toward the computer bank. "I need a trace on this call, NOW!"
