Sorry for the delay in posting this one! My niece and nephew (they're twins) graduated from preschool last night. Imagine 4 year olds in caps and gowns- absolutely precious!!! That and I had to spread 80 bales of pinestraw in our yard for my sister's graduation party next week. Crazyness. Anywho, we're getting to the good stuff! I seem to have developed a posting schedule of every other day for this story. A big thank you to everyone who's taken the time to read and review! Special thanks to Charlie Blue who keeps me straight on my Stargate! We're getting to the fun stuff now! Ideas are always welcome! Y'all enjoy!
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Chapter 4
Lisbon sat on the cold exam table waiting for Dr. Janet Frasier to finish checking Jane's injury. She'd swallowed when he raised his shirt revealing the red burns across his chest. He swore it didn't hurt, but that didn't stop Dr. Frasier much to his chagrin. Sam had kindly showed them the way, although she was probably making sure they actually made it to the infirmary, before returning to her lab. Finishing up, the red headed doctor handed Jane a tube of ointment, making him promise to come see her if it got worse in the next day.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked looking at Lisbon. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he wanted to hear what the doctor had to say. Teresa Lisbon wasn't known for following doctor's orders. It was a miracle in itself that she was persuaded to come down here. Granted, their unofficial escort may have helped.
"I don't care, Jane. Stay if you want," she muttered as the other woman started filling out paperwork. She rolled her eyes as he settled into a nearby chair. Janet glanced at Jane and then turned to Lisbon, before asking her to raise her shirt. He fidgeted. His eyed took in her bruised torso with concern. He had no idea she was hurt that badly. It was his fault she had been injured in the case a day before being zapped with some strange alien weapon. He was a hazard. Looking up, his eyes caught hers.
"It's not your fault," she said. She knew he would blame himself, and that was one thing she didn't want. The man already carried around too many burdens. Injury was a part of her job. She expected it, although being shocked by an alien weapon wasn't in the job description. "Jane. It's not your fault." He nodded slowly still studying her face while the good doctor ignored their conversation.
Dr. Janet Frasier sighed as she listened to the scene in front of her as the two started to leave. The two strangers reminded her an awful lot of the Colonel and Sam, only their roles were reversed. Agent Lisbon was in charge, and although these two wouldn't face a court martial for a relationship she was sure it was against procedure. It wasn't fair but that was the way of the world.
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After finishing dessert, Cho began to wander the halls of the SGC looking for something to do. Rigsby and Van Pelt had followed some other officers down to an entertainment room to watch a movie. They weren't necessarily being held under the mountain, but they were advised no to leave until they were released. Cho paused as he passed an open doorway leading to a training room. Teal'c seemed to be instructing a basic martial arts class, although Cho had never seen most of the moves. He entered and sat off to the side hoping to learn something that could improve his hand to hand combat skills.
"Agent Cho, I'm sure someone will lend you proper training attire if you wish to participate," Teal'c said when he saw the man entire the room.
"Thanks," the Asian man said making his was to the locker room as a clean shirt and shorts were tossed his way. The big man nodded to him and waited for him to return. At least this stranger seemed to appreciate the value of silence.
An hour later, Cho was exhausted. This was one of the hardest training workouts he had ever taken part in. He was amazed he was able to keep up with most of the military men. The alien could make a fortune starting his own fitness club. Cho cracked a smile as he imagined Teal'c in spandex leading a workout video. Maybe not.
"Well aren't you two a bucket of laughs," Jack said, standing in the doorway as he observed the two men sitting in silence.
"Why would various expressions of enjoyment be housed in a round container, O'Neill?"
"Never mind, Teal'c," Jack said as Cho glanced between the two men slightly confused. Jane arrived beside Jack at that moment with Lisbon nowhere to be found. Cho stared at the consultant quizzically.
"What did you do with the boss?" he asked. When Jane got the opportunity to wander alone bad things normally happened. Jane smiled a devilish smile.
"I told her we were playing tag. It's not my fault if she decided to be a spoilsport and not chase me."
"She's going to be pissed," Cho said with a twinkle in his eye.
"How'd the visit to the infirmary go? Any big needles?" Jack asked with a slight shudder. Jane's happy go lucky expression faltered just enough for the other men to catch a flash of pain across his face.
"We're both fine- just bruised and a little burned," Jane said with a shrug before turning to Jack.
"I need your help with something," Jane said walking off. O'Neill nodded his head to the two men and followed Jane.
"This could be interesting," Cho stated.
"Indeed," Teal'c replied.
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"How long have you been with the CBI?" Jack asked, curious about the team. It wasn't often a woman was in such a high position. Of course, he didn't have a problem with that thanks to Carter, but he was still curious by nature. That and the CBI team reminded him a lot of his own team. He respected that, and respect was hard to get from Colonel Jack O'Neill.
"In general, maybe two years. I was assigned to Lisbon's team about a year ago due to my interest in a case they're working on." The consultant didn't elaborate and Jack didn't push him. He knew from experience that some things were better left unsaid. Jane studied the man beside him. "I'm sure you did background checks on all of us." Jack nodded.
"I'm sorry for your loss," he said, meaning it. Jane nodded with a small frown.
"Enough of this." Jack was surprised at the consultant's quick mood change. "Where would I find some scissors, rubber cement, a trash bag, and paper," Jane said with a grin. "I'll also need you to let me into Lisbon's quarters." A slow smile appeared on Jack's face. He was beginning to like the blond haired man.
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Two hours later, Teresa Lisbon wandered into Sam's lab. The blond woman was bent over a metal cylinder. Her laptop was open and papers were scattered. Sam was oblivious to her visitor as she poked and prodded the strange object pausing only to reference an open screen on her computer.
"Some things never change," Lisbon said with a smile as Carter looked up. "Only this time it's an alien object instead of the next science fair project." Sam laughed remembering her high school years.
"Where's your shadow?" Sam asked with a slight smirk. Lisbon's eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of her missing consultant.
"That's a very good question. He's supposed to be on his best behavior, but it's been rather quiet the past two hours."
"I told you they'd be talking about us," Jae said as he stuck his head in the doorway. He sauntered into the room followed by Jack. The two women eyed them suspiciously. Something had obviously been going on seeing how Jack was sporting a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
"Whatcha working on, Carter?" Jack asked as he leaned on her work table. Looking around the room, Jane wandered over to a table full of unknown objects picking up a mental cube.
"Janeā¦" Lisbon started to reprimand when a bright green light suddenly enveloped the four occupants of the room. The cube clattered to the ground as Daniel passed by just in time to see the four disappear.
"Crap," he said as he quickly headed towards General Hammond's office. At least this time it wasn't his fault.
