author's note: Yay! It's another chapter. And it's kinda long. I hope you like this chapter. it is mainly Daniel and Tony catching up. Although, they can't exactly cover 7 years in one night, so there may just be more chapters kinda along the lines of this one. Um, I don't think there's really anything to warn you about, so I guess that's it. The next chapter will come when it comes, hopefully it won't be too long a wait. So, I hope you enjoy the latest installment of the story and don't forget to let me know what you think!

disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or NCIS.


Dark Foreigner

Chapter 6

DiNozzo's Apartment.

"Man, I thought we were never going to get to leave," Tony said as he pulled his classic Mustang into a spot at his apartment building.

"Well, if you hadn't been so intent on showing me those videos we probably could have left sooner," Daniel replied as he and Tony climbed out of the car and began walking toward the building.

"Hey, those videos were funny. You can't deny that they weren't," Tony said as they stepped onto the elevator, he hit the button for to take them to the correct floor.

"I'm not saying they weren't. It's just . . ." Daniel trailed off shrugging.

"It's just what?" Tony asked as they reached his door.

"Is Gibbs psychic or something? I mean, he never even looked up and he knew we weren't working. It was rather . . . unsettling."

"That's Gibbs for you. Anyway, not sure about the psychic part, but what I can say, he knows me only too well. Although, we did get out of there earlier today," Tony replied picking up his phone, "What do you want on your pizza?"

"Chicken and pineapple."

"Yeah, I need one with chicken and pineapple," Tony said into the phone, "and of course my usual. Okay, thanks Marty."

"So, NCIS?" Daniel asked after Tony had hung up.

"So, consultant for the Air Force?"

"It's a job," Daniel shrugged again.

"So is mine."

"Yes, I imagine it is. But, it is kind of ironic that you catch killers now instead of . . . ya know."

"Not by choice," Tony answered just as the doorbell rang. "Hold that thought."

Tony headed over to the door to pay for the pizza. Daniel could hear him having a quiet conversation with the delivery boy, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

After a couple of minutes Tony came back with the pizza, set them on the counter, and then grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and placed them next to the pizza.

"You were saying," Tony said his mouth full of pizza.

"Actually, you were saying," Daniel responded helping himself to the pizza.

"Not much more to it than 'not by choice.'"

"Yeah, I know. I really didn't like being sent off like that."

"Neither did I. So, how's life with the ex-black ops guy as your boss? Because we both know you and authority have never gotten along well," Tony asked taking a swig of beer and then going for more pizza.

"Well, it took a while for Jack to get used to me, but we get along . . . for the most part."

"That's good. Too bad you can't tell me what you really do."

"Yeah, well." Daniel just shrugged slightly. "Like I said, it's a job."

"At least you get to work with languages," Tony responded.

"Yes, I do. But, you can't tell me you don't like your job, because I know you do."

"I do now, at least. Not at first, though."

"Not at first? What didn't you like?"

"Let's see, besides being told to go into hiding, taking a job I didn't want when I was perfectly happy with the job I had. Oh, and let's not forget being away from friends and family and not being able to contact anyone, Tony ranted. "And my absolute favorite thing of all, having to pretend to be someone I'm not. You know what the funny part is? When you pretend long enough it starts to become real."

"I, uh, I don't know what to say," Daniel said surprised at Tony's outburst.

"Well, after seven years, I guess you just get used to it. It's not so bad anymore, I accepted the fact that this is who I am years ago, Tony replied motioning to indicate the apartment which represented who he had to become.

"Yeah, it was rather hard in the beginning," Daniel said, sighing as he thought about his own life.

"Well, the past is the past, and other than that, what have you been up to?" Tony asked cleaning up their dinner. "Well, that you can tell me?"

"As unbelievable as it may sound, the past seven years hasn't been all peaches and crème for me either. For one, I actually got married."

"What! You're just now telling me this. What's her name? What does she look like? Can I meet her?"

"Uh, yes I'm just now telling you, her name was Sha're, I have a picture, not with me though, and that would be a little difficult," Daniel replied answering every question.

"Why would it be difficult to meet her, wait you said was. Does that mean what I think it means?" Tony questioned with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah, she died a few years ago," Daniel said, sadness creeping into his voice as well.

"I'm sorry about that. We lost a team member a few years back. That his us all pretty hard."

"Losing someone you care about can do that to you. Anyway, enough sad stuff. So, what else do you want to know?"

"I guess whatever you're allowed to tell me."

"Well, there's got to be something specific that you want to know."

"Okay, what exactly do you do for the Air Force?"

"Translations."

"Translations? That's it? No Hour long explanation about it?"

"Oh, I could give you the hour long explanation, but then I' either have to kill you or be arrested for treason."

"Okay, then, moving on I suppose. Anything you want to know about me?"

"Have you ever thought about telling your team?"

"You would pick the tough question first. Yes and no," Tony answered.

"Ooookay," Daniel said making a gesture for Tony to get on with it.

"I don't know. I think I'd like to tell them, or at least tell Gibbs, but then I know I can't. What about you? Ever thought about telling your team?"

"I want to tell them because I can't stand lying to them, but . . ." Daniel trailed off shrugging. He wasn't exactly sure what to say.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tony agreed. "This is depressing, what else can we talk about?"

"I have no idea, especially considering the only stuff I can tell you about is depressing."

"Surely not everything that's happened the past-," Tony began, but was interrupted by Jack's voice.

"Daniel! Answer the phone. I know you're there. Stop ignoring me and answer the dang phone! That's an order! Oh, wait, you don't follow those." Sam's voice could be heard in the back ground, "Sir," then Jack spoke again. "Right. Daniel, answer the phone now!" And then it started over.

Daniel gave his phone a strange look before cautiously flipping it open. Before he could say anything, Jack's voice came bellowing out.

"Daniel, where the heck are you?!"

He made to bring the phone up to his ear, but then had to pull it away again as Jack kept yelling. Finally, the yelling ended.

"Teal'c's getting antsy."

"Teal'c's getting antsy?" Daniel asked skeptically.

"Daniel," Jack's tone held a note of warning.

"Alright, I'm coming." Daniel hung up and then looked at Tony. "Well, obviously it's passed my bed time."

"Come on, I'll drop you off. I need to talk to Gibbs tonight anyway," Tony replied getting up to grab his keys.

"Well, you should probably drive fast. I figure I have about 20 minutes before Jack sends out a search party."

"Driving fast I can do and he sounds as bad as Gibbs," Tony said as they got in the car and headed out.


Holiday Inn, Jack and Daniel's hotel room.

When Daniel walked into the hotel room he was sharing with Jack he found the other man in front of the TV. Apparently, he'd found a hockey game. If only he could have gotten his own room.

Sam, of course got her own room. Being the only woman on the team, that was a given. Teal'c had absolutely refused to share a room with him or Jack. He could understand about Jack. The man snores like a donkey, which is a little . . . disturbing. Jack, of course, denies it.

Teal'c doesn't like to share with him because he, apparently talks in his sleep. Of course, it's not just the fact that Daniel talks in his sleep. No, what really bothers Teal'c is that whatever Daniel happens to say, it's rarely in a language that he recognizes.

And Jack, being the mother hen that he is, didn't want their accident prone archeologist to be alone. Jack's explanation for that had been, 'It's a big city, with lots of people. Most of them might not be friendly at all, while some might be just a little too friendly.' So, Daniel was stuck sharing a room with Jack. Lucky him.

"So?" Jack asked as Daniel sat down next to him.

"So, what?"

"Find out anything interesting?"

"Well, I found out why my phone went missing a few weeks ago."

"Ah, yes. That was fun."

"Yes, I'm sure." It would've been impossible to miss the sarcasm in Daniel's tone.

"Anyway, what did you guys talk about?"

Daniel looked at Jack, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just curious. You were gone a while."

"You don't trust him do you?"

"No, it's not that-,"

"Yes, it is," Daniel said cutting Jack off, "you don't trust Tony."

"Okay, fine, no I don't trust him. He hasn't done anything to earn my trust either."

Daniel had been worried about how to broach the subject. He and Tony had come to an agreement on the way over of what they would tell, but Daniel hadn't been sure about how to bring it up in the first place. Luckily, he just got the perfect opening.

"Do you trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, Daniel," Jack replied still on the Tony thing.

Daniel sighed, and then asked again.

"Jack, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, you know that."

"I mean really trust me?"

"Daniel, you wouldn't be on my team if I didn't."

Good. Daniel could tell that Jack was finally catching on that he was talking about something a little more serious than whether or not he could trust someone he didn't know.

"Okay, then there's something I should tell you," Daniel said as he stood up and started pacing.

"Okay," Jack replied. He was starting to get worried, but tried not to show it.

"Now, before I tell you anything you have to promise that you won't ask any questions. There's just some stuff that I can't tell you, yet."

"Okay, I won't ask any questions."

"No matter how much you may want to?" Daniel asked almost nervously.

"I promise," Jack assured.

"Alright, it wasn't Dark Angel."

"Huh?"

"The Marine that was killed. Dark Angel didn't do it. He puts his mark on the underside of the left wrist not the right ankle."

"What? How do you know that?" As soon as the question left his mouth Jack knew that Daniel wouldn't be able to answer it.

"I can't tell you that. All I can tell you is that Dark Angel is not the man we're looking for."

"So, you did recognize the symbol," Jack said. Daniel winced slightly giving him all the answer he needed, but he answered anyway.

"Yes, I did, but I can't tell you how or why."

Jack could tell that Daniel was still slightly nervous. He was probably worried about how he would take the news that Daniel was keeping something from him. And it was obviously something important and something that could be related to the case. But, Jack had meant it when he told Daniel that he trusted him.

"Okay, I can't deny that I'm practically dying to ask questions, but I won't. I do trust you, Daniel, but I also expect you to tell me anything that I might need to know as it comes up. Especially, if it's directly linked to the case."

"I can't promise you anything Jack, but if there's something that you really need to know, I will tell you."

"Good, now how about we get some sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"Right. And Jack," Daniel waited until Jack had turned back to look at him, "thanks."

"Anytime, Daniel, anytime."