Jack and Sam had left Sam's house through the back door. Jack led her to the back fence where they emerged in the alleyway between the houses. They walked down the alleyway to the where it connected with the sidewalk. Jack walked over to a Jeep parked at the curb. He held up his hand stopping Sam.
She watched as he walked around the Jeep and inspected it and looked underneath it. Seemingly satisfied, he waved her over. "Let's go."
"Jack, we can't…"
Jack smirked. "Relax, it's mine. Let's go" He held open the vinyl passenger door.
They took off down the road as Sam studied him. He glanced at her and noticed the scrutiny. "Yes?"
"What happened at the cabin Jack?" She asked.
"Later Sam"
Jack drove them to Denver and pulled into a hotel. They got out and Sam followed Jack up the staircase to the second floor. He took out a key and pulled his weapon out at the same time. He motioned for Sam to stay put and opened the door and walked in with his weapon up. A few moments later came to the door and motioned her in.
She walked in and looked around. "Okay, so it this where you hid?"
He smirked again as he walked to a bag on the floor and pulled out another pistol. He dropped the magazine and looked at it, then slid in back in and worked the slide. He handed her the weapon. "Loaded."
Sam took the weapon as he dug in his bag and took out another magazine and handed it to her. She placed the weapon in her waist band and the extra magazine in her pocket for now. Her frustration was growing. "Jack, talk to me dammit!"
Jack stopped digging in his bag. He looked up. He took the shirt he had in his hand and threw it on the bed. "Sam, I already told you what is going on. That guy was hired was hired to kill me and then you, by Jonathan Roebuck. I have no doubt that Daniel and Teal'c are in danger as well." He paused and looked at her. "If he thinks that I am going to stand by and let people I care about be placed in danger, he is sadly mistaken. I am going to put a stop to this."
Sam could feel the agitation radiating off O'Neill. "Jack…"
Jack cut her off. "You can stay here another two days. The room is paid for. After that, you need to leave." He walked to the bathroom taking his shirt with him.
Sam waited a moment then followed. He was inside the sink area in front of the toilet section. His shirt was off and he had a med kit on the counter. She saw the red skin and stitches on his chest. She couldn't help but gasp.
Jack turned. Sam walked over and looked at the wound. She could tell it was only luck it had not killed him. She could also tell it had not still sealed completely as the seepage was evident. Without a word, she reached over to the med kit and picked up the antiseptic bottle and some swabs. She began to clean the wound.
Jack stood silently as she cleaned the wound, being careful not to disturb the stitches. When she was sure it was clean, she picked up tape and bandages and began to bandage the wound. When she was done, she looked up at him to see a trace of a smile on his lips.
"Jack, that needs to be looked at. It is not healing properly. Probably because you won't sit still. The bullet has to come out." Sam stated.
"I will let someone look at it when I am done, and the bullet is out." Jack replied, grimacing as he pulled his T-shirt on.
He walked back into the main room while looking at his watch. Sam followed her frustration and confusion growing.
"Jack, what are you going to do? Walk up to Roebuck and shoot him in the middle of D.C.? You will be arrested or killed and you know it. So far, he has used his knowledge of us to…" She paused, and fear crossed her faced. "Cassie!"
She turned to the door when Jack grabbed her arm. "Sam…"
"Jack, if Roebuck knows SG1 and our lives, knew where you cabin was, my house, then he knows about Cassie. I have to go and protect her!" Sam said, her agitation growing.
"Sam, calm down." Jack said he said as he guided her back into the room. She watched as he walked to the internal door that separated the rooms. He knocked two times then paused, knocked three more times. He smiled at Sam.
