Enjoy the next chapter. Once I got started on the last chapter, I couldn't stop. The next one is coming within a few hours.For those of you who didn't want Sam to get that embarrassed, I want you to realize that it's gotta be a little angsty because I try to write fairly realistically...Keep the death threats to a minimum, please.


Jack sat in the booth, holding the scotch. The thoughts that were racing through his head were confusing. Surely Sam wouldn't knowingly get involved with a married man...would she?

He shook his head. He couldn't think about this. He'd worry about it later.

There was a man in khakis and a read button-down shirt approaching the corner booth where Jack sat.

"Mr. O'Neill?" The man asked.

"Yes?" He asked, hooding his eyes.

"You had some information for me?"

"Sit down and have a drink." Jack said, surprisingly calm. He knew those acting classes he had taken with Sara would pay-off.

"I'd rather not."

Jack shrugged. "Whatever."

"Mr. O'Neill, I'm afraid I don't have much time." The detective said, still standing.

"I know about Samantha Carter." He said.

Pete's face contorted in confusion. "What?"

"That's right, Mr. Shanahan, I know about your affair with Samantha Carter." Jack said.

Pete's eyes widened. "I haven't seen Sam since she left for the Gulf."

"You liar!" Jack said, rising.

"I swear!" Pete said, taking a step away from the angry Colonel.

"Bastard! Stay away from Samantha Carter!" Jack yelled as he slugged Pete.


Hope you like the way I portrayed Jack's "knight in shining armour" complex...Review!