A Traditional Stakeout
by Layton Colt
Part Five: Games
"He went down the hallway," Sam said.
Daniel nodded. "Alright, I'm going to go in."
"I can't see him anymore," Sam said worriedly. "And we weren't able to get a bug in the far side of the house."
"I'm sure Jack's fine. I'll be sure to check on him before I leave, though."
"The Colonel wants you to find the items and get them back here, he told you that was ALL you were to do."
Daniel started for the door. "Well, maybe I'll be looking for the items in the same place he and Meredith are!"
"You're impossible!" Sam said again.
Sam's only answer was the sound of the front door being pulled quietly closed. Reaching over to grab Daniel's pack, she pulled out one of Daniel's candy bars and quickly got rid of the wrapper. "Men," she said disgustedly. "Can't live with them . . ."
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Daniel slipped into the front door, and carefully closed it behind him. 'Okay,' he thought. 'First hall . . . first door.'
He listened carefully for voices, but the house remained eerily silent. When he entered the hall, the door at the end was closed, but there was light seeping through its seams. He guessed they must be in there.
Concern for his friend started to build. But, Sam and Jack had both reminded him he was supposed to find the items, and then leave.
He wanted to walk down there to check on Jack, but he knew that if Jack was fine and he got them both caught, that he would be in big trouble. Deciding to find the items first, and then check on Jack if he still hadn't heard from him, Daniel carefully opened the basement door.
He turned on the flashlight he had grabbed as he was leaving, and ran it across the staircase. He closed the door behind him, and then headed downwards.
The room was just a standard basement, despite the lavish home. And there was a neat little table sitting right in the middle of the floor. Daniel ran the flashlight quickly over each of the items resting atop it.
"Jackpot," he said with a grin.
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Jack came to slowly. The first thing he noticed, were the restraints wrapped tightly around his wrists. Then he noticed, upon opening his eyes, that the restraints around his wrists were a pair of handcuffs. And the handcuffs were weaved through a post in the headboard of the bed.
"Who are you?"
The voice reached him distorted. And he frowned, for a moment, trying to remember the answer to that very simple question. Right. He was Jack O'Neill. And he was on an undercover mission.
"You know who I am," he said blearily. He turned to focus on the figure beside the bed. "Do you treat all your guests so hospitably?"
"Really? So you're really Jonathan Michaels? Millionaire extraordinaire? Funny, but you don't exist. Although, there is this charming air force Colonel that quite resembles you. The name Jack O'Neill ring a bell?"
"I don't--"
"Know what I'm talking about," Meredith finished mockingly. "Save it, Colonel. I'm not in the mood for games."
"Then what's with the cuffs?" Jack asked. "Kind of kinky, don't ya think?"
Meredith crossed her arms. "You've caused me a great deal of trouble showing up here, you know," she said. "Cause me any more and you may begin to be even more trouble than you're worth."
Meredith knelt beside the bed, and leaned closer. "I know who you are, Colonel. I'm not very trusting, you see, so I had to take a quick picture of you and your lovely 'wife.' My source was more than happy to inform me of your identity. And even told me your son was more than likely Dr. Jackson."
"Your source?" Jack laughed. "Who would that be, Meredith?"
Meredith grinned. "I would not divulge that, surely you would know I wouldn't."
Jack grinned. "Of course not. Wouldn't want me to know that Kinsey is the one feeding you all this misinformation."
For a moment Meredith's control faltered, and then just as quickly her confidence returned. "Tell me how you know what is going on. Did that slime ball Kinsey come to you?"
"Didn't have to. You made enough mistakes that they were able to figure out what was going on without any help from him."
Both Jack and Meredith were startled when a door slammed shut.
"Meredith!" Brentley called. "Get out here."
Meredith patted Jack on the cheek, and he saw her grab a small key from the nightstand and place it in her pocket. "I'll only be gone a moment, darling. Don't go anywhere." Then she grinned and flounced out the door.
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"Oh no . . ." Sam dropped the candy bar and focused the telescope. Sure enough, she'd been right on first glance. Brentley Carlisle was home.
She was just about to call for backup when the front door flew open. Teal'c entered.
"Senator Kinsey has been assassinated," he informed her coolly. "It is believed that Brentley Carlisle is the culprit."
"He's just gone into the house," Sam said. "Both Daniel and the Colonel are inside."
Teal'c frowned. "We must go in after them. The NID's plan to handle this quietly has failed. Carlisle is to be apprehended and brought up on charges of murder."
Sam nodded and grabbed one of the bags. She zipped it open and handed one of the 45s to Teal'c before taking on for herself. "Where's SG-3?" she asked.
"They are outside, awaiting your orders."
Sam nodded and started for the door. They quickly exited the home, and the door shut behind him. The tape player near the window, however, continued to spin.
"Meredith? Get out here!"
"What are you doing back so soon.?"
"I had to get rid of Kinsey."
"What? I told you to wait for me!"
"I had too, Meredith . . ."
"Never mind that. We have bigger problems. There's someone else now that we have to get rid off."
to be continued.
Part Five: Games
"He went down the hallway," Sam said.
Daniel nodded. "Alright, I'm going to go in."
"I can't see him anymore," Sam said worriedly. "And we weren't able to get a bug in the far side of the house."
"I'm sure Jack's fine. I'll be sure to check on him before I leave, though."
"The Colonel wants you to find the items and get them back here, he told you that was ALL you were to do."
Daniel started for the door. "Well, maybe I'll be looking for the items in the same place he and Meredith are!"
"You're impossible!" Sam said again.
Sam's only answer was the sound of the front door being pulled quietly closed. Reaching over to grab Daniel's pack, she pulled out one of Daniel's candy bars and quickly got rid of the wrapper. "Men," she said disgustedly. "Can't live with them . . ."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Daniel slipped into the front door, and carefully closed it behind him. 'Okay,' he thought. 'First hall . . . first door.'
He listened carefully for voices, but the house remained eerily silent. When he entered the hall, the door at the end was closed, but there was light seeping through its seams. He guessed they must be in there.
Concern for his friend started to build. But, Sam and Jack had both reminded him he was supposed to find the items, and then leave.
He wanted to walk down there to check on Jack, but he knew that if Jack was fine and he got them both caught, that he would be in big trouble. Deciding to find the items first, and then check on Jack if he still hadn't heard from him, Daniel carefully opened the basement door.
He turned on the flashlight he had grabbed as he was leaving, and ran it across the staircase. He closed the door behind him, and then headed downwards.
The room was just a standard basement, despite the lavish home. And there was a neat little table sitting right in the middle of the floor. Daniel ran the flashlight quickly over each of the items resting atop it.
"Jackpot," he said with a grin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jack came to slowly. The first thing he noticed, were the restraints wrapped tightly around his wrists. Then he noticed, upon opening his eyes, that the restraints around his wrists were a pair of handcuffs. And the handcuffs were weaved through a post in the headboard of the bed.
"Who are you?"
The voice reached him distorted. And he frowned, for a moment, trying to remember the answer to that very simple question. Right. He was Jack O'Neill. And he was on an undercover mission.
"You know who I am," he said blearily. He turned to focus on the figure beside the bed. "Do you treat all your guests so hospitably?"
"Really? So you're really Jonathan Michaels? Millionaire extraordinaire? Funny, but you don't exist. Although, there is this charming air force Colonel that quite resembles you. The name Jack O'Neill ring a bell?"
"I don't--"
"Know what I'm talking about," Meredith finished mockingly. "Save it, Colonel. I'm not in the mood for games."
"Then what's with the cuffs?" Jack asked. "Kind of kinky, don't ya think?"
Meredith crossed her arms. "You've caused me a great deal of trouble showing up here, you know," she said. "Cause me any more and you may begin to be even more trouble than you're worth."
Meredith knelt beside the bed, and leaned closer. "I know who you are, Colonel. I'm not very trusting, you see, so I had to take a quick picture of you and your lovely 'wife.' My source was more than happy to inform me of your identity. And even told me your son was more than likely Dr. Jackson."
"Your source?" Jack laughed. "Who would that be, Meredith?"
Meredith grinned. "I would not divulge that, surely you would know I wouldn't."
Jack grinned. "Of course not. Wouldn't want me to know that Kinsey is the one feeding you all this misinformation."
For a moment Meredith's control faltered, and then just as quickly her confidence returned. "Tell me how you know what is going on. Did that slime ball Kinsey come to you?"
"Didn't have to. You made enough mistakes that they were able to figure out what was going on without any help from him."
Both Jack and Meredith were startled when a door slammed shut.
"Meredith!" Brentley called. "Get out here."
Meredith patted Jack on the cheek, and he saw her grab a small key from the nightstand and place it in her pocket. "I'll only be gone a moment, darling. Don't go anywhere." Then she grinned and flounced out the door.
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"Oh no . . ." Sam dropped the candy bar and focused the telescope. Sure enough, she'd been right on first glance. Brentley Carlisle was home.
She was just about to call for backup when the front door flew open. Teal'c entered.
"Senator Kinsey has been assassinated," he informed her coolly. "It is believed that Brentley Carlisle is the culprit."
"He's just gone into the house," Sam said. "Both Daniel and the Colonel are inside."
Teal'c frowned. "We must go in after them. The NID's plan to handle this quietly has failed. Carlisle is to be apprehended and brought up on charges of murder."
Sam nodded and grabbed one of the bags. She zipped it open and handed one of the 45s to Teal'c before taking on for herself. "Where's SG-3?" she asked.
"They are outside, awaiting your orders."
Sam nodded and started for the door. They quickly exited the home, and the door shut behind him. The tape player near the window, however, continued to spin.
"Meredith? Get out here!"
"What are you doing back so soon.?"
"I had to get rid of Kinsey."
"What? I told you to wait for me!"
"I had too, Meredith . . ."
"Never mind that. We have bigger problems. There's someone else now that we have to get rid off."
to be continued.