Stargate SG-1 is not mine.
The news of the assassination attempt that had been foiled was around the world in less than a day. C.J.'s name wasn't given out, it was only reported that an enlisted sailor had been the hero. That didn't stop 2 attempts on her life in the port city. Both men were extremists but they promised more would follow. The Sheik and the Admiral in command of the fleet in the Persian Gulf decided to send her back to the states. She would be awarded a medal there, and reassigned. C.J. was assured by her Captain that this was the best thing, but it didn't stop her from being a little annoyed. Not only was there tons of paperwork in relation to the shooting, she felt like she was being punished for doing the right thing.
One Week later in Washington D.C.
"Petty Officer First Class Christianna J. Davis, you are hereby awarded the Bronze star for bravery, and for performance above and beyond the call of duty." The President intoned. C.J. tuned out the rest of the speeches; after the medal was pinned on she went to stand by her brother, Major Paul Davis and her godfather Senator Mike Fetter. After the ceremony there was a short reception, during which Senator Kinsey watched her.
Kinsey watched the easy way she talked to his enemy, Senator Fetter. He of course assumed that Fetter was involved with the young sailor, and thought that he could use the girl and the situation to his advantage. He signaled his aide and left for his limo.
Major Davis leaned over to kiss his sister on the cheek. "Sis, I have to go back to the Pentagon. How about we meet for dinner at 6?" She nodded and he left.
She looked at the Senator beside here, "So, Uncle Mike. How is Aunt Patty and the munchkins?" she asked, taking a sip of red punch. He smiled at her, amazed at how much she had grown up in the 6 years that she had been in the Navy. "Everyone is good. I am going to have to split too, sweetie. Do you need a ride?" he asked.
"No, but I'll walk out with you and catch a cab." She gave her cup to a steward and walked to he elevator with him. "I got Peter's letter just before I left. Sounds like he is falling in love every week." They got into the elevator, and she pushed the buttons while he smiled. "You have no idea what a rascal he is, 7 years old and already a ladies man. Do you know why he picks these girls?" He asked, watching C.J. to see her reaction. "No, why?" the doors opened and they walked out. "They all have dogs." He said, listening to her laugh hysterically, attracting attention and smiles as they walked out to where he was parked.
"I know what to get him then Uncle Mike." C.J. smiled mischievously. "No way. Love ya." He kissed her goodbye and got into his limo. She watched him pull away and started walking to look for a taxi. A limo pulled up beside her and the window rolled down.
"Hi, I'm Senator Kinsey, Do you need a ride?" the distinguished white haired man asked. Alarm bells were ringing, but C.J. dismissed them as rampant paranoia, and smiled." Thank you. That would be great." The driver got out and opened the door for her. She slid in on the leather seat, across from the Senator.
"Would you like a drink?" He asked. "No thank you, I had some of that awful punch at the White House." She said politely.
"You are Petty Officer Davis right?" he asked. She looked at him, "Yes sir. I am staying at the Macarthur Inn on the other side of the Potomac." Hoping that the limo would head there. She was seriously getting the creeps.
"You are very close to Senator Fetter as well?" He said, leaning forward in his seat, reminding her of a snake. She was beginning to wish she had listened to her inner alarm bells.
"The Senator and I are acquaintances, Yes Sir," She replied, not knowing the things slithering through Kinsey's brain. He smiled and leaned closer to her,
"Can I see your bronze star?" Her first thought was to unpin it when he reached over and deliberately touched her breast along with the medal. He was thinking how he could use this young woman, when she took both of her hands and shoved him violently back into his seat.
"Pull this damn thing over!" she called, and as the limo slowed to the curb she looked at the Senator.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you ever touch me again I'll take off my high heels and stick them into your eyes!" she yelled at the surprised Senator. She jerked open her door, stepped out and slammed it violently shut.
"She doesn't know who she's dealing with." Kinsey snarled. "Take me to the Pentagon!" he said to the driver. C.J. watched the limo pull away, and took out her cellphone.
"Major Davis please." A pause. "Paul, some Senator named Kinsey just tried to feel me up in the back of his limo." Her teeth actually hurt from her jaw being clenched.
"Kinsey? Senator Kinsey?" Paul asked, shaken at the near disaster. "That's what I said. I thought he was offering me a ride, boy was I wrong." She huffed, glancing around and wondering if she would get away with taking off her heels.
"Where are you?" He asked, digging for his keys as he talked. C.J. glanced around, "Near the Lincoln Memorial." She replied. "Stay put, I'm coming after you. Where is your stuff?" he said quickly. She sensed the panic in his voice, "Room 206, the Macarthur Inn. My sea bag is all packed at the end of the bed." She said quietly. "Go to the Memorial, I'll meet you there in an hour." There was a dial tone, and she shook her head. She dialed the phone again.
"Senator Fetter's office." The female voice said. "Hi, may I speak to the Senator? This is his goddaughter Christy Ann. Yes, I'll hold." She said, heading towards the Lincoln Memorial. Yikes, these stupid heels were going into the Potomac.
"Uncle Mike? Good you're in. Listen, Senator Kinsey offered me a ride, then tried to grab my breast. Yes, you heard me right. I called Paul and he's in a panic. No, I'll do what he says; I won't be able to see Aunt Patty though. Yeah, give them my love. You give that Senator a black eye for me will you? Bye." She hung up, thoughtfully continuing to walk.
Senator Mike Fetter hands shook in rage. He began to carefully make plans to sink the not so honorable Senator Kinsey. He was going to pay and pay big.
Major Davis ran out of his office, pounding down the stairs instead of the elevator. He went over and burst into the SECNAV's (Secretary of the Navy) office, and stood there trying to catch his breath.
Commander Owens looked up in puzzlement. "Well howdy Paul. Long time no see, are you here for a reason?" he smiled, standing to shake his friends hand. Paul shook his head, "I need C.J.'s records." Now Owens looked carefully at Paul, and thumbed through the thick stack of personnel records on his desk. He pulled one out and gave it to him.
"What's up?" Commander Owens asked quietly. "Senator Kinsey tried to pull something, my sister resisted, so I think he is coming here next." Davis said, checking the records tag carefully. Owens nodded, "That would be how he operates. I'll cover for you." He got up and towed Paul through another door, into another hallway. "Get going." He went back into his office to prepare for the trouble ahead and Paul raced back to his so he could pick up C.J.
C.J. was sitting on the bottom steps of the Lincoln Memorial, her shoes sitting beside her on the ground. She watched Paul hustle his way through the tourists, not noticing the admiring glances that women threw him. He saw his sister sitting in her uniform, shoes off like usual. He quietly let out a breath in relief, and sat beside her. "You ok?" he asked.
"Just pissed. I'm not safe here either, am I?" she asked. He shook his head, looking down at his feet. Then he got a great idea. He looked at his sister, "You're going to NORAD."