"Hey Daniel, I thought you were going home?" came Carter's sweet voice as Daniel Jackson entered the lab at the SGC.
"Well you know I was. However I thought I would have a bit of fun and let Jack know he had forgotten his phone." Daniel pushed his glasses farther up onto his nose. "But when I got a hold of him at the airport, he said he had been threatened and wouldn't be going fishing. Something about the airport being on total lock down."
"Oh wow, did he say if he was O.K.?"
"Ye-ah." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began pacing the room, his eyes searching for something to focus on. "He agreed to call me when he got out of there, and we'd go shoot some pool. That was about five hours ago, and I haven't heard from him. I was wondering if you had...but obviously you haven't," Daniel's eyes finally ending on Carter.
"We should let General Hammond know, and see if he's heard anything." Carter got up and squeezed Daniel's shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. Come on."
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*SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE- Detective Lennie Briscoe, Det. Ed Green, Lt Anita Van Buren, ADA Jack McCoy, from Law & Order (yeah, I know they're actually from New York, but this is MY universe)*
"I told you the story already TWICE! I also told you who I am, and showed you my ID. Thank you very much. Am I under arrest? If not, I'd like to go." Frustration at the situation filling the Col.'s entire being. Under his breath he muttered, "Dealing with civilian police now THERE'S torture for you."
"Well, Colonel, gotta follow procedure, you can appreciate that being in the Air Force and all. The man you shot says he was just walking through the airport parking lot when you pulled out your gun and shot him." Detective Briscoe stated giving Jack a look of 'why can't sarcasm in criminals be capitol punishment'.
Detective Green paced the room. "So you're sticking to the story that you shot the man out of self defense, is that right?"
"Yep. He came at me with a knife and I gave him fair warning. It's not my fault he didn't believe me, well not entirely my fault." Smiling. "Ok, so what about the knife at the scene? Huh? Did I place it there?"
Briscoe sat back, hands folded in his lap. "Maybe you did? Who's to say? Listen Colonel, we don't like this anymore then you do ok? So why not just cooperate with us."
"You should do that," Detective Green added. "We're not having it any easier than you in this. We also have a guy outside who says you're someone else who would NEVER use a gun. Until we get some true answers," Detective Green stopped his pacing and brought his face only an inch from O'Neill's invading personal space. "We're all stuck here."
O'Neill just looked at Green and put on an obviously false smile then rolled his eyes and turned back to the more civilized of the two detectives. Ha, I've been intimidated by plants better at interrogation than you.
Just then someone on the other side of the one-way glass tapped to get the attention of Green and Briscoe. The people standing behind it watching could see very clearly the level of tension that was building.
Briscoe rose from his chair, cast a glance at Green and the two of them left the room. "We'll be back in a minute."
"Are you sure that's your friend, Mr. Dalton?" Brisco asked after he had closed the door behind him.
"Yes, I'm sure that's him. Just look at the picture. That's Mac!" Dalton held up the picture of he and Mac for the detective to look at again. "The guy who I saw earlier has used mind control drugs before. Poor Mac, he probably really thinks he is an Air Force Colonel. Get a shrink in here, I'm sure they can tell you and they can help him, too."
Detective Brisco gave a look at his partner which suggested who might truly need a 'shrink'. They had seen O'Neill's Military ID and it did not suggest that his name might be Mac.
Boy, this was a hard one to put together. A kidnapping, threats at knifepoint, a gunshot victim. At least they knew who pulled the trigger it was the man who claimed to be one person, yet another was claiming the shooter to be another. Everyone was getting headaches from this.
Jack Dalton was getting nervous. "Can I at least go in and talk to him. Maybe his memory will spark if he sees a familiar face."
Lt. Van Buren shrugged. "Sure why not." Brisco said absent-mindedly. With that Dalton was through the door.
"Can we arrest him?" Detective Brisco asked to an assistant DA Jack McCoy who had just come into the room.
"Well, we have the gun, with one shot missing, witnesses, a claim of self-defense, and two prior complaints against the victim. I'm not sure it will be enough, especially if that man's ID checks out." The DA shrugged.
"We can still keep him while we check out his ID though, right?"
"As long as he doesn't call a lawyer, and we don't officially arrest him."
"Good. Then keep trying to check it out. By the way, what's the problem?" Briscoe asked Van Buren.
"It's classified."
"What's classified?"
"Whether he's Air Force or not."
"Jeez, this is giving me a headache."
"Well?"
"Well, by his own admission he shot the guy, you can arrest him on that." The assistant DA said.
Brisco looked at his partner who was currently snickering at the situation.
A young officer came into the room and placed a file folder in Van Buren's hands, he quickly left though, feeling the tension in the air. He did not want to be involved in this as much as humanly possible.
Van Buren looked through the file and suppressed a chuckle. Her eyes widened as she read the next page, and then closed the folder in her hands. She cast an unreadable glance into the interrogation room and then turned back to the three people looking at her inquisitively. She almost laughed, thinking what their faces were going to look like when she revealed the information she held.
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"Oh! Lovely! Another one." Colonel O'Neill's disposition was deteriorating by the second. MAN! I'd rather be in a Goa'uld death camp! Or torture chamber, at least they only ask you things ONCE! Hey, even one of Daniel's long-winded discussions would be better!
"Hey buddy, how you holdin' up?" Dalton tried to put on a brave face for his friend.
"Are YOU going to ask me about this again? Because if you are you can save your breath." O'Neill stood up to stretch his legs, and begin milling around the room. "Look, can I at LEAST make a phone call to my superior? If I don't get to soon, then you better believe I'm gonna sue the living HELL out of all of you."
Dalton was taken back. Never had he heard his friend so irate. Everything seemed to come to Mac with such patience unknown to anyone else. "Hey, Mac, come on, they're saying you shot a guy. I know that could never be true. You hate guns. And I know who set this...." Jack's comforting words were cut off when the other man suddenly spun around to glare at him.
"What, did you just call me?"
"Mac..." Dalton replied just a bit uneasy.
"My NAME is JACK! I don't know where everybody is getting off calling me MAC today." O'Neill ended with his hands out in a flourish and coming down to grip the back of a chair roughly.
Dalton was at a loss for words. He did the only thing he could think of. He pulled out the picture that he had shown the detectives. "Here, Mac...er...Jack" handing the picture over. "It's me and you buddy, a few years ago. Remember, at Pete's retirement party. There's Pete right there in the center."
O'Neill took a look at the picture and crinkled his eyebrows in frustration. "Hn.... The guy looks just like me. Well, just not quite as good looking. Who is he?"
"That's you Mac!"
The only response garnered from the Colonel was a roll of the eyes and the chair swinging around to be sat in backwards. Head lightly tapping on the table as Jack O'Neill realized this was all a case of mistaken identity.
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Nearly at the same time O'Neill figured this out, Van Buren was currently explaining it to those with her. It seemed that O'Neill was at least who he claimed to be. The prints on the knife had come back and she was currently giving explanation on these.
"A guy named Murdock, a VERY wanted guy named Murdock."
"How wanted are we talking?" ADA McCoy asked.
"Kidnapping, torture, sabotage, escape from federal custody, terrorism, and that's just for starters. Seems the FBI, CIA, and a few other international groups want him. Though it appears most of his activities have been directed at a company called The Phoenix Foundation, the current director of which happens to be one Mr. Angus MacGyver." The black lady Lieutenant showed a photo of Mr. MacGyver to the others.
The three men groaned at the evidence.
"So, what you're saying is we picked up the wrong guy?" Detective Briscoe stated more than asked.
"What I'm reading, we don't want to be the one to pick up this Murdock."
McCoy looked at those in the room, "What do you want to bet, he won't be at the hospital for you to pick him up?"
Van Buren reached for the wall phone and dialed out to the hospital where the 'victim' had been taken. After a short conversation, she hung up and glanced at McCoy giving him an audible humph.
"Sooo..." Green started, "who wants to break the news to him?" Pointing through the glass.
"Oh, I think the Colonel will understand." Briscoe laughed at the whole fiasco.
Green gave him a glare, "I wasn't talking about the Colonel."
"Oh."