"Thanks for coming with me Daniel." Paul pulled up outside the house and switched off the ignition. He glanced at the front door and sighed.
"Nervous?"
"A bit." Paul laughed. "Stupid isn't it." He got out of the car and locked it after Daniel, following his friend up the path.
"I wonder what she wants."
"I have no idea. She hasn't contacted me in four years." He knocked on the door. "And to be honest 'We need to talk' was not the type of message I was expecting.
Daniel turned his attention to the house as the front door opened. Whatever he'd been expecting Paul's ex-wife to look like...this was not it.
"You came." Her voice was soft and full of disbelief.
"I told you I would.." Daniel noticed Paul's voice drop significantly and wondered if she'd changed much since the last time he'd seen her.
"You'd best come inside." She stepped back and allowed the two men in. Daniel followed Paul's gaze to the handgun on the hall table and raised an eyebrow as they walked into the lounge area. Paul looked around the room, noting that she'd completely changed the decoration and the furniture, and it made him feel lost. He shook his head slightly as he sat down.
Daniel watched her take a seat opposite them both. He could see why Paul would have married her. She was very pretty. Long brown hair that fell in loose curls past her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that shone even in the dim light of the lounge. Her figure was semi hidden in loose fitting pants and a vest top. He frowned slightly at her questioning gaze. "Oh...I'm sorry. I'm Dr Daniel Jackson. I'm a friend of Paul's."
Her gaze slid to Paul. "You brought back up?"
"Um...yes. Well I wasn't sure why you called. I mean...it's been 4 years and I didn't want to get into a show down with you..."
Natasha chuckled softly. "A show down? I don't think I ever raised my voice at you the entire time we were married."
"No...I'm sorry...I just...it was a bit of a shock that's all."
"I can imagine." Natasha frowned softly. "Paul...I always suspected that whatever it was you got yourself into, was some kind of classified project. However...this mornings little incident seems to clarify that."
"Incident?" Daniel frowned. "What happened?"
"I had a little visit from some men, asking after Paul. Claimed they didn't know we were divorced. Told me they'd be back and they would find what they were looking for."
"Oh god." Paul dropped his head in his hands and groaned softly.
Natasha got up and went to look out of the window. "I assume you know who they are?"
Daniel looked at Paul. "NID?"
Paul nodded. "Maybe they figure they can't get to you guys so they're going to try and get to me." He looked up at his ex-wife who was still looking out of the window. "You can't stay here."
"Paul..." Daniel shook his head at his friend slowly.
"Daniel...she's in danger. I'm not going to leave her here so those idiots can..."
"They're back." Natasha watched the black car pull up outside the house.
Paul and Daniel got up and moved over to her position, watching a man get out of the car. "He's alone. Should make things easier."
He walked up the path and knocked on the front door.
Natasha raised an eyebrow and made her way to the hall, picking up the handgun on the way. Paul and Daniel took positions behind the door so they wouldn't be seen. Natasha nodded slightly and opened the door, keeping it on the safety chain.
"Natasha Davis."
Natasha sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you people. Paul and I are divorced." She silently clicked the safety of her gun, which was in her left hand behind the door, out of sight.
"That's unfortunate ma'am. We believe that Major Davis holds some important information. We have been sent by the Pentagon to retrieve him."
"Really? Well...as I said. I'm not in contact with him. I have no idea where he is and I certainly know nothing about his job."
"That is again...unfortunate. I'm going to have to ask you to come with me ma'am."
As he was speaking, Natasha moved the gun behind her back and placed it in her other hand. With her left hand she took the safety chain off the door and opened it slightly wider, raising the gun to his face.
"I don't think so."
She grabbed him and pulled him into the hall, as Daniel shut the door behind them. She forced him up against the wall and leant all her weight on her forearm which was against his neck.
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?"
"The thought crossed my mind." She felt Paul's hand on her back and knew that both of them were beside her. "Who are you? And what do you want?"
The man looked at Dr Jackson and then Major Davis and smiled. "I've already got what I want."
Natasha hit him hard around the head with the butt of the gun and he fell to the floor. Daniel and Paul grabbed him and dragged him into the lounge, tying him to a chair and gagging him as well.
"Nice to see you haven't lost your touch." Paul muttered as she finished tying the man's bonds.
"You did good." Daniel smiled at her.
"I had a good teacher." Natasha looked at Paul.
"You're not safe here. He was just the messenger. They'll come for him when he fails to report in."
"I can take care of myself Paul."
"No you can't."
"Ok...let's just, take this discussion somewhere else shall we." Daniel watched the two of them closely. There was definitely something still there...he was sure of that. Paul nodded and waited for Natasha to gather some things and follow Daniel out of the door.
He stood infront of the man now bound to the chair and hit him hard across the face. Narrowing his eyes he walked out of the house.
"Nervous?"
"A bit." Paul laughed. "Stupid isn't it." He got out of the car and locked it after Daniel, following his friend up the path.
"I wonder what she wants."
"I have no idea. She hasn't contacted me in four years." He knocked on the door. "And to be honest 'We need to talk' was not the type of message I was expecting.
Daniel turned his attention to the house as the front door opened. Whatever he'd been expecting Paul's ex-wife to look like...this was not it.
"You came." Her voice was soft and full of disbelief.
"I told you I would.." Daniel noticed Paul's voice drop significantly and wondered if she'd changed much since the last time he'd seen her.
"You'd best come inside." She stepped back and allowed the two men in. Daniel followed Paul's gaze to the handgun on the hall table and raised an eyebrow as they walked into the lounge area. Paul looked around the room, noting that she'd completely changed the decoration and the furniture, and it made him feel lost. He shook his head slightly as he sat down.
Daniel watched her take a seat opposite them both. He could see why Paul would have married her. She was very pretty. Long brown hair that fell in loose curls past her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that shone even in the dim light of the lounge. Her figure was semi hidden in loose fitting pants and a vest top. He frowned slightly at her questioning gaze. "Oh...I'm sorry. I'm Dr Daniel Jackson. I'm a friend of Paul's."
Her gaze slid to Paul. "You brought back up?"
"Um...yes. Well I wasn't sure why you called. I mean...it's been 4 years and I didn't want to get into a show down with you..."
Natasha chuckled softly. "A show down? I don't think I ever raised my voice at you the entire time we were married."
"No...I'm sorry...I just...it was a bit of a shock that's all."
"I can imagine." Natasha frowned softly. "Paul...I always suspected that whatever it was you got yourself into, was some kind of classified project. However...this mornings little incident seems to clarify that."
"Incident?" Daniel frowned. "What happened?"
"I had a little visit from some men, asking after Paul. Claimed they didn't know we were divorced. Told me they'd be back and they would find what they were looking for."
"Oh god." Paul dropped his head in his hands and groaned softly.
Natasha got up and went to look out of the window. "I assume you know who they are?"
Daniel looked at Paul. "NID?"
Paul nodded. "Maybe they figure they can't get to you guys so they're going to try and get to me." He looked up at his ex-wife who was still looking out of the window. "You can't stay here."
"Paul..." Daniel shook his head at his friend slowly.
"Daniel...she's in danger. I'm not going to leave her here so those idiots can..."
"They're back." Natasha watched the black car pull up outside the house.
Paul and Daniel got up and moved over to her position, watching a man get out of the car. "He's alone. Should make things easier."
He walked up the path and knocked on the front door.
Natasha raised an eyebrow and made her way to the hall, picking up the handgun on the way. Paul and Daniel took positions behind the door so they wouldn't be seen. Natasha nodded slightly and opened the door, keeping it on the safety chain.
"Natasha Davis."
Natasha sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you people. Paul and I are divorced." She silently clicked the safety of her gun, which was in her left hand behind the door, out of sight.
"That's unfortunate ma'am. We believe that Major Davis holds some important information. We have been sent by the Pentagon to retrieve him."
"Really? Well...as I said. I'm not in contact with him. I have no idea where he is and I certainly know nothing about his job."
"That is again...unfortunate. I'm going to have to ask you to come with me ma'am."
As he was speaking, Natasha moved the gun behind her back and placed it in her other hand. With her left hand she took the safety chain off the door and opened it slightly wider, raising the gun to his face.
"I don't think so."
She grabbed him and pulled him into the hall, as Daniel shut the door behind them. She forced him up against the wall and leant all her weight on her forearm which was against his neck.
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?"
"The thought crossed my mind." She felt Paul's hand on her back and knew that both of them were beside her. "Who are you? And what do you want?"
The man looked at Dr Jackson and then Major Davis and smiled. "I've already got what I want."
Natasha hit him hard around the head with the butt of the gun and he fell to the floor. Daniel and Paul grabbed him and dragged him into the lounge, tying him to a chair and gagging him as well.
"Nice to see you haven't lost your touch." Paul muttered as she finished tying the man's bonds.
"You did good." Daniel smiled at her.
"I had a good teacher." Natasha looked at Paul.
"You're not safe here. He was just the messenger. They'll come for him when he fails to report in."
"I can take care of myself Paul."
"No you can't."
"Ok...let's just, take this discussion somewhere else shall we." Daniel watched the two of them closely. There was definitely something still there...he was sure of that. Paul nodded and waited for Natasha to gather some things and follow Daniel out of the door.
He stood infront of the man now bound to the chair and hit him hard across the face. Narrowing his eyes he walked out of the house.