"Just for the record, I think this is a very bad idea."
"Relax, Daniel. You heard Hammond. We're supposed to get him cleaned off and dried off before we go get him a leash."
"He didn't say anything about doing the cleaning in the infirmary sink."
The two of them had snuck Jaffer into the infirmary after making sure that Fraiser was nowhere to be seen.
"He won't fit in the sinks in the bathrooms or the locker room, and we can't clean a dog in the kitchen sinks. It wouldn't be sanitary." Jack said, reasonably. "That leaves this one."
"Uh huh. You realize Janet will kill all three of us if she catches us?"
"We're done. Hand me a towel."
It hadn't taken all that much to rinse the coffee out of the jet-black fur. Luckily, Hammond wasn't a cream and sugar kind of guy, so it wasn't a sticky mess, and Jaffer didn't seem to have taken any lasting harm from having the hot coffee spilled on him. Jack couldn't see any red skin that might signify a burn, but he thought he might have it checked later, anyways. Better safe than sorry when it came to Jaffer, after all.
Daniel handed Jack one of the big fluffy towels that Fraiser and her medical staff used for drying their hands after washing them before surgeries, and O'Neill picked Jaffer out of the sink and wrapped him in it and started drying him off.
"Rinse the sink out, Dani-"
"What are you two doing in here?"
Both of them froze when they heard Fraiser's voice behind them, and they looked over at each other. Jack bundled Jaffer completely up in the towel and handed him over to Daniel, then turned and stepped slightly in front of the archeologist as Daniel turned around, too, hiding the evidence.
"Colonel?" Fraiser was obviously waiting for an answer, and was looking at the two of them suspiciously. Of course, they both had identical guilty looks on their faces, which didn't help.
"Um..." Jack took a quick step forward, taking Fraiser's elbow and turning her slightly away from Daniel. "My head is hurting a little, so I... thought I'd get another ice pack."
"In my sink?" Fraiser wasn't buying that.
"My hands were dirty."
Daniel had opened his shirt and stuffed the towel-wrapped puppy inside, with only the little black nose sticking out, and had headed for the door. Jaffer didn't appreciate the sudden close quarters, or being treated like a piece of baggage and was squirming inside the archeologist's shirt, emitting a high-pitched growl that caught Janet's attention.
"What was that?" She asked, looking at Daniel's retreating back.
"He's probably just hungry," Jack told her. "You know how Daniel is. Never eating, always working."
"Colonel..." Fraiser wasn't enjoying this. She knew something was going on, and wanted to know what it was. There was no way O'Neill was here for an ice pack. Then she realized someone was missing. "Where's Jaffer?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously once more.
"He's around."
"You lost him?"
"Of course not."
"What's going on, Colonel?" It was clear from her tone of voice that she knew he was up to something. Her arms crossed in a manner that told him he'd better come up with something convincing, but Jack didn't have a clue what it could be.
"I can't tell you, Doc."
"Can't?"
"It's better you don't know." Boy, was that a fact! "I'd... better go make sure Daniel gets something to eat." He turned and headed for the door.
"What about your ice pack?"
"I'll come back for it."
"Colonel!"
He almost ran into Sam, who was walking into the infirmary just then, and Carter gestured over her shoulder, obviously confused. "Sir, I just saw Daniel in the hall. Why's he carrying Jaf-?"
"He looks pretty hungry, huh, Carter?" Jack asked, hustling past her. "I've gotta go... get him something to eat. I'll see you two later."
Sam watched him go, and Fraiser came over to the door as well. The two of them watched as Daniel and Jack scurried away, looking back over their shoulders occasionally as if to make sure they weren't being followed.
"What was that all about?" Carter asked.
Fraiser threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "I don't have a clue, Sam. I'd say your boyfriend hit his head a little harder than we first thought, except that he always acts like that."
~*~
"Do you know how mad she would have been at us?" Daniel asked as they turned the corner and he fished Jaffer out of his shirt and handed the puppy over to Jack.
"Oh yeah." Jack took Jaffer and held him up, checking him out and making sure that he hadn't taken any harm being stuffed into Daniel's shirt. Jaffer looked positively rumpled, but the eyes were grinning happily, and Jack couldn't help but grin back.
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing," Jack assured him. "But we might want to avoid the infirmary for a while."
Yeah, it didn't take a genius to figure that one out, Daniel thought.
"Is he dry enough to go outside?"
"How should I know?" Jack pulled Jaffer from the towel and ran his fingers through the black fuzz. The puppy squirmed, but it wasn't the 'put me down I don't like being held like this' squirming. It was just his way of telling Jack he was enjoying this game. "He should be okay."
"You can always put him in your shirt."
"True."
"Relax, Daniel. You heard Hammond. We're supposed to get him cleaned off and dried off before we go get him a leash."
"He didn't say anything about doing the cleaning in the infirmary sink."
The two of them had snuck Jaffer into the infirmary after making sure that Fraiser was nowhere to be seen.
"He won't fit in the sinks in the bathrooms or the locker room, and we can't clean a dog in the kitchen sinks. It wouldn't be sanitary." Jack said, reasonably. "That leaves this one."
"Uh huh. You realize Janet will kill all three of us if she catches us?"
"We're done. Hand me a towel."
It hadn't taken all that much to rinse the coffee out of the jet-black fur. Luckily, Hammond wasn't a cream and sugar kind of guy, so it wasn't a sticky mess, and Jaffer didn't seem to have taken any lasting harm from having the hot coffee spilled on him. Jack couldn't see any red skin that might signify a burn, but he thought he might have it checked later, anyways. Better safe than sorry when it came to Jaffer, after all.
Daniel handed Jack one of the big fluffy towels that Fraiser and her medical staff used for drying their hands after washing them before surgeries, and O'Neill picked Jaffer out of the sink and wrapped him in it and started drying him off.
"Rinse the sink out, Dani-"
"What are you two doing in here?"
Both of them froze when they heard Fraiser's voice behind them, and they looked over at each other. Jack bundled Jaffer completely up in the towel and handed him over to Daniel, then turned and stepped slightly in front of the archeologist as Daniel turned around, too, hiding the evidence.
"Colonel?" Fraiser was obviously waiting for an answer, and was looking at the two of them suspiciously. Of course, they both had identical guilty looks on their faces, which didn't help.
"Um..." Jack took a quick step forward, taking Fraiser's elbow and turning her slightly away from Daniel. "My head is hurting a little, so I... thought I'd get another ice pack."
"In my sink?" Fraiser wasn't buying that.
"My hands were dirty."
Daniel had opened his shirt and stuffed the towel-wrapped puppy inside, with only the little black nose sticking out, and had headed for the door. Jaffer didn't appreciate the sudden close quarters, or being treated like a piece of baggage and was squirming inside the archeologist's shirt, emitting a high-pitched growl that caught Janet's attention.
"What was that?" She asked, looking at Daniel's retreating back.
"He's probably just hungry," Jack told her. "You know how Daniel is. Never eating, always working."
"Colonel..." Fraiser wasn't enjoying this. She knew something was going on, and wanted to know what it was. There was no way O'Neill was here for an ice pack. Then she realized someone was missing. "Where's Jaffer?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously once more.
"He's around."
"You lost him?"
"Of course not."
"What's going on, Colonel?" It was clear from her tone of voice that she knew he was up to something. Her arms crossed in a manner that told him he'd better come up with something convincing, but Jack didn't have a clue what it could be.
"I can't tell you, Doc."
"Can't?"
"It's better you don't know." Boy, was that a fact! "I'd... better go make sure Daniel gets something to eat." He turned and headed for the door.
"What about your ice pack?"
"I'll come back for it."
"Colonel!"
He almost ran into Sam, who was walking into the infirmary just then, and Carter gestured over her shoulder, obviously confused. "Sir, I just saw Daniel in the hall. Why's he carrying Jaf-?"
"He looks pretty hungry, huh, Carter?" Jack asked, hustling past her. "I've gotta go... get him something to eat. I'll see you two later."
Sam watched him go, and Fraiser came over to the door as well. The two of them watched as Daniel and Jack scurried away, looking back over their shoulders occasionally as if to make sure they weren't being followed.
"What was that all about?" Carter asked.
Fraiser threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "I don't have a clue, Sam. I'd say your boyfriend hit his head a little harder than we first thought, except that he always acts like that."
~*~
"Do you know how mad she would have been at us?" Daniel asked as they turned the corner and he fished Jaffer out of his shirt and handed the puppy over to Jack.
"Oh yeah." Jack took Jaffer and held him up, checking him out and making sure that he hadn't taken any harm being stuffed into Daniel's shirt. Jaffer looked positively rumpled, but the eyes were grinning happily, and Jack couldn't help but grin back.
"What did you tell her?"
"Nothing," Jack assured him. "But we might want to avoid the infirmary for a while."
Yeah, it didn't take a genius to figure that one out, Daniel thought.
"Is he dry enough to go outside?"
"How should I know?" Jack pulled Jaffer from the towel and ran his fingers through the black fuzz. The puppy squirmed, but it wasn't the 'put me down I don't like being held like this' squirming. It was just his way of telling Jack he was enjoying this game. "He should be okay."
"You can always put him in your shirt."
"True."