"Doc?"
Janet sighed.
"Yes. I'm banned from returning." She scowled. "Not that I'd want to go back, anyways."
Boy, didn't he just know that?
"We're banned, too." Jack told her. No sense rubbing that in, after all.
"All of you?"
"Yeah."
"So?"
Jack looked from the road over to her. "So?"
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
He sighed.
Sensing that this was her very best chance to get the story out of him, Janet pounced.
"Come on. It's not like I can laugh at you. You already know what happened to me."
"Is that why you did it?" He asked.
"Of course not."
She looked offended that he'd even suggest such a thing, but Jack was tired, and he wasn't exactly at his diplomatic best. Which, in truth, wasn't all that great at the best of times.
"So, are you going to tell me?"
They stopped at a red light, and Jack sighed. "Make me a cup of coffee and I'll tell you at least what happened to Daniel and me. No promises about the others."
She nodded.
.................
"He hit on Daniel?"
Jack nodded; taking a sip of the coffee she'd handed him only a few minutes before.
"Yup."
"Was he cute?"
"What?"
"The guy that hit on him? Was he cute?"
Jack closed his eyes, tiredly. "I don't know, Doc. He wasn't exactly my type..."
"What'd he look like?"
"Like a guy with a jealous boyfriend whose ass I ended up kicking because he sucker punched Daniel."
"Really?" That wasn't a big surprise when she thought it through as he told her the rest of the story over the next few minutes. Of course he beat the guy up. For that matter, the bartender was lucky Jack hadn't been handy when he'd hit on Janet, since she knew that O'Neill would have jumped to her defense as well.
................
"I'd better get home." It was late, and Jack was tired. Janet was, too, and she needed to get some sleep.
"Are you okay to drive home?" He'd looked beat when he came to the police station, and it didn't look like the coffee had woken him up at all.
Jack shrugged. "I'm fine." He stood up and gave her a tired smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Will you tell me what happened to the others in the morning?" She asked.
"Probably not."
"But-"
"It's not my place to tell you, Janet," He told her. It was a sign of how tired he was that he called her by name. "The others have to tell you."
"You'd better stay here tonight, Colonel," Fraiser said, reaching over and taking his keys from him. "I think you're too tired to drive home."
"I'm fine, Doc."
"You're beat. And I'm not going to risk you getting into a wreck falling asleep at the wheel on the way home. You can sleep on the couch."
He sat down. Another sign that he was tired. He didn't even argue with her.
"I don't talk in my sleep."
"What?"
"I said, I don't talk in my sleep. So don't try and interrogate me while I'm sleeping."
Janet grinned. The thought hadn't even occurred to her.
"I'll try to resist."
She went into the hall, opened a closet and pulled out a couple of blankets and brought them over. Jack had already taken off his shoes, and stretched out, using one of the couch cushions as a pillow. Janet was glad she'd made the call, because he never would have made it home, she was sure.
"And no kissing me goodnight..." He mumbled.
"Yes, Sir," Fraiser grinned, wondering if he was even aware of what was going on around him. She covered him up and tucked the blankets warmly around him, figuring she owed him at least that much since she was the reason he'd been pulled out of bed.
He mumbled something incoherent, and Fraiser shook her head. He was out. She turned off the light, and went to bed.
...............
Jack woke up when he felt someone sprawl on him, and whisper his name.
"Jack?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you doing here?"
He opened his eyes. Cassandra was stretched out on him, her eyes twinkling with good health and good humor as she looked down at him.
"Cassie?"
She smiled, and hugged him. Something he never got at home when he woke up. It made getting forced out of bed in the middle of the night worth it.
"Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning."
"I thought you went home?"
"I came back."
"Mom's making breakfast soon. Are you going to stay?"
"What time is it?"
"Morning."
"It's 5:30, Colonel."
Jack turned his head at the new voice and saw Fraiser walking down the hall. She looked like she just woke up, too, and O'Neill looked at Cassie, giving her a mock glare.
"Why are you waking me up at 5:30?"
"Because it's time to wake up." She grinned and rolled off the couch, and him, and stood up. "Breakfast soon. Are you staying?"
"No, I'd better get home." He'd only been sleeping for a few hours, and was still tired, but he wasn't as tired as he'd been the night before. He sat up.
"You're welcome to stay for breakfast, Colonel." Fraiser told him, smiling.
Jack rubbed his face, tiredly, and shook his head again. God only knew what information she'd get out of him if she actually fed him something. Look what he'd told her for a cup of coffee, after all!
"I'm going to go home. And go back to bed."
"We have a briefing at 10:00."
"I'm going back to bed." He repeated.
"Tell me what happened to Teal'c, and I'll tell the General you're sick and let you have the day off."
"If you don't tell the General I'm sick and get me the day off, I'll tell Hammond what happened last night." Jack countered.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would."
Yeah. He would, and she knew it. Fraiser scowled.
"Fine. Go home. Go to bed. I'll tell Hammond you're sick."
She wasn't going to get anything else from him, and she knew it. Not that day anyways, and not with him knowing what had happened the night before. Janet would have to wait for another time, and another place, and maybe a different source of information. One that didn't have his own information about her to hang over her head every time she tried to get him to talk.
She was patient, though, and knew eventually she'd find out what happened to Teal'c and what happened with Hammond and Carter. It would just take longer. No problem. Well... hopefully. She'd find out.
The end
Janet sighed.
"Yes. I'm banned from returning." She scowled. "Not that I'd want to go back, anyways."
Boy, didn't he just know that?
"We're banned, too." Jack told her. No sense rubbing that in, after all.
"All of you?"
"Yeah."
"So?"
Jack looked from the road over to her. "So?"
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
He sighed.
Sensing that this was her very best chance to get the story out of him, Janet pounced.
"Come on. It's not like I can laugh at you. You already know what happened to me."
"Is that why you did it?" He asked.
"Of course not."
She looked offended that he'd even suggest such a thing, but Jack was tired, and he wasn't exactly at his diplomatic best. Which, in truth, wasn't all that great at the best of times.
"So, are you going to tell me?"
They stopped at a red light, and Jack sighed. "Make me a cup of coffee and I'll tell you at least what happened to Daniel and me. No promises about the others."
She nodded.
.................
"He hit on Daniel?"
Jack nodded; taking a sip of the coffee she'd handed him only a few minutes before.
"Yup."
"Was he cute?"
"What?"
"The guy that hit on him? Was he cute?"
Jack closed his eyes, tiredly. "I don't know, Doc. He wasn't exactly my type..."
"What'd he look like?"
"Like a guy with a jealous boyfriend whose ass I ended up kicking because he sucker punched Daniel."
"Really?" That wasn't a big surprise when she thought it through as he told her the rest of the story over the next few minutes. Of course he beat the guy up. For that matter, the bartender was lucky Jack hadn't been handy when he'd hit on Janet, since she knew that O'Neill would have jumped to her defense as well.
................
"I'd better get home." It was late, and Jack was tired. Janet was, too, and she needed to get some sleep.
"Are you okay to drive home?" He'd looked beat when he came to the police station, and it didn't look like the coffee had woken him up at all.
Jack shrugged. "I'm fine." He stood up and gave her a tired smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Will you tell me what happened to the others in the morning?" She asked.
"Probably not."
"But-"
"It's not my place to tell you, Janet," He told her. It was a sign of how tired he was that he called her by name. "The others have to tell you."
"You'd better stay here tonight, Colonel," Fraiser said, reaching over and taking his keys from him. "I think you're too tired to drive home."
"I'm fine, Doc."
"You're beat. And I'm not going to risk you getting into a wreck falling asleep at the wheel on the way home. You can sleep on the couch."
He sat down. Another sign that he was tired. He didn't even argue with her.
"I don't talk in my sleep."
"What?"
"I said, I don't talk in my sleep. So don't try and interrogate me while I'm sleeping."
Janet grinned. The thought hadn't even occurred to her.
"I'll try to resist."
She went into the hall, opened a closet and pulled out a couple of blankets and brought them over. Jack had already taken off his shoes, and stretched out, using one of the couch cushions as a pillow. Janet was glad she'd made the call, because he never would have made it home, she was sure.
"And no kissing me goodnight..." He mumbled.
"Yes, Sir," Fraiser grinned, wondering if he was even aware of what was going on around him. She covered him up and tucked the blankets warmly around him, figuring she owed him at least that much since she was the reason he'd been pulled out of bed.
He mumbled something incoherent, and Fraiser shook her head. He was out. She turned off the light, and went to bed.
...............
Jack woke up when he felt someone sprawl on him, and whisper his name.
"Jack?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are you doing here?"
He opened his eyes. Cassandra was stretched out on him, her eyes twinkling with good health and good humor as she looked down at him.
"Cassie?"
She smiled, and hugged him. Something he never got at home when he woke up. It made getting forced out of bed in the middle of the night worth it.
"Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning."
"I thought you went home?"
"I came back."
"Mom's making breakfast soon. Are you going to stay?"
"What time is it?"
"Morning."
"It's 5:30, Colonel."
Jack turned his head at the new voice and saw Fraiser walking down the hall. She looked like she just woke up, too, and O'Neill looked at Cassie, giving her a mock glare.
"Why are you waking me up at 5:30?"
"Because it's time to wake up." She grinned and rolled off the couch, and him, and stood up. "Breakfast soon. Are you staying?"
"No, I'd better get home." He'd only been sleeping for a few hours, and was still tired, but he wasn't as tired as he'd been the night before. He sat up.
"You're welcome to stay for breakfast, Colonel." Fraiser told him, smiling.
Jack rubbed his face, tiredly, and shook his head again. God only knew what information she'd get out of him if she actually fed him something. Look what he'd told her for a cup of coffee, after all!
"I'm going to go home. And go back to bed."
"We have a briefing at 10:00."
"I'm going back to bed." He repeated.
"Tell me what happened to Teal'c, and I'll tell the General you're sick and let you have the day off."
"If you don't tell the General I'm sick and get me the day off, I'll tell Hammond what happened last night." Jack countered.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would."
Yeah. He would, and she knew it. Fraiser scowled.
"Fine. Go home. Go to bed. I'll tell Hammond you're sick."
She wasn't going to get anything else from him, and she knew it. Not that day anyways, and not with him knowing what had happened the night before. Janet would have to wait for another time, and another place, and maybe a different source of information. One that didn't have his own information about her to hang over her head every time she tried to get him to talk.
She was patient, though, and knew eventually she'd find out what happened to Teal'c and what happened with Hammond and Carter. It would just take longer. No problem. Well... hopefully. She'd find out.
The end