Author's Note: I hope you like my story. I can tell you now, this one is
going to be good, and the next one great!
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Tucker:
After playing war for awhile and winning, Liz went back home. It was late and she ate a frozen meal for supper. As she was changing into a long t-shirt for bed, someone knocked on her door.
Walking into her living room towards her door, she opened it. Her head dropped as she saw who it was.
"Mr. Mallory, I already told you once, I don't want any. Please just leave me alone or I will contact the authorities." She almost ordered.
His head dropped slightly, "Lt. Tucker, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. Please allow me to speak with you."
Not wanting to talk with reporters, she figured she'd let this one in and maybe he'd go away. Moving back, she let him inside and they sat in her living room.
She didn't want to drag this out, "Spill it."
Shifting, he looked up at her, "The NID has been up to no good lately."
~What else is new? ~ She thought silently, trying to appear like she had no idea of whom he meant; "Now look, if you're going to waste my time, you know where the door is."
"I know you know who I mean, ma'am. They have another operative within the SGC", He looked around cautiously.
She shook her head, "I have no idea who you are talking about, Mr. Mallory, now please leave my home if you do not have anything pressing to say to me."
He persisted, "This operative has been going through the Stargate with teams under Major General Hammond's command. He's bringing things and information back to the NID."
She rolled her eyes, "Even if I was supposed to believe any of this, why you are telling me? Can you tell me who this supposed 'mole' is with whatever a SGC and a NID are?"
"No, ma'am," he paused, looking down, "my people don't know who the leak is yet. I was hoping that you could secretly look for them yourself."
"Look, buddy, I don't know what you are talking about, or what you mean. I don't really care for you being in my house and rambling on like that. Now please get out!" She stood pointing towards the door.
As he walked over to the door and opened it, a shot just barely missed him. She pulled him back into the house and grabbed her Beretta.
"Did anyone follow you here?" She asked, peeking through the blinds.
He shook his head, "I don't think so. Not unless the NID have been following me to take me out."
She grabbed his hand and took a pen out of his pocket, "Stay here," she paused, finishing a telephone number and giving him the pen back, "call this number on a cell phone. They might have tapped the lines. Tell whoever answers what you have told me and tell them the Lt. Tucker has gone after them; also request backup at my house."
He nodded silently and looked at his hand. Pulling out his cell phone slowly, he glanced up at her briefly.
"Hurry it up", she walked out, crouching down.
O'Neill:
Pulling up outside of Tucker's house, he heard shots ring out. She had forgotten her seven layer salad bowl, and he was bringing it back to her.
Stepping out of his vehicle a block away, he pulled his Beretta and went to see what was going on. He could see someone come out of Tucker's door, but he could see much more once they shut the door.
He aimed carefully and was ready to shoot anything that moved. Suddenly, though, there were sirens of a police car driving by and the people outside of his team member's house sped off in their vehicles.
Walking back to his vehicle, he stuffed his gun away and grabbed the bowl. He then proceeded into the house to see if she was alright.
Mallory:
He had been too frightened to actually dial the number Lt. Tucker had entrusted him with. He just sat there with the cell phone in one hand, and the other covered in ink.
He heard the door open again and he ducked behind the couch.
"Mallory, get out here. They were scared off", the lieutenant announced.
Coming from around the couch, he breathed a sigh of relief that she was alright. But then, a dark shadowy figure approached her steps and he hid again.
"Tucker, are you in there?" The shadow called.
"Yes, sir, come on in, the door's open." She called back, walking over to the cowering Mallory.
Col. O'Neill walked in and Michael immediately recognized him from his records, "I brought your salad back, sorry if I interrupted anything."
She pointed at the counter as she sat down slowly on her couch, "Thank you sir. Can you please have Hammond put a guard on my house and take this man to a secure location so I can sleep without being shot at?"
Raising an eyebrow, O'Neill turned, "Umm, sure lieutenant."
"Don't ask until morning, sir. I'll explain everything then", she told her superior.
He nodded and escorted Mallory away, allowing Tucker to fall asleep at last.
***
Tucker:
After playing war for awhile and winning, Liz went back home. It was late and she ate a frozen meal for supper. As she was changing into a long t-shirt for bed, someone knocked on her door.
Walking into her living room towards her door, she opened it. Her head dropped as she saw who it was.
"Mr. Mallory, I already told you once, I don't want any. Please just leave me alone or I will contact the authorities." She almost ordered.
His head dropped slightly, "Lt. Tucker, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. Please allow me to speak with you."
Not wanting to talk with reporters, she figured she'd let this one in and maybe he'd go away. Moving back, she let him inside and they sat in her living room.
She didn't want to drag this out, "Spill it."
Shifting, he looked up at her, "The NID has been up to no good lately."
~What else is new? ~ She thought silently, trying to appear like she had no idea of whom he meant; "Now look, if you're going to waste my time, you know where the door is."
"I know you know who I mean, ma'am. They have another operative within the SGC", He looked around cautiously.
She shook her head, "I have no idea who you are talking about, Mr. Mallory, now please leave my home if you do not have anything pressing to say to me."
He persisted, "This operative has been going through the Stargate with teams under Major General Hammond's command. He's bringing things and information back to the NID."
She rolled her eyes, "Even if I was supposed to believe any of this, why you are telling me? Can you tell me who this supposed 'mole' is with whatever a SGC and a NID are?"
"No, ma'am," he paused, looking down, "my people don't know who the leak is yet. I was hoping that you could secretly look for them yourself."
"Look, buddy, I don't know what you are talking about, or what you mean. I don't really care for you being in my house and rambling on like that. Now please get out!" She stood pointing towards the door.
As he walked over to the door and opened it, a shot just barely missed him. She pulled him back into the house and grabbed her Beretta.
"Did anyone follow you here?" She asked, peeking through the blinds.
He shook his head, "I don't think so. Not unless the NID have been following me to take me out."
She grabbed his hand and took a pen out of his pocket, "Stay here," she paused, finishing a telephone number and giving him the pen back, "call this number on a cell phone. They might have tapped the lines. Tell whoever answers what you have told me and tell them the Lt. Tucker has gone after them; also request backup at my house."
He nodded silently and looked at his hand. Pulling out his cell phone slowly, he glanced up at her briefly.
"Hurry it up", she walked out, crouching down.
O'Neill:
Pulling up outside of Tucker's house, he heard shots ring out. She had forgotten her seven layer salad bowl, and he was bringing it back to her.
Stepping out of his vehicle a block away, he pulled his Beretta and went to see what was going on. He could see someone come out of Tucker's door, but he could see much more once they shut the door.
He aimed carefully and was ready to shoot anything that moved. Suddenly, though, there were sirens of a police car driving by and the people outside of his team member's house sped off in their vehicles.
Walking back to his vehicle, he stuffed his gun away and grabbed the bowl. He then proceeded into the house to see if she was alright.
Mallory:
He had been too frightened to actually dial the number Lt. Tucker had entrusted him with. He just sat there with the cell phone in one hand, and the other covered in ink.
He heard the door open again and he ducked behind the couch.
"Mallory, get out here. They were scared off", the lieutenant announced.
Coming from around the couch, he breathed a sigh of relief that she was alright. But then, a dark shadowy figure approached her steps and he hid again.
"Tucker, are you in there?" The shadow called.
"Yes, sir, come on in, the door's open." She called back, walking over to the cowering Mallory.
Col. O'Neill walked in and Michael immediately recognized him from his records, "I brought your salad back, sorry if I interrupted anything."
She pointed at the counter as she sat down slowly on her couch, "Thank you sir. Can you please have Hammond put a guard on my house and take this man to a secure location so I can sleep without being shot at?"
Raising an eyebrow, O'Neill turned, "Umm, sure lieutenant."
"Don't ask until morning, sir. I'll explain everything then", she told her superior.
He nodded and escorted Mallory away, allowing Tucker to fall asleep at last.