Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out; it just
took me some time to get over a bad hump of writer's block in the middle of
this chapter. I hope you like what I have so far!
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Tucker: Waking up on her couch, Liz stretched carefully. She walked over to her kitchen and realized that her coffee had gone cold in the night. She knew she needed some way of waking up more before changing.
She took a steaming hot shower and climbed into an old Air Force tee shirt and some jeans. She picked up her dress uniform to drop off at the dry cleaners after this 'surprise'.
Grabbing her jean jacket and purse as she left the house, she carefully looked around to make sure no one was waiting for her. Happy with her findings, she got into her jeep and started driving towards the base.
Hammond:
Everything was ready in the Embarkation Room, and all the officers and non-coms had their dress uniforms on. George paced back and fourth, waiting for her to pop in, reporting for the 'surprise'.
Mr. Mallory was brought to the mountain, and George had him placed in a cell to wait until this was over. Then he would deal with him. Jack said Elizabeth didn't tell him anything, but he understood that she was simply tired. Oh what a surprise this would be for her.
Tucker:
She turned onto the road that would lead straight to the mountain. She thought she saw someone closing in behind her, but ignored it as some speed-devil just out for a joyride.
The winding road seemed to be taking forever to travel along. The car appeared to be getting closer to her. All of the sudden, there was another car ahead of her. She slammed on her breaks, but it was too late.
The clash of metal on metal and person to wheel seemed to be seamless poetry. The airbag helped cushion the blow, but her body was still flung forward against the straps of leather. Groaning, she leaned back slowly and got out of the vehicle.
She looked around, not knowing where to go. Something had gone terribly wrong, and she was in the middle of it. Was the crash her fault? Walking up to the car she had hit, she didn't even notice the other car was undamaged.
Looking inside, she was puzzled. There was no one inside it. Glancing down the hill, there was no one there either, so she started back to her jeep to see if she could get it to work.
Right before she made it back to the door of her navy blue jeep, she heard something behind her. Reaching for her weapon, she spun around to meet a fist.
O'Neill:
Pacing slowly, he knew it was not like Tucker to be late to anything, especially if the general himself had called her. Walking up to Daniel, the other man could easily read his expression.
"I'm worried too, Jack. It's not like Liz to be late", Jackson said, shrugging.
Nodding in agreement, Jack went to speak with the big man himself. Something must be wrong, or else she wouldn't be so late.
"Sir", Jack complained, walking quickly up to General Hammond.
Hammond raised a hand, "I know, Jack, she's late."
"Request permission..." Jack started, but the older man seemed to be on the same track.
"Granted, find out what you can from our guest", Hammond shoed Jack away.
Walking down to the holding cell, the man inside, claiming to be Michael Mallory of some news organization, was sipping on some water.
Jack walked up to the water and snatched it from his hands, "Spill it."
Shaking some water off of his hands, Mallory sighed, "It looks like you already did."
"Where is she?" Jack demanded.
He was going to get answers from this...newscaster. Why had there been shooting the night before? Why had Mallory looked so frightened? Why in the world would Tucker request backup at her house in the middle of the night? There was definitely something to this story that this guy wasn't letting on to, and Jack was going to find out what it was directly from the horse's mouth.
***
Tucker: Waking up on her couch, Liz stretched carefully. She walked over to her kitchen and realized that her coffee had gone cold in the night. She knew she needed some way of waking up more before changing.
She took a steaming hot shower and climbed into an old Air Force tee shirt and some jeans. She picked up her dress uniform to drop off at the dry cleaners after this 'surprise'.
Grabbing her jean jacket and purse as she left the house, she carefully looked around to make sure no one was waiting for her. Happy with her findings, she got into her jeep and started driving towards the base.
Hammond:
Everything was ready in the Embarkation Room, and all the officers and non-coms had their dress uniforms on. George paced back and fourth, waiting for her to pop in, reporting for the 'surprise'.
Mr. Mallory was brought to the mountain, and George had him placed in a cell to wait until this was over. Then he would deal with him. Jack said Elizabeth didn't tell him anything, but he understood that she was simply tired. Oh what a surprise this would be for her.
Tucker:
She turned onto the road that would lead straight to the mountain. She thought she saw someone closing in behind her, but ignored it as some speed-devil just out for a joyride.
The winding road seemed to be taking forever to travel along. The car appeared to be getting closer to her. All of the sudden, there was another car ahead of her. She slammed on her breaks, but it was too late.
The clash of metal on metal and person to wheel seemed to be seamless poetry. The airbag helped cushion the blow, but her body was still flung forward against the straps of leather. Groaning, she leaned back slowly and got out of the vehicle.
She looked around, not knowing where to go. Something had gone terribly wrong, and she was in the middle of it. Was the crash her fault? Walking up to the car she had hit, she didn't even notice the other car was undamaged.
Looking inside, she was puzzled. There was no one inside it. Glancing down the hill, there was no one there either, so she started back to her jeep to see if she could get it to work.
Right before she made it back to the door of her navy blue jeep, she heard something behind her. Reaching for her weapon, she spun around to meet a fist.
O'Neill:
Pacing slowly, he knew it was not like Tucker to be late to anything, especially if the general himself had called her. Walking up to Daniel, the other man could easily read his expression.
"I'm worried too, Jack. It's not like Liz to be late", Jackson said, shrugging.
Nodding in agreement, Jack went to speak with the big man himself. Something must be wrong, or else she wouldn't be so late.
"Sir", Jack complained, walking quickly up to General Hammond.
Hammond raised a hand, "I know, Jack, she's late."
"Request permission..." Jack started, but the older man seemed to be on the same track.
"Granted, find out what you can from our guest", Hammond shoed Jack away.
Walking down to the holding cell, the man inside, claiming to be Michael Mallory of some news organization, was sipping on some water.
Jack walked up to the water and snatched it from his hands, "Spill it."
Shaking some water off of his hands, Mallory sighed, "It looks like you already did."
"Where is she?" Jack demanded.
He was going to get answers from this...newscaster. Why had there been shooting the night before? Why had Mallory looked so frightened? Why in the world would Tucker request backup at her house in the middle of the night? There was definitely something to this story that this guy wasn't letting on to, and Jack was going to find out what it was directly from the horse's mouth.