"Teal'c?"

The Jaffa came over to stand close by, his looming form drawing Nathan's attention from Kinsey for a moment – it was hard to ignore someone that big, after all, and even more Nathan Brooks had always been good at spotting fellow warriors, and there was no doubt this guy was a warrior – not as easily as he carried himself. And judging by the way Kinsey looked at him, the Senator knew he was dangerous and was apparently expecting O'Neill to order Teal'c to rip his arms off or something. As it turned out, O'Neill didn't have anything of the sort in mind.

"Take Major Clay down to the basement and lock him in one of the cells for me." Jack didn't need the Major anymore at the moment, but he wanted him close at hand in case he did. "When you're done with that, the Senator's car should be out in front, still. Take it and ditch it somewhere – a parking lot downtown or someplace just as populated. Then do me a favor and check in with the others, and let them know everything's fine."

"Do you wish me to return?"

"No. I think Nate and I can handle this alone, and it's probably better that there aren't any witnesses..."

Teal'c nodded; O'Neill had shown every sign of softening a bit in the last few years, but it were moments like these that reminded the Jaffa that underneath that new family man exterior was a volcano waiting to explode when events warranted it – such as now – and the man could show a ruthlessness that was unequaled by any system lord the Jaffa had ever met or heard of.

"Shall I take the boy with me?"

Jack looked over at Brooks.

"Nate?"

Nathan was torn. He knew that this place was no place for Ian to be, but he also preferred to have his volatile son close at hand – a phone call in the middle of the night telling you your son is missing will turn even the hardest of men into a clinging father, after all. Common sense won out.

"That's not a bad idea," Brooks said. "If he gives you any trouble, pick him up and carry him out."

"I will have no trouble with him."

That was almost a definite. Ian was a lot of things, but if he was dumb enough to take on Teal'c then the young man definitely had no business being at the Air Force academy. Add in the yellow lab that was more than capable of tackling and subduing larger men than the cadet, and Jack was certain Ian would do whatever Teal'c told him. So was Teal'c.

The Jaffa turned to Clay and gestured for him to lead the way out of the room. More than happy to be going anywhere but where he was just then, Major Clay went immediately, not giving any reason for the Jaffa to hurt him, or even tell him to move faster. They headed down the stairs, and found Ian standing at the bottom of them, watching. The cadet moved out of the way when the Major reached the bottom of the stairs, and followed as Teal'c ushered him into one of the cells.

"What's going on up there?" Ian asked Teal'c as the Jaffa closed the cell door, then tugged on it to be certain it was locked.

"Your father and O'Neill are initiating their intimidation of Senator Kinsey."

"Good cop, Bad cop?" Ian asked.

Because of his association with O'Neill, Teal'c understood the reference where he might not have before.

"More like Bad cop, Bad cop."

Ian grinned, despite the seriousness of the situation. He could definitely see his father in that role, and it didn't take much imagination to picture Colonel O'Neill doing it, too.

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked.

"You are to accompany me." Teal'c said, giving Clay a final, sinister glare before heading for the stairway.

"What? Where are we going?"

"To take care of Senator Kinsey's automobile. O'Neill wishes it to be parked elsewhere – most likely so it can not be traced to this location."

"I'm supposed to go? Why?"

Teal'c turned, catching the beginning of what might be an argument from the cadet and ready to quell that instantly. He'd seen the cadet argue with O'Neill and his father; he wasn't going to let him argue with him.

"You are to come because it is what you are told to do, and you will do it without giving me any problems, or I will take matters into my own hands and make you come."

Ian paled just a little at the thinly veiled threat, and nodded – there was no way he was going to say no after that.

"Okay."

Teal'c turned his head in time to hide the satisfied smirk, and with Ian right behind him, the Jaffa headed out the back door of the house. After all, Kinsey and his captors blocked the front door, and Teal'c didn't want their leaving to be a distraction.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

They waited until they heard the sound of the car pulling out – after hearing two car doors slam – and then turned their full attention to Kinsey, who was starting shake from the nonstop tension of the last ten minute of being held at gunpoint as he'd been.

"This room is a little open for my liking, Jack," Brooks said. "Let's take him to the den."

O'Neill nodded, and grabbed Kinsey by the back of the neck and jerked him towards the right door.

"Please!" Kinsey shouted, falling to the floor and trying to huddle there. "Don't-"

"Get up you miserable piece of shit," Brooks told him, his voice still soft.

Jack reached down and grabbed him once more by the collar, easily pulling him to his feet, and he pushed him hard towards the door. The Senator stumbled and fell into the open door, and blanched when he saw the chair and the ropes that he assumed were waiting for him. (Actually they were what Jack had tied Clay up with, and had been left there when Teal'c had untied him)

"You can't do this!"

"Of course I can," Jack told him. "What's more; even if we get caught, there's not a Court in the land that will convict either of us – because we'll claim we were temporarily insane."

"Having your son kidnapped will do that to a man," Brooks agreed, reaching down and pulling Kinsey upright just as easily as Jack had a moment before. "I'm feeling pretty insane, myself."

"I didn't kidnap them! Major Clay did! It was his idea!"

Jack had had enough. He hit Kinsey as hard as he could, right in the kidney, and Kinsey doubled over in Nathan Brooks' grip.

"You lying Sonofabitch. I was there when you called, Kinsey. I heard what you had planned for them. You'd have been smarter to come after me, Bob, because I probably would have let you live after I beat the shit out of you."