When the trio had reached General Hammond's office, Colonel O'Neill stepped around "Melissa Jones" so that he could enter the office first. Taking his usual place against the wall, he said, "George, this better be good because I don't take kindly to people breaking into my office and then hitting my face." He paused. "Twice."

Following the Colonel's lead, "Miss Jones" stepped into the office and stood against the opposite wall.

"I don't take kindly to being roughed up against the wall," she responded. A slow, seductive smile crossed her lips. "At least not in the workplace." Colonel O'Neill visibly perked up.

"Oh really? Nice to know," he said while grinning. For the first time, he took a good look at the intruder and he liked what he saw. Suddenly, he remembered he was supposed to be angry with her and went back to scowling.

"You still haven't explained what you were doing in my office, "Missy", and until you do, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"First of all, my name isn't "Missy", its Shannon." She removed the fake badge and tossed it on the desk. "Second, not letting me out of your sight is certainly going to make bathing interesting." She glared at him.

Jack glared back. "Shannon What? 'Cause right now, I can come up with a couple of last names that I guarantee that you won't like." He smirked. "And don't worry about the bathing arrangements. I'm sure I won't mind."

"Oh, I'm sure I've been called worse," she said wryly. "In several different languages." She cocked her head to the side. "From what I know of you, however, vocabulary doesn't rank high on your list of skills." Shannon sighed. "Since I know you're just worried about your team, I'll oblige."

Smiling sweetly, she held out her hand. "Shannon Weiss, CIA."

Jack looked at the offered hand like it was a snake. He looked over at Hammond and caught the older man's stare. Reaching over, he grasped Shannon's hand and squeezed as hard as he could.

"CIA, huh? To what do we owe the pleasure?" He didn't bother keeping the disdain out of his voice. Shannon didn't flinch. Squeezing back, she gave the standard line.

"The CIA is interested in the alliances you have made in the past and will make in the future. Of course, they are also interested in the weaponry you seem to find laying about the universe." The Colonel was not impressed.

"And let me guess," he remarked snidely. "You want us to just hand it over to you, along with complete control of the Stargate." Shannon snorted.

"Colonel, no one on my end wants the Gate, so slow your roll right there. As for the weapons, yes. We want to make our own, using yours as models." Trying to catch Jack's eye was proving difficult as he was staring at her legs again. She snapped her fingers.

"Colonel," she said sharply, "I'm up here."

Jack had missed everything she had said. Turning to General Hammond, Jack made a suggestion.

"Considering her apparel isn't appropriate, General, do you mind if I take her down to Supply and get her a pair of BDU's?" The hopeful look on Jack's face appealed to the softer side of Hammond.

"Yes, Colonel. Take Agent Weiss to The Closet." It was apparent that Jack would be unable to concentrate as long as Shannon's skirt swung four inches above her knees. "Dismissed until 1500 hours."

Jack grabbed Shannon's hand and steered her out of Hammond's office and down the hall.

After retrieving a set of size six women's BDU's, Jack led Shannon to the nearest woman's restroom.

"I'd take you to the locker rooms, but you being new and not official...," he shrugged. "Plus, the fact that people keep personal items in there...." He trailed off. Shannon rolled her eyes and stepped through the door.

Less than five minutes later, she reappeared, adjusting the jacket over her t-shirt. "Okay, Colonel, where to?"

Jack looked her up and down. Damn, she even looks good in BDU's Looking hopeful, he responded with one word.

"Pie?"