Pt. 4
A/N: Okay, weird title, but I'm not from Colorado and the 'Times' (The New York Times) is a NY newspaper but, please, bear with me.
Never Really Liked The Times
Sam's POV
"Hiya." Daniel greets as he slowly enters the room.
"Hey," I say wearily.
Daniel takes a seat by the foot of my bed and asks, "So, feeling… how?"
I take a slight pause before answering. 'Besides the fact that my, CO no, my best friend, is dead, and my suppose – to – be fiancée isn't here to help me cope...'
"I'm fine." I say with a smile that seemed to make Daniel twitch.
"Oh, alright then,"
Silence
"I think I'll see if Cassy or Jan wanna grab a bit to eat." When I didn't say anything, he got up to leave the room and asked if I wanted to come along.
"No I'm fine, really." I knew he didn't believe me but I didn't acknowledge it.
Just before he left, I asked, "Do you have today's paper?" Strangely, that stopped him in his tracks.
"Er… yeah… um…" He said nervously. "…why do you ask?"
I gave him a curious look. "I was wondering if I could borrow it."
Daniel was hesitant but handed me the paper anyway.
"Thanks." I said as he handed me it. I had a sly smile on my face as he went to go get Janet and Cassy. The headline read… "Cop Killed On Duty." Curiosity filling my mind, I started to read the article.
"Early this morning, around 1:30 am, a robbery took place a CS National Bank in Denver, Colorado. Police at the Denver Establishment of New Cops were called on duty to help out."
'Okay…' I thought, and was starting to worryfor some reason, the name of the convention or meeting sounded vaguely familiar.
"As police arrived on the scene, they ended up with a car chase all the way up to route 45, around Exit A23…"
'Isn't that where…' My thoughts ended.
"Apparently, the robbers were on the opposite lane, swiftly dodging traffic. Lieutenant Pete Shanahan had also ended up on the same lane. Unfortunately for the Lieutenant, he collided with Colonel 'Jack' O'Neill, fatally wounding him beyond help.
As for the Colonel, he is in stable condition at Memorial Hospital outside of the Cheyenne Mountain Complex…"
"Oh god." I choked on a sob as I gazed at a picture of the wreckage. Jack's dark green truck was burned, with broken windows and one of the doors hung loosely on the vehicle. On Pete's SUV, I could see broken glass, and a smashed front with some dents on the sides probably from gunfire.
The newspaper dropped out of my shakey hands. I couldn't believe that he was alive, I just couldn't. So I did what any sensible person would do;
I went to him.
A/N:
wwwednesday: I had a feeling that it might be too obvious…
Serendipity3295: Thank you, hope you like this chapter.
mimi: Thank you.
stargate-fan: Nope, ain't eva gonna kill off Jack.
