Seeing the potential for things to go very wrong very quickly, Janet spoke up.

"Wait!"

So used to giving orders that her voice cracked with authority – even though she had none in this particular situation – both officers and Ian all froze, looking at her.

"He's military," she explained. "Ian, show them your ID."

"Hold on," Patterson said as Ian shifted in the seat. The state patrol officer still had his hand on the butt of his gun, but to his credit and training, he hadn't pulled it on them, yet. "You," he gestured to Ian. "Get out of the car, slowly."

Ian scowled, but reached over and opened the door with his left hand, pushing it open as the officer on his side moved out of the way, his own hand close to his weapon as well. Ian unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, stifling a curse when the door swung back and hit his hand. The officer waited to make sure he wasn't going to make a move on him, and then gestured for him to stand at the back of the convertible as he reached in and pulled the Glock out of the glove box.

A moment later Andrew and Janet joined them back there as Patterson escorted them out of the car as well.

"You have a permit for this?" The other officer asked Ian, obviously impressed by the gun.

Ian nodded.

"In my wallet."

"Are you Military, too?" Patterson asked Janet as she watched Ian struggle to get his wallet out of his back pocket with the bandaged hand. The officer eventually ended up pulling it out for him, and handed it to Ian.

"Major Janet Fraiser, United States Air Force," she confirmed.

"Can you prove that?"

"If I had my purse I could."

It wasn't like she slept with her dog tags on at home, after all.

"But you don't have it?"

"No, I left it at home."

"Decided to take a Sunday drive…?"

She scowled at the sarcasm – as did Ian, who had just handed his license and weapons permit over to the other officer.

"I'm a doctor," she snapped. "Cadet Brooks here was attacked by a bear and I was sent up to stitch him up and bring him home, since he isn't able to drive with his hand like that."

"Attacked by a bear?" Patterson repeated, looking over at Ian, who scowled.

"I thought you said you cut yourself?" The other officer asked.

"On a sharp bear," Ian said.

"Look at the front of his car," Janet said.

"Look at his chest," Andrew added, speaking up for the first time.

Ian scowled again as both officers turned to look at the front of the car.

"The bear did that too, huh?" Patterson asked.

"The little bears did."

The other officer turned to look at Ian's ID and driver's license, and pulled a little notebook from his pocket and asked Janet her full name, birthday and other pertinent questions while Patterson walked over and checked out the front of the car.

"Bear cubs, huh?"

Ian didn't answer.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

"Hello?"

"Is this Colonel Jack O'Neill?"

Jack frowned. When someone called asking if he was who he was, it could only mean bad news.

"Speaking. Who's this?"

"Officer Michael Patterson, Colorado State Patrol, Colonel. Do you know a Major Janet Fraiser?"

Jack looked over at Sam, who had walked into the room.

"Has something happened to her?"

"Answer the question, please, Colonel."

"Yeah," Jack said, scowling. "I know her."

"What does she do for a living?"

"That's classified."

There was a pause, and Jack decided that something was definitely weird.

"She's a doctor," he added, giving in just a little – mainly because he was getting impatient with the whole mess and wanted to know what was going on.

"How about Ian Brooks?"

Uh oh.

"What did he do?"

"Do you know him?"

"Yes," Jack said, snapping. "And I know Andrew Stephens, who is probably with them. Now what the hell is going on?"

"We just needed to confirm ID on Fraiser, Colonel," Patterson told him. "We pulled her over, but she's not carrying any identification on her."

"They're okay?"

"Yes, sir."

None of them had thought about Janet's need for a driver's license, Jack realized, knowing that she probably hadn't had time to grab it before she'd left. Oops.

"What did you pull her over for?" He asked, giving Sam a slight smile to reassure her, since she had a slightly worried expression on her face.

"Speeding."

His smile broadened.

"Do you need me to send someone for them?"

"No, sir. Thank you for your time."

"Bye."

The line went dead, and Jack hung up the phone, still smiling.

"What was that all about?"

"Old Lead Foot Fraiser got pulled over in Ian's car – apparently without a driver's license."

Sam smiled, shaking her head. She was glad that everyone was okay, and knew that Janet wasn't going to hear the last of this for a long time.

OOOOOOOOOOO

Patterson hung up his cell phone and walked back to the State Patrol car. Janet was sitting in the back seat of it – since she wasn't wearing a coat or sensible shoes, and the officers hadn't wanted to keep her in the cold if they could avoid it. Ian was leaned against the hood of the cruiser while Andrew was sitting on the hood. Patterson's partner was watching all of them, still holding Ian's Glock.

All three of them had been run through the computer in the cruiser and had come out clean – and with the added benefit of having contacted Colonel O'Neill, Patterson was prepared to believe that Fraiser was really who she claimed to be – even though she didn't have any proof of that. While they had the three of them out of the car, the officers had also checked the car for any other weapons or drugs, and had come upon Fraiser's doctor bag – which held enough medical equipment to make them believe that she was a doctor – or a sick-o who liked prescription drugs and long needles and a suture kit.

There hadn't been anything else in the car – just a lot of junk food – and both men came to the conclusion that the crazy story Fraiser had told them was probably true. As odd as it sounded.

"O'Neill vouched for them," Patterson told his partner, opening Janet's door and holding it for her while she got out. "You're free to go, ma'am, but please… don't speed. No matter how much you need to get your patient home – it's better that he makes it home alive."

The last thing Janet wanted just then was a lecture, and Ian could see it in her expression. He wisely hid his own smile, which faded a moment later as the other officer started to tuck the Glock into his leather belt.

"I'll take my gun back," Ian said, holding his hand out. He didn't know if it was an automatic thing or if the guy had been trying to actually get away with stealing it – Ian was never willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, however – but he sure as hell wasn't going to let him get away with it.

Without a word, the officer handed the Glock over, and Ian tucked it into his jeans, and then took back his registration for the car, the gun, his military ID and his driver's license.

Patterson gave his partner an odd look, but a moment later he waved the group towards the convertible.

"Have a nice day."

"Thank you," Janet answered, knowing Ian wasn't going to, although Andrew echoed the sentiment a moment later.

"Let's go," she said, anxious to get back on the road, and glad that nothing worse had happened.