"You want a cup of coffee?"

Jack scowled, looking up at Sam who had come over and leaned over the back of the sofa so she could look down at him. He was stretched out with his leg propped up – something that wasn't necessary, but Fraiser and Sam both insisted – holding Jake and ignoring the way his son was gnawing on his neck.

"I want to get up."

Sam smiled, leaning way over and brushing a kiss against his forehead.

"Too bad. You're supposed to stay off your leg for another day – or I'll have Janet come and take you back to the infirmary."

"Cruel woman."

"Don't forget it."

"How-"

He was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone, and reached down without looking to pick the phone up from the floor where he'd left it, one hand holding Jake in place.

"O'Neill."

"Colonel Jack O'Neill?"

The voice wasn't one he knew, and Jack frowned.

"Depends…"

"This is Lieutenant Adrian Morales, Colonel O'Neill."

"Military Lieutenant?" Jack asked, interrupting.

"No, sir. I'm with the Colorado Springs Police Department."

Jack frowned and sat up, and Sam, realizing that something was going on, reached for Jacob so Jack would have more mobility.

"What can I do for you, Lieutenant?"

"I'm calling about your son, Colonel," Morales said. "Apparently-"

"Shawn?" Jack interrupted. Obviously the other son was in Sam's arms, so it wasn't Jake. "Is he okay?"

Sam frowned.

"He's been shot, Colonel O'-"

"What?" Jack lurched to his feet, his voice sharp with sudden concern, and startling Jake, who started whimpering. Jack himself winced when the motion pulled at the stitches in his thigh, but he ignored that pain.

"He's okay," Morales hastened to assure him. "But we-"

"What happened? Where is he?"

"He, River Hayden and Ian Brooks have all been taken to St. Luke's Medical Center."

"What? River and Ian, too? Are they okay?"

"What's going on, Jack?" Sam asked, trying to soothe Jake but feeling her own stabs of concern.

He held up his hand, a gesture that promised her he'd explain as soon as he knew.

"They're being checked out right now, Colonel, but we're being told they're not in serious danger."

"Were they shot, too?" Jack asked. "What the hell is going on?"

"We're still trying to piece things together, sir. I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than what I already have, but Shawn insisted that we get a hold of you."

"We're on our way."

"We hope to have more information for you when you get here."

They'd better. Jack didn't say it, but he definitely wanted to. He hung up the phone and looked over at Sam, reaching over and taking Jake back to calm both the baby and himself.

"We've got to get to St. Luke's. Shawn's been shot."

"And River and Ian?" Sam had heard him mention them as well.

Jack shrugged, brushing his lips against Jake's cheek.

"Call Janet, will you? Have her meet us there… I'll get Jake ready."

She didn't say anything about the fact that he wasn't supposed to be on his injured leg. She just nodded, and took the phone from him, and Jack carried Jake back down the hall towards the nursery.

OOOOOO

Morales had a problem. Actually, he had several problems. He had a wrecked SUV, several injured people, one kid shot, four men not talking until they could get a hold of a lawyer, one Air Force Academy cadet fairly battered – although he'd been told the kid wasn't as bad as it had first appeared – and one Air Force Academy cadet unconscious for no reason that anyone could tell.

The kid that had been shot hadn't been much help – even though his injury wasn't even close to being life threatening and he'd been able and willing to talk to the police as soon as he'd been patched up a bit. Of course, legally, they couldn't actually ask him all that much since he was a minor, until his guardian or parent arrived, but they were coming. Shawn had told them that he and Brooks had been chasing the suburban, but the kid had admitted that he hadn't even known Hayden was in the SUV until it had crashed, but that Ian had known somehow.

Shawn had assured them Ian hadn't been hurt; had actually seemed mystified about why Brooks was unconscious, but he wasn't the only one, because the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him, either. Which simply added to Morales' problems, because he couldn't call the guy's folks and tell them anything until he had something to tell them, and he couldn't press charges against the kid for speeding through town chasing someone if he'd been chasing someone that had kidnapped someone else. Basically, Morales didn't have a clue what had happened, or what to do about it – and it didn't look like things were going to get any easier on him until the rest of the players involved woke up and started talking. Unless they, too, were going to insist on having lawyers before saying anything.

And then Jack O'Neill arrived at the hospital, and suddenly Morales had even more problems.

OOOOOOOOO

Shawn had been put into a hospital bed, his arm cleaned and bandaged and put into a splint. An IV with mild painkillers and fluids had been started, but he wasn't feeling much pain even before the IV, and he wasn't tired – even though the nurse kept telling him that he should get some rest.

Then the door to the room opened, and Jack came through it, with Sam just behind him, holding Jake.

"Jack…"

O'Neill didn't answer him. He crossed the room – limping, Shawn noticed – and gathered Shawn up into his arms, hugging him tightly for a long time. If Shawn had ever doubted Jack loved him – and he never had – there would have been no doubt then, because he could feel him trembling as he held him tightly, and Shawn felt the sting of tears in his own eyes at the raw emotion he could feel just under the surface of the man holding him.

"I'm okay." He felt he had to assure Jack that everything was all right – even though he was more than willing to hug him back, taking a little comfort from him as well. The events of the day had happened so quickly that he was feeling just a little overwhelmed, and ever since he'd been nine, Jack had been a solid rock for him to lean on when he needed it.

Jack finally pulled away, just enough to drop his arms and give Shawn a quick once over, his eyes taking in the bandaged arm, but also looking for any other injuries he might have missed.

"You're sure?"

Shawn nodded.

"I'm fine. River's hurt, though – and Ian, too, I think – but I'm not sure exactly what happened…"

"Start at the beginning," Jack said. "And tell me what you know."