Title: John Doe
Chapter: Fifteen
Disclaimer: See first fourteen chapters.
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The drive to the SGC was quiet; there was no need to talk, so they listened to the radio. The first place she headed to when the actually made it into the mountain was her office, which wasn't very surprising to him. He knew she had ulterior motives. Of course, he missed Danny and T too, but he knew she didn't miss them that much. She could have waited until the end of the day to see them, she wanted to work.
He dropped in on Hammond, to see how things were going. The older, bald man was sitting at his old desk, that familiar exhausted expression on his face. He looked at him, surprised, as he entered.
"Jack?" He asked, "You're on downtime for another couple of days, you know?"
He nodded, "I know. We decided to head home." Shrugging, he sat in a chair in front of his desk. "How have things been?"
"Oh," he sighed, "you know. The usual, nothing new for me. I gotta tell you though, I'm going to be thanking the President for my new position when I get back to Washington, don't get me wrong, I miss being here at the SGC. But, I've gotten use to sleeping."
Jack chuckled, "I understand, George. Who's out now?"
"SG's 4, 7, 10, and 17 are currently off world. SG-9 is gearing up for a mission as we speak." He thought to himself for a moment, "Where's Colonel Carter?"
"Where else?" He questioned. "First place she went was her office, she could be anywhere now though."
The other man laughed, "Well, I should be getting back to work, and you should go find Colonel Carter and finish your downtime. Lord knows that you yourself always told her to leave when she had downtime."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He sighed, "I'm going to find Danny and Teal'c, then I'll make her leave. Have fun, General."
Hammond grinned, "I could say the same to you, General."
Jack eyed him, suspicion creeping in. Did he know? Was that even possible? No, he couldn't, they hadn't talked to anybody since ... but, that look. Finally, he stood from the chair and left the room, headed for her office. There was no way he could know, he told himself, nobody knew. But that look ... he shook his head as he entered the lab. "Sam?" He called out, looking around. She wasn't there. "Great," he mumbled to himself, "now I have to look for her."
The first place he ventured to was Daniel's office, she had told him she wanted to see Daniel, so that was really the most logical answer, right? Well, neither one of them were in Daniel's office, nor when he traveled to Teal'c's quarters were they there. So, he figured that if they weren't in any one of their normal habitats there were only two other places they would all be, at the moment that was. Those two places were the control room and the cafeteria. First he went to the cafeteria, since it was closer. He didn't really expect them to be there since they had eaten before coming. So he wasn't surprised when they weren't there. That left only one place, the control room.
They were, as he had suspected, crowded in the control room. "What'cha doin'?" He asked, stepping beside where Sam was sitting in front of the control panels. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Siler wanted me to check some things out, sir." She reassured, "I'm finished now, though."
He nodded and looked over at Daniel and Teal'c, "What's your excuses?"
Daniel shrugged and Teal'c raised an eyebrow. It was Daniel, however, who spoke. "We followed her."
"You have nothing else to do?"
Daniel's eyebrows furrowed and he looked to Teal'c, "Uhh," he sighed. "No ... not really."
"Well damn," he laughed, "if I had known my leaving would have caused such laziness I might have thought it over twice."
Daniel laughed along with him, shaking his head at the usual humor coming from his friend.
"Well, come on then, let's go find someplace to catch up." Jack said, motioning for the other three to follow him to Sam's office, since the former CO of the SGC currently occupied his. Once at the intended destination they sat down in various seats scattered around the office, one of them at her computer, the other in front of her desk, and two for any visitors she may have.
"So," Daniel asked, glancing between both Sam and Jack. "What did you two do with your time off?"
Jack smiled, "We fished."
"Indeed, we believed that you would." Teal'c told him.
"Well, maybe next time you can tag along."
"No!" Daniel said hurriedly.
"That will not be necessary!" Teal'c called out, the same time as Daniel. The funny thing, though, was the look of horror that passed through the Jaffa's eyes.
"Ok," Jack said, laughing. "Maybe not."
"All you did was fish?" Daniel asked, staring straight at Sam, who, in return, blushed furiously. "Ah," he said with a smile, "not just fishing, I see."
Teal'c glanced between Jack and Sam, "Indeed, Daniel Jackson, I do sense a change between General O'Neill and Colonel Carter."
Daniel, now, was looking at Jack. "So, I'm going to ask you again, what did you do with your time off?"
"That," Jack said, standing up, "is none of your damn business." He looked at Sam, "Are you ready to go?"
Her cheeks were still flushed and she locked eyes with Jack to keep from looking at Daniel, "Yeah, I'm ready. Uh ... I need to go back home, remember."
"Sure you do," Daniel laughed as the two walked out of Sam's office. "I'm going to call you later!" He yelled out to them after they had turned the corner. Sam walked with her head down, looking at the floor, her normally light skin dark crimson.
When they reached the surface his hand slid into hers and he leaned over to whisper into her ear, "What was your brilliant plan again? Keeping it a secret?" He chuckled, "Good luck with it."
She swatted him playfully, leaning close to him as they walked to his truck. "That's not my fault, Daniel was interrogating me."
"For cryin' out loud," Jack exclaimed, "all the man did was ask if we did anything besides fishing. Which, we did go shopping and see a movie, you didn't have to immediately think about the dirty stuff." He slid an arm around her waist, "Come on, Carter. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Carter?" She asked, looking up at him.
"8 years of programming," he shrugged. "It'll take awhile, plus we're at work."
She climbed into his truck and put on her seatbelt, "We're in the parking lot of the Cheyenne Mountain complex of Peterson Air Force Base, Jack ... not at work."
He shrugged again, "Close enough."
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The pulled in front of her house and she opened the door and slid out of the truck. Grabbing her bags from the cab she headed for the front door, fishing through her purse for her keys. Stumbling a little on the steps she almost fell but at the last minute caught her balance, pulling her keys out of her bag. She fumbled for the right one, finally found it, and opened her front door. A gush of hot air greeted her, messing with her hair. She ran a hand through it, flipped on a light switch, then turned on the AC. Jack came in the door behind her just as she pressed the "play" button on her answering machine.
"You have 21 new messages ... message 1."
"Sam, it's Pete. Call me, please."
"End of message. Message 2."
"Sammie? It's Mark, Pete called me, and he told me that you broke it off with him. What happened? Call me back when you hear this, ok?"
Sam sighed and sat down on her couch as the messages continued, most of them in the same manor.
"Message 12." The cold, indifferent voice of the answering machine called out.
"Samantha, come on where are you? I've been calling forever. I have a couple of days off for Thanksgiving, and well, since mom is gone I figured I'd come and visit you guys. Call me back when you hear this, you know my number. Love you."
Sam smiled at the sound of Cassie's voice and looked over at Jack as Pete's once again came over the machine.
"Sam ... answer the phone. Come on, when are you going to return my calls? I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to do? Call me back, please. We need to talk."
By Message 17 she had given up and just began to delete the messages without listening to them. If it were that important, she figured, they would call her back. When she was done with that she started a load of laundry and while Jack caught up on 'The Simpson's' she caught up on working on her laptop. It was relatively normal, except for the fact that they were on the same sofa, each at one end with their legs lying in-between them, intertwined.
They stayed that way until the doorbell rang.
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A/N: I know it's a bit short, but then there's the cliffhanger. Who's at the door??? Is it Pete? Cassie? Daniel? Somebody else? Guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't you?
Chapter: Fifteen
Disclaimer: See first fourteen chapters.
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The drive to the SGC was quiet; there was no need to talk, so they listened to the radio. The first place she headed to when the actually made it into the mountain was her office, which wasn't very surprising to him. He knew she had ulterior motives. Of course, he missed Danny and T too, but he knew she didn't miss them that much. She could have waited until the end of the day to see them, she wanted to work.
He dropped in on Hammond, to see how things were going. The older, bald man was sitting at his old desk, that familiar exhausted expression on his face. He looked at him, surprised, as he entered.
"Jack?" He asked, "You're on downtime for another couple of days, you know?"
He nodded, "I know. We decided to head home." Shrugging, he sat in a chair in front of his desk. "How have things been?"
"Oh," he sighed, "you know. The usual, nothing new for me. I gotta tell you though, I'm going to be thanking the President for my new position when I get back to Washington, don't get me wrong, I miss being here at the SGC. But, I've gotten use to sleeping."
Jack chuckled, "I understand, George. Who's out now?"
"SG's 4, 7, 10, and 17 are currently off world. SG-9 is gearing up for a mission as we speak." He thought to himself for a moment, "Where's Colonel Carter?"
"Where else?" He questioned. "First place she went was her office, she could be anywhere now though."
The other man laughed, "Well, I should be getting back to work, and you should go find Colonel Carter and finish your downtime. Lord knows that you yourself always told her to leave when she had downtime."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He sighed, "I'm going to find Danny and Teal'c, then I'll make her leave. Have fun, General."
Hammond grinned, "I could say the same to you, General."
Jack eyed him, suspicion creeping in. Did he know? Was that even possible? No, he couldn't, they hadn't talked to anybody since ... but, that look. Finally, he stood from the chair and left the room, headed for her office. There was no way he could know, he told himself, nobody knew. But that look ... he shook his head as he entered the lab. "Sam?" He called out, looking around. She wasn't there. "Great," he mumbled to himself, "now I have to look for her."
The first place he ventured to was Daniel's office, she had told him she wanted to see Daniel, so that was really the most logical answer, right? Well, neither one of them were in Daniel's office, nor when he traveled to Teal'c's quarters were they there. So, he figured that if they weren't in any one of their normal habitats there were only two other places they would all be, at the moment that was. Those two places were the control room and the cafeteria. First he went to the cafeteria, since it was closer. He didn't really expect them to be there since they had eaten before coming. So he wasn't surprised when they weren't there. That left only one place, the control room.
They were, as he had suspected, crowded in the control room. "What'cha doin'?" He asked, stepping beside where Sam was sitting in front of the control panels. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Siler wanted me to check some things out, sir." She reassured, "I'm finished now, though."
He nodded and looked over at Daniel and Teal'c, "What's your excuses?"
Daniel shrugged and Teal'c raised an eyebrow. It was Daniel, however, who spoke. "We followed her."
"You have nothing else to do?"
Daniel's eyebrows furrowed and he looked to Teal'c, "Uhh," he sighed. "No ... not really."
"Well damn," he laughed, "if I had known my leaving would have caused such laziness I might have thought it over twice."
Daniel laughed along with him, shaking his head at the usual humor coming from his friend.
"Well, come on then, let's go find someplace to catch up." Jack said, motioning for the other three to follow him to Sam's office, since the former CO of the SGC currently occupied his. Once at the intended destination they sat down in various seats scattered around the office, one of them at her computer, the other in front of her desk, and two for any visitors she may have.
"So," Daniel asked, glancing between both Sam and Jack. "What did you two do with your time off?"
Jack smiled, "We fished."
"Indeed, we believed that you would." Teal'c told him.
"Well, maybe next time you can tag along."
"No!" Daniel said hurriedly.
"That will not be necessary!" Teal'c called out, the same time as Daniel. The funny thing, though, was the look of horror that passed through the Jaffa's eyes.
"Ok," Jack said, laughing. "Maybe not."
"All you did was fish?" Daniel asked, staring straight at Sam, who, in return, blushed furiously. "Ah," he said with a smile, "not just fishing, I see."
Teal'c glanced between Jack and Sam, "Indeed, Daniel Jackson, I do sense a change between General O'Neill and Colonel Carter."
Daniel, now, was looking at Jack. "So, I'm going to ask you again, what did you do with your time off?"
"That," Jack said, standing up, "is none of your damn business." He looked at Sam, "Are you ready to go?"
Her cheeks were still flushed and she locked eyes with Jack to keep from looking at Daniel, "Yeah, I'm ready. Uh ... I need to go back home, remember."
"Sure you do," Daniel laughed as the two walked out of Sam's office. "I'm going to call you later!" He yelled out to them after they had turned the corner. Sam walked with her head down, looking at the floor, her normally light skin dark crimson.
When they reached the surface his hand slid into hers and he leaned over to whisper into her ear, "What was your brilliant plan again? Keeping it a secret?" He chuckled, "Good luck with it."
She swatted him playfully, leaning close to him as they walked to his truck. "That's not my fault, Daniel was interrogating me."
"For cryin' out loud," Jack exclaimed, "all the man did was ask if we did anything besides fishing. Which, we did go shopping and see a movie, you didn't have to immediately think about the dirty stuff." He slid an arm around her waist, "Come on, Carter. Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Carter?" She asked, looking up at him.
"8 years of programming," he shrugged. "It'll take awhile, plus we're at work."
She climbed into his truck and put on her seatbelt, "We're in the parking lot of the Cheyenne Mountain complex of Peterson Air Force Base, Jack ... not at work."
He shrugged again, "Close enough."
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The pulled in front of her house and she opened the door and slid out of the truck. Grabbing her bags from the cab she headed for the front door, fishing through her purse for her keys. Stumbling a little on the steps she almost fell but at the last minute caught her balance, pulling her keys out of her bag. She fumbled for the right one, finally found it, and opened her front door. A gush of hot air greeted her, messing with her hair. She ran a hand through it, flipped on a light switch, then turned on the AC. Jack came in the door behind her just as she pressed the "play" button on her answering machine.
"You have 21 new messages ... message 1."
"Sam, it's Pete. Call me, please."
"End of message. Message 2."
"Sammie? It's Mark, Pete called me, and he told me that you broke it off with him. What happened? Call me back when you hear this, ok?"
Sam sighed and sat down on her couch as the messages continued, most of them in the same manor.
"Message 12." The cold, indifferent voice of the answering machine called out.
"Samantha, come on where are you? I've been calling forever. I have a couple of days off for Thanksgiving, and well, since mom is gone I figured I'd come and visit you guys. Call me back when you hear this, you know my number. Love you."
Sam smiled at the sound of Cassie's voice and looked over at Jack as Pete's once again came over the machine.
"Sam ... answer the phone. Come on, when are you going to return my calls? I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to do? Call me back, please. We need to talk."
By Message 17 she had given up and just began to delete the messages without listening to them. If it were that important, she figured, they would call her back. When she was done with that she started a load of laundry and while Jack caught up on 'The Simpson's' she caught up on working on her laptop. It was relatively normal, except for the fact that they were on the same sofa, each at one end with their legs lying in-between them, intertwined.
They stayed that way until the doorbell rang.
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A/N: I know it's a bit short, but then there's the cliffhanger. Who's at the door??? Is it Pete? Cassie? Daniel? Somebody else? Guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't you?