They had been sitting and idly chatting for a while and everyone seemed perfectly content. However there was still an air of uncertainty, shown in the fact that they really hadn't progressed beyond small talk yet.

"Anyone want another beer?" Jack asked them getting up.

"Yes please sir." Sam said while the others declined, Daniel still only halfway through his first.

"Lightweight." Jack mumbled under his breath as he headed towards the kitchen.

"I heard that!" Daniel called after him.

"You were meant to!" He called back. Jack hummed tunelessly as he went to the fridge to get out two more beers. Just then the phone began to ring, after a few seconds Daniel yelled from the living room,

"You gonna get that Jack!" Walking back in and handing Sam her beer Jack replied.

"Nah, let the machine get it." He said sitting back down in his chair.

They heard the beep of the machine and Jack's voice telling the caller he wasn't home and to leave a message, then a quick stream of fluent Russian came from the speaker. They all looked at him curiously. Getting to his feet quickly Jack crossed the room and picked up the phone.

"What were they saying?" Sam whispered to Daniel.

"She said 'Pick up the phone, because I know Daniel can hear me and he might be able to tell who I am by the inflections in my accent'." He whispered back.

"Could you? Tell who it was?" she whispered back.

"Not really, whoever she is she's pretty fluent in Russian." They turned to listen to what Jack was saying.

"No . . . that's just plain rude . . . no, well yes, maybe . . . NO!" he shouted and slammed the phone down. When he walked back towards them they all had looks of shock on there faces. "Russians!" he said jokingly. They looked at him incredulously. "Anyway . . ."

Suddenly there was a loud beeping of a car horn outside. Jack head snapped up at the sound. "She didn't . . ." he muttered. "I'll be right back." He said to them. He walked out slamming the front door behind him. It was quiet for a second before they heard Jack's voice loud and clearly through the closed front door.

"You are not taking my car!"

They all exchanged glances then got up and moved towards the door.

Jack stormed down the path and towards the road where Tal was sitting in his jeep.

"Come on, be reasonable . . " she began as she stepped out, talking to him over the bonnet of the car.

"Reasonable! Last time you borrowed my car I never saw it again! I'm being more than reasonable!"

"It's too far to walk." she said simply.

"Like that's my problem!" he replied, his voice still louder than usual.

"If you were coming with me, you could drive your precious car!" She said loudly.

"But I'm not! So give me the keys and go home!" he said walking round the front of the car. She tried to quickly get back in, but Jack ran the rest of the way round and got to her first. "No you don't." He said and grabbed her round the waist and threw her against the side of the car.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, a little too dramatically to be entirely realistic, Jack felt a pang of guilt nonetheless.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked. She nodded pitifully and stuck out her bottom lip and frowned. "Don't pout at me." He growled. She pouted at him defiantly. He gave her a death glare and took a menacing step forward.

"Ahem." Jack and Tal looked up to see Daniel, Teal'c and Carter standing at the bottom of his garden path on the sidewalk , watching them. Tal ducked down behind the car.

"It's a bit late for that." Jack whispered angrily at her.

"Captain Corrigan?" Carter asked incredulously. Tal stood up quickly.

"Sshhhh! The name's Gemma Graceman actually." She said sharply. Daniel looked at her contemplatively for a moment.

"That was one of the names in that folder we found at Jack's cabin." He said.

"That's why I like you Daniel," Tal said, "you're quick." She turned back to the door of the car and reached out a hand to open the door but Jack grabbed her wrist.

"Ah. No."

She glared at him.

"Are you even going to attempt to explain this Jack?" Daniel asked. Jack ran a tired hand through his hair.

"I need another beer." He mumbled.

Thanks to French Chipmunk for the review of the last chapter.

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