Chapter 16 - Believe Me !
Jack sat at the table casually drumming his fingers across the rough textured surface.
"Hello!"
Jack looked up at the ceiling and noticed a camera in the right corner of the room. He simply smiled.
(CCTV room)
"Should we let him have his call yet?"
"Nah, let him get slightly more bored."
Adam the security guy smiled and continued watching the screen.
"So what's the deal with this kid?"
"Well, you know Mark Carter?"
"Yeah. His sister was that cute little blonde."
"That's it. Well that kid stole from his sister's locker."
"Little shit!"
(Interview room)
"You guys asked for this."
Jack pushed himself up onto the table and saluted at the camera before turning round.
"You brought this upon yourself."
Jack unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, flashing his butt at the camera.
(CCTV room)
"Oh My God!"
Pete turned around to see what Adam was laughing at.
"What's wro....is he mooning us?"
"Hell Yeah!"
pete ran out of the room and down a flight of stairs.
(Interview room)
Jack started to shake his butt at the camera.
"Nevermind talk to the hand. Talk to the ass!"
Pete ran through the door and tackled Jack to the ground.
"Hey!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Getting your attention."
Pete got up and looked over Jack, who was slowly getting to his feet.
"Do you want your free call?"
"Yes!"
Jack started to shake his hands about in frustration.
"Right come on."
Jack smiled.
"But first, pull up your god damn pants."
Jack looked down at the jeans which surrounded his ankles.
"Gotcha"
Jack pulled them up and followed Pete out of the door to the phone.
(Sam's house)
"Graham, you don't have to stay."
"I want to."
Sam looked at Graham.
"I'll be fine. Mark will be home soon."
"Yeah and you don't know how soon is with Mark."
Graham put his arm around Sam.
"We haven't done this in a long time."
"That's the under statement of the century."
Graham removed his arm from around Sam.
"Why do you always have to turn things into an argument."
"Because you like to believe that we are the perfect couple. We're not Barbie and Ken."
"Sam, we need to work with our relationship. For godsake we're the future prom king and queen."
Sam chucked her blanket to the side and got up.
"Im not going through this again."
Sam walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
(Police Station)
"Under no circumstances are you allowed to call the victim."
Jack looked at Pete.
"Im not sad enough to ring myself."
"You know who i mean."
Jack picked up the phone.
"Can i have some privacy?"
Pete sighed and closed the door for Jack to make his call. Jack pressed the numbers hard and listened as the phone rang.
(Sam's house)
"Sam, you're phone's ringing."
Graham waited for a reply but got none.
"I'll get it then."
Graham stood up and went into the hallway.
"Carter residence."
(Police Station)
Jack thought to himself how to get pass Graham.
"Hello? Is this a wind-up?"
"Hello this is Sanjeev. We have a Miss Samantha Carter on our lists of potential models."
Graham smiled at the thought of Sam as a model.
"I'll just give her a shout."
"Idiot."
"What?"
"I said nothing."
(Sam's house)
Sam walked out of the bathroom and took the phone of Graham.
"Who is it?"
"Sanjeev."
Sam looked at Graham and put the phone to the ear.
"Hello"
"Hi Sam, It's Jack. Please don't hang-up."
"Why?"
"Just hear me out."
Sam looked at Graham and put the phone to her shoulder.
"Can you give me a minute."
"Sure baby."
Graham winked at her and walked into the living room.
"Im listening."
(Police Station)
"I didn't take your stuff. Someone set me up. Ask the boys, I had no time to steal your stuff."
Sam remained silent.
"Sam please talk to me. I need to hear your voice. I...I...please."
"I don't know what to say."
Sam closed her eyes as Jack's breathing ringed through the phone.
"Give me one good reason to why i'd want to steal from you? Why would i want to hurt you?"
"I've been asking myself that all night."
Jack listened as Pete started to open the door.
"I've got to go. Sam, please don't give up on me."
Jack slammed the phone down as Pete walked in.
"Finished?"
"Yeah."
Pete looked at the phone.
"Who did you call?"
"China."
"That better be a joke."
Jack nodded.
"Yeah. I actually called the land of Oz."
"Australia."
Jack started to walk out.
"No. The one with the yellow brick road and Dorothy and Toto."
(Sams house)
Sam picked up her car keys and quietly opened the front door. Libby followed her out.
"No. You stay here and keep Graham company. Chew on his leg for a bit."
Libby wagged her tail and walked back in. Sam ran over to her and car and quickly got in. As she started the engine, Graham walked out.
"Sam!"
"I've made a mistake. I'll ring you."
Sam waved to Graham and drove off.
(Police Station)
"Who did you really ring?"
"The teletubbies."
Pete glared at Jack.
"You'd think that would intimidate me but i've lived with my father all my life and many airforce Generals have stared at me that way."
Jack picked up Pete's paper clips and began to unbend them.
"Must you do that."
"Yes"
Sam ran through the door and stop when she noticed Jack. She edged her way through a couple of police officers and stopped when she got close to Jack.
"Hi"
"Hi"
"Sam, what are you doing here?"
Sam looked at Pete.
"Hi Pete. I've made a mistake, it wasn't Jack who stole my stuff."
"Sam, you're confused and still in a state of shock. I think your judgement is slightly wrong."
"No. It wasn't Jack."
"Your diary was in his bag and your stuff was in his locker."
"He was set up."
Sam's ocean blue eye's met with Jack's deep chocolate brown eyes.
"How can you know that?"
"I just do."
Sam was pulled out of her and Jack's eye lock by Pete grabbing her arm and taking her to one side.
"This guy is strange and i don't trust him."
"Well, you don't have to worry because im the one taking the risk by dropping the charges."
"Sam.."
"I've dropped the charges, now let him go."
Pete walked up to Jack.
"You're free to go."
Jack stood up.
"Thank you!"
He looked around for Sam but couldn't see her.
'She must've gone outside.'
Jack began to walk when he felt a strong grasp on his arm pull him back.
"What is it with you Shanahan?"
"If you put one foot our of line or in anyway hurt Sam, i'll come down on you like a pile of bricks."
Jack shook his grasp off.
"Oh i don't doubt that. You probably way twice as much as i do."
Jack smiled and walked outside. He looked around for a sight of Sam and saw a tall blonde leaning on the bonet of her car. He slowly walked up to her.
"What made you change your mind?"
Sam kept looking straight ahead.
"A reality check."
Sam felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips.
"Get in. I'll give you a lift."
Jack opened the passenger side and got in.
"Hey do you know that cop?"
"Pete. Not really. He's one of Mark's best friends but we hardly ever talk."
"He seems a little protective of you."
Sam shrugged.
"Alot of people want to protect me."
Sam started her car and pulled out of the police station parking.
"I'm one of them."
"I know."
(Jack's house)
Sam turned the car into Jack's drive.
"Come in?"
Sam looked at Jack. She closed her eyes.
'Graham or Jack?'
"Ok."
Sam and Jack both got out of the car. Jack walked up to his house as Sam locked the car.
"Are your parents going to be in?"
"Nope. Dad's out in Iraq and mum is doing Salsa with her friends. It's just me, you and Barney."
Jack pushed the front door and let Sam go in before him. Only to regret it when a huge St.Bernard pounced on Sam knocking her to the floor.
"Jack!"
"Barney down."
Jack walked up to Barney and started to pull him off by the collar.
"He'd never hurt you. It's his way of saying hi."
Jack gave Barney a gentle rub on the head.
"Do you want a drink?"
"No."
"Something to eat?"
"No."
"Sit down?"
"Yes."
Jack led Sam into the living room and they both sat down next to each other.
"I pulled a moony."
"What?"
"In the police station. They wouldn't give me my free call so i pulled a moony at the camera."
Sam started to giggle.
"And they think that i rang the world of Oz."
"It sounds like you were on holiday more than accused of stealing."
Jack looked at Sam.
"I need to tell you something."
"Ok. You have my full attention."
Jack fiddled with his fingers but couldn't figure out what to say.
"Close your eye's"
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Sam looked at Jack and then reluctantly closed her eyes. Jack leaned in and kissed her lips. Sam moved herself into him a bit more. Jack pulled back and looked at Sam who still had her eyes closed.
"Very well said."
Sam smiled and opened her eyes.
"You look sad. What's wrong?"
"That was my kiss goodbye."
"Goodbye. I don't get it."
Jack took Sam's hand.
"Im your friend and as much as i want to be something more than your friend, I can't be that person whilst your with Graham."
"Jack.."
"and i don't want to pressure you into breaking-up with Graham."
Sam pressed her head on Jack's shoulder.
"I don't love him."
"I know."
"I want to be with you."
"Are you sure?"
"As sure can be."
Sam pulled back and flashed a smile at Jack.
"There's no turning back."
Sam kissed Jack and they fell back into the couch
(Hour later)
Sam watched as Jack laid asleep with his arms around her and his warm breath seduced her skin.
'You should get back Sam.'
Sam ignored her thoughts and closed her eye's hoping to join Jack in his sleepy state but no such luck as her mobile started to ring.
"I hate phones."
"I thought you were asleep."
Sam dug around in her bag for her phone but was distracted as Jack started to kiss her back.
"Sam Carter."
"Hi Sam. It's Janet."
"Hey."
Sam elbowed Jack.
"Ow."
"Sam. I've got some bad news."
"What's wrong?"
"Your house has been broken into."
Sam sat up.
"What?"
"But there's even worse news. Graham was stabbed."
"Has he been taken to hospital?"
"Yeah. Local one."
"Thank's Janet. I'll see you later."
Sam hung up and chucked her phone in the bag.
"I've got to go."
"What's wrong?"
Sam looked around for her clothes.
"Where's my bra?"
Jack produced it between his two fingers. Sam grabbed it and started to get dressed.
"So are you going to tell em what's wrong? or do i have to guess?"
"My house has been broken into and Graham's been stabbed. I've got to get to the hospital."
Sam pulled her sweater over the top of her bra.
"I'll give you a lift."
"It's ok. I know you don't want to be near him."
Jack sat up and started pulling up his jeans.
"As true as that is, you are in no right state to drive."
Jack took Sam's car keys off the table and they began to walk out.
"This is my fault."
Jack sat at the table casually drumming his fingers across the rough textured surface.
"Hello!"
Jack looked up at the ceiling and noticed a camera in the right corner of the room. He simply smiled.
(CCTV room)
"Should we let him have his call yet?"
"Nah, let him get slightly more bored."
Adam the security guy smiled and continued watching the screen.
"So what's the deal with this kid?"
"Well, you know Mark Carter?"
"Yeah. His sister was that cute little blonde."
"That's it. Well that kid stole from his sister's locker."
"Little shit!"
(Interview room)
"You guys asked for this."
Jack pushed himself up onto the table and saluted at the camera before turning round.
"You brought this upon yourself."
Jack unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, flashing his butt at the camera.
(CCTV room)
"Oh My God!"
Pete turned around to see what Adam was laughing at.
"What's wro....is he mooning us?"
"Hell Yeah!"
pete ran out of the room and down a flight of stairs.
(Interview room)
Jack started to shake his butt at the camera.
"Nevermind talk to the hand. Talk to the ass!"
Pete ran through the door and tackled Jack to the ground.
"Hey!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Getting your attention."
Pete got up and looked over Jack, who was slowly getting to his feet.
"Do you want your free call?"
"Yes!"
Jack started to shake his hands about in frustration.
"Right come on."
Jack smiled.
"But first, pull up your god damn pants."
Jack looked down at the jeans which surrounded his ankles.
"Gotcha"
Jack pulled them up and followed Pete out of the door to the phone.
(Sam's house)
"Graham, you don't have to stay."
"I want to."
Sam looked at Graham.
"I'll be fine. Mark will be home soon."
"Yeah and you don't know how soon is with Mark."
Graham put his arm around Sam.
"We haven't done this in a long time."
"That's the under statement of the century."
Graham removed his arm from around Sam.
"Why do you always have to turn things into an argument."
"Because you like to believe that we are the perfect couple. We're not Barbie and Ken."
"Sam, we need to work with our relationship. For godsake we're the future prom king and queen."
Sam chucked her blanket to the side and got up.
"Im not going through this again."
Sam walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
(Police Station)
"Under no circumstances are you allowed to call the victim."
Jack looked at Pete.
"Im not sad enough to ring myself."
"You know who i mean."
Jack picked up the phone.
"Can i have some privacy?"
Pete sighed and closed the door for Jack to make his call. Jack pressed the numbers hard and listened as the phone rang.
(Sam's house)
"Sam, you're phone's ringing."
Graham waited for a reply but got none.
"I'll get it then."
Graham stood up and went into the hallway.
"Carter residence."
(Police Station)
Jack thought to himself how to get pass Graham.
"Hello? Is this a wind-up?"
"Hello this is Sanjeev. We have a Miss Samantha Carter on our lists of potential models."
Graham smiled at the thought of Sam as a model.
"I'll just give her a shout."
"Idiot."
"What?"
"I said nothing."
(Sam's house)
Sam walked out of the bathroom and took the phone of Graham.
"Who is it?"
"Sanjeev."
Sam looked at Graham and put the phone to the ear.
"Hello"
"Hi Sam, It's Jack. Please don't hang-up."
"Why?"
"Just hear me out."
Sam looked at Graham and put the phone to her shoulder.
"Can you give me a minute."
"Sure baby."
Graham winked at her and walked into the living room.
"Im listening."
(Police Station)
"I didn't take your stuff. Someone set me up. Ask the boys, I had no time to steal your stuff."
Sam remained silent.
"Sam please talk to me. I need to hear your voice. I...I...please."
"I don't know what to say."
Sam closed her eyes as Jack's breathing ringed through the phone.
"Give me one good reason to why i'd want to steal from you? Why would i want to hurt you?"
"I've been asking myself that all night."
Jack listened as Pete started to open the door.
"I've got to go. Sam, please don't give up on me."
Jack slammed the phone down as Pete walked in.
"Finished?"
"Yeah."
Pete looked at the phone.
"Who did you call?"
"China."
"That better be a joke."
Jack nodded.
"Yeah. I actually called the land of Oz."
"Australia."
Jack started to walk out.
"No. The one with the yellow brick road and Dorothy and Toto."
(Sams house)
Sam picked up her car keys and quietly opened the front door. Libby followed her out.
"No. You stay here and keep Graham company. Chew on his leg for a bit."
Libby wagged her tail and walked back in. Sam ran over to her and car and quickly got in. As she started the engine, Graham walked out.
"Sam!"
"I've made a mistake. I'll ring you."
Sam waved to Graham and drove off.
(Police Station)
"Who did you really ring?"
"The teletubbies."
Pete glared at Jack.
"You'd think that would intimidate me but i've lived with my father all my life and many airforce Generals have stared at me that way."
Jack picked up Pete's paper clips and began to unbend them.
"Must you do that."
"Yes"
Sam ran through the door and stop when she noticed Jack. She edged her way through a couple of police officers and stopped when she got close to Jack.
"Hi"
"Hi"
"Sam, what are you doing here?"
Sam looked at Pete.
"Hi Pete. I've made a mistake, it wasn't Jack who stole my stuff."
"Sam, you're confused and still in a state of shock. I think your judgement is slightly wrong."
"No. It wasn't Jack."
"Your diary was in his bag and your stuff was in his locker."
"He was set up."
Sam's ocean blue eye's met with Jack's deep chocolate brown eyes.
"How can you know that?"
"I just do."
Sam was pulled out of her and Jack's eye lock by Pete grabbing her arm and taking her to one side.
"This guy is strange and i don't trust him."
"Well, you don't have to worry because im the one taking the risk by dropping the charges."
"Sam.."
"I've dropped the charges, now let him go."
Pete walked up to Jack.
"You're free to go."
Jack stood up.
"Thank you!"
He looked around for Sam but couldn't see her.
'She must've gone outside.'
Jack began to walk when he felt a strong grasp on his arm pull him back.
"What is it with you Shanahan?"
"If you put one foot our of line or in anyway hurt Sam, i'll come down on you like a pile of bricks."
Jack shook his grasp off.
"Oh i don't doubt that. You probably way twice as much as i do."
Jack smiled and walked outside. He looked around for a sight of Sam and saw a tall blonde leaning on the bonet of her car. He slowly walked up to her.
"What made you change your mind?"
Sam kept looking straight ahead.
"A reality check."
Sam felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips.
"Get in. I'll give you a lift."
Jack opened the passenger side and got in.
"Hey do you know that cop?"
"Pete. Not really. He's one of Mark's best friends but we hardly ever talk."
"He seems a little protective of you."
Sam shrugged.
"Alot of people want to protect me."
Sam started her car and pulled out of the police station parking.
"I'm one of them."
"I know."
(Jack's house)
Sam turned the car into Jack's drive.
"Come in?"
Sam looked at Jack. She closed her eyes.
'Graham or Jack?'
"Ok."
Sam and Jack both got out of the car. Jack walked up to his house as Sam locked the car.
"Are your parents going to be in?"
"Nope. Dad's out in Iraq and mum is doing Salsa with her friends. It's just me, you and Barney."
Jack pushed the front door and let Sam go in before him. Only to regret it when a huge St.Bernard pounced on Sam knocking her to the floor.
"Jack!"
"Barney down."
Jack walked up to Barney and started to pull him off by the collar.
"He'd never hurt you. It's his way of saying hi."
Jack gave Barney a gentle rub on the head.
"Do you want a drink?"
"No."
"Something to eat?"
"No."
"Sit down?"
"Yes."
Jack led Sam into the living room and they both sat down next to each other.
"I pulled a moony."
"What?"
"In the police station. They wouldn't give me my free call so i pulled a moony at the camera."
Sam started to giggle.
"And they think that i rang the world of Oz."
"It sounds like you were on holiday more than accused of stealing."
Jack looked at Sam.
"I need to tell you something."
"Ok. You have my full attention."
Jack fiddled with his fingers but couldn't figure out what to say.
"Close your eye's"
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Sam looked at Jack and then reluctantly closed her eyes. Jack leaned in and kissed her lips. Sam moved herself into him a bit more. Jack pulled back and looked at Sam who still had her eyes closed.
"Very well said."
Sam smiled and opened her eyes.
"You look sad. What's wrong?"
"That was my kiss goodbye."
"Goodbye. I don't get it."
Jack took Sam's hand.
"Im your friend and as much as i want to be something more than your friend, I can't be that person whilst your with Graham."
"Jack.."
"and i don't want to pressure you into breaking-up with Graham."
Sam pressed her head on Jack's shoulder.
"I don't love him."
"I know."
"I want to be with you."
"Are you sure?"
"As sure can be."
Sam pulled back and flashed a smile at Jack.
"There's no turning back."
Sam kissed Jack and they fell back into the couch
(Hour later)
Sam watched as Jack laid asleep with his arms around her and his warm breath seduced her skin.
'You should get back Sam.'
Sam ignored her thoughts and closed her eye's hoping to join Jack in his sleepy state but no such luck as her mobile started to ring.
"I hate phones."
"I thought you were asleep."
Sam dug around in her bag for her phone but was distracted as Jack started to kiss her back.
"Sam Carter."
"Hi Sam. It's Janet."
"Hey."
Sam elbowed Jack.
"Ow."
"Sam. I've got some bad news."
"What's wrong?"
"Your house has been broken into."
Sam sat up.
"What?"
"But there's even worse news. Graham was stabbed."
"Has he been taken to hospital?"
"Yeah. Local one."
"Thank's Janet. I'll see you later."
Sam hung up and chucked her phone in the bag.
"I've got to go."
"What's wrong?"
Sam looked around for her clothes.
"Where's my bra?"
Jack produced it between his two fingers. Sam grabbed it and started to get dressed.
"So are you going to tell em what's wrong? or do i have to guess?"
"My house has been broken into and Graham's been stabbed. I've got to get to the hospital."
Sam pulled her sweater over the top of her bra.
"I'll give you a lift."
"It's ok. I know you don't want to be near him."
Jack sat up and started pulling up his jeans.
"As true as that is, you are in no right state to drive."
Jack took Sam's car keys off the table and they began to walk out.
"This is my fault."