I put Kinsey into the story because I knew that he was able to do something so low down and disgusting! Now, I didn't really understand the whole bit with the NID because when they started playing a major role in Season 6, I hadn't seen any of the previous episodes. So, I'm hoping to catch up soon, but until then, Kinsey is the bad guy.

Jack's anger was simmering. In fact, he was so upset that he began wandering around the SGC. Mindlessly, he found himself at Sam's lab. She was inside playing with whatever new toy, she had been allowed to research.

Man, she was so beautiful! It was more than her physical beauty that attracted him, though; he was astounded by her accomplishments! She was so smart, so confident, and so untouchable!

Well, he thought, there was one bright spot in his probable departure from the SGC. She would be a possibility. And, it didn't matter whether or not he was discharged honorably or dishonorably.

She would understand, because she knew what had happened, regardless of the outcome of the situation, and she would still accept him. That is, if she loved him. After all, she had been there during all of the missions- except the one to Abydos, but she had memorized that file.

He cleared his throat to announce his presence. She looked up, startled.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Carter, you want to get lunch with me?"

One look at his drawn face told her not to refuse. "Sure, just a second."

She shut down her lab, fully expecting to return to it after a quick trip to the mess hall.

"So, what are you in the mood for?" Jack asked.

She looked at him, confused.

"Chinese, Mexican, Italian, Good ol' American hamburger and French fries?"

"Oh, you meant leave the mountain."

He nodded. "My treat."

She hesitated. "Sir, I hate going out in my uniform."

"Oh, for cryin' out loud, Carter! Don't you have some civilian clothes in your locker?"

She blushed. "Oh, yeah. Sorry sir. I'll be ready in about ten minutes."

She began to leave and Jack started messing around with a couple of her gadgets.

"Oh, and sir, don't touch anything."

"Spoil sport!"

All right, you know the drill, just push the little button . . . Do I really have to keep telling you to do this? I mean, come on, I can see that I'm not even getting half of you who read the story to write a review. I know you keep coming back for more . . .