Jack pulled up behind the building and entered "Robs Coffee Day and Night" through the back door, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he tried to wake himself up. Robert, the owner was still there, waiting in the kitchen entrance. He looked suspiciously at Jack until he waved his I.D. and introduced himself. Only then did he get a smile and much needed cup of coffee from the man which he was grateful for.

The greying man took Jack through to the office at the back of the store where Chase and Morgan were sat monitoring the suspects through the cameras they had installed earlier. Rob tried to make conversation with them, he was clearly jumpy about terrorists being regular customers of his. Jack took him to the side and tried to put his mind at ease about the whole situation - he was helping now which was all that mattered - after that the man decided to go on his shop floor, he wanted to be right on the front line. Jack didn't have the heart to stop him, it was his store and he had another employer out there anyway, so why not?

Chase pulled up a chair next to his by the computer screens they had hastily set up inside the cramped wooden room.

"Status report?" Jacks voice betrayed his annoyance that this was happening now along with his urge to curl up and sleep right there on the desk.

"The suspects have been engaged in conversation for the past thirty minutes. Were just waiting for them to make a move."

"Copy that," he muttered before yawning and stretching his arms out.

Chase turned to grin at him, "Keeping you up are we?"

"Shut up," he laughed, before finishing the drink off.

"I need the bathroom do you know where it is?"

Chase pointed down the hallway before grinning again as he saw Jack reach for his fly as he stood up. Jack looked down confused as Chase and Morgan snickered to themselves seeing the problem.

"Damn it" he muttered turning red in the face.

Not being able to stay silent Chase piped up in an innocent voice, "Jack your trousers are on the wrong way round."

This time the two younger men erupted in laughter as Jack smiled embarrassed.

"Thanks for that Chase, I got dressed in the dark after you dragged me out of bed." Sighing he rubbed the back of his neck trudging down the hallway, pulling his shirt down with his free hand so nobody else would see his mistake as he continued to blush.

Jack returned to the room a few minutes later, his clothes on correctly. Chase started snickering again but Morgan focused his attention on the screen.

"I thought you were a smart kid Chase," Jack started, Chase hanging onto his every word. "Morgan's smart, he knows when to laugh, but he also knows he is under my command so he had better not piss me off. You're just too thick headed to realise I could make your life hell dip shit."

Morgan smirked at Jack from over the monitor as Chase looked at him blank faced, trying to decide if Jack was serious or playing him. He knew the man had a sense of humour but he'd not witnessed it too often, especially not on a mission.

"Jack look I was just-"

He stopped short when Jack burst out laughing, joined by Morgan who handed him a five dollar note shaking his head in disbelief.

It was Chases turn to blush as he grinned at Jack, "Son of a bitch," he muttered.

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