"So, I see you've decided to accept the assignment," Jack said, sitting down next to Sam and Rico in the commissary the next morning. He'd noticed a rental with the red temporary handicap tag hanging from the rearview mirror, and figured it had to be her.
"I'm getting you out of a bind, Sir," she smiled up at him from her plate of toast.
"That you are, Carter." He threw a sausage down to the dog and ruffled the top of his head. "What'd Hammond have to say about Rico being in the building?"
"Doesn't have a choice, but he likes him and Rico's well behaved, so he doesn't really mind. So, sir, could you fill me in on how the Greenies did Monday?"
"Watch 1 and 3 carefully, I think they have the most potential. 4, 5, and 8 will probably be your average team members. 2, 6, and 7 I don't think will make it past the first week, but I'd switch them all up, see how well they do in other positions. I brought my reports over for you. I hope they help."
"You finished a report, Sir? I'm impressed."
"Very funny, Carter." Jack smiled and shoved a spoonful of Froot Loops in his mouth.
"I thought this was supposed to be run a few weeks ago, Sir?" She took a bite of her toast and leaned back in her chair. Rico laid his head on her lap, the confusion of the base setting him on high alert.
"One of the Lieutenants had a parent in the plane crash. We held it off for him." Sam immediately noticed his voice lost the jovial tone it'd been carrying from the moment he'd walked in the commissary. Obviously, he was still mourning the loss of Sara and the other woman he'd known.
"Oh. Well, I should probably get to my office and look over your reports, Sir." She stood up and handed the folders down to Rico, who took him gently in his mouth. She picked up her crutches and made her way out of the commissary.
A/N: Okay, here's the only one you'll be getting today.