Disclaimer: I don't own either CSI or Stargate.
(A.N. Thanks to my reviewers, who were all so helpful and supportive. Thanks to Nanari, who pointed out that Daniel is a Dr., not Mr.)
Daniel sat in the interrogation room, wishing he had some coffee. It was really cold in here, and he'd been up all night. "Excuse me." He asked the guard at the door. "Why am I here?" Two men walked into the room.
"Dr. Daniel Jackson?" One of them said. He was wearing a lab coat, and his nametag read Greg Sanders. "Can I have your autograph?"
Daniel looked at him. "Why?" He asked slowly. "Do you need a sample of my handwriting?"
Greg shook his head. "No. I'm just a fan of your papers and stuff. Why'd you stop writing?"
Daniel took the blank paper Greg was holding and signed it. "I moved on to bigger things." He replied simply.
The other man cleared his throat. "Dr. Jackson? I'd like to ask you some questions."
"I must warn you," Daniel began. "Almost everything I do is highly classified."
The other man nodded. "I know. Do you realize how hard it was for me to find out anything you've been doing since '94?"
Daniel sighed. "Ah. '94. Great year." He looked at Greg, who was still just standing there. "May I please have some coffee? It's been a busy day." Greg left the room in a hurry. The other man looked after him as if to stop him, but it was to late.
"Ok." The man began. "Let's get started."
Daniel interrupted. "Can I know your name?"
The man shrugged. "Nick Stokes. I don't like to introduce myself. I've had problems before, you see. But since you asked."
"Yeah. Thanks." Daniel replied flatly.
"Now, where were you at about 7:00 last evening?"
"Classified." Daniel said simply.
"Ok. Can anyone vouch that you weren't in Senator Smith's hotel room last night?"
Daniel shook his head. "Nope." Daniel looked extremely relaxed for someone being interrogated for murder. "Do I need a lawyer?" He asked. "Cause, I can tell you all the laws of ancient Babylon, but I'm not to clear on the current ones." It was just then that Greg returned with Daniel's coffee, complete with CSI mug. "Thanks."
"Uh, Nick?" Greg said. "There's a Lt. Col. Mitchell out there who wants to speak to you."
"Tell him I'll talk to him when I'm finished in here."
Greg was about to leave, when Daniel stopped him. "Can you tell Mitch, 'The Trust'?"
"The Trust?" Greg asked.
"Yes." Daniel said urgently. "It's a matter of national security. He'll know what it means." Greg shrugged and left.
Nick gritted his teeth. "Now." He said. "If that's the last interruption…" He looked at Daniel, who sipped his coffee.
(A.N. Please review! This is a little bit longer, but there are lots of short ones to come. LOL.)