This one might be slightly OOC? Either way I loathe Kinsey so this was a really satisfying thing to write.
Sorry, not sorry.


K is for Kinsey

"No sir."

Sam looked him square in the eyes; her words were decisive and overly annunciated, the way one might speak to a child who had just been bad. Jack groaned.

"Come ooooon, Carter!" He whined.

"I am not getting you out of the meeting, sir," Sam stated firmly.

"I thought you of all people would help me." Jack responded grumpily, shooting her a wounded look. Sam sighed deeply and buried her face in her hands.

"I really don't like the guy," Jack continued, as if that was the only argument needed.

"No one likes Kinsey, sir." Sam responded firmly, looking up at her CO. Realizing what she had just said she threw a quick glance behind her to make sure they were alone.

"See? That's why…" he started speaking, but Sam interrupted him.

"Sir, with all due respect, just go to the darned meeting!"

He sighed dramatically.

"Fine," he said, "but I'm telling Kinsey that no one likes him."