"So Daniel, how was your date?" Jack was in the process of packing up his office, in preparation for his transfer to Washington. There really wasn't much to pack, mostly pictures and personal items. Most of the files and papers sitting on the desk were classified—they would never see the light of day, and he had never even found the key to the desk drawers.

So when Daniel had dropped by to see if he wanted to go to lunch, he was more than ready to take a break.

"I keep telling everybody it wasn't a date, we just had dinner." Daniel was sprawled in Jack's desk chair, his long legs stretched out under Jack's desk, wondering for the umpteenth time why he couldn't have a nice chair like this. Wondering if anyone would notice or care if he just moved this chair to his office…

"Well, let's see…" Jack stopped wrapping pictures in newspaper and looked up at his friend. "You drive all the way to Denver to have dinner with a beautiful woman…"

"Who said she was beautiful? Maybe she's homely…Hey! This is one of my CD's. I've been looking for this everywhere." When Daniel realized that one of his possessions was actually in a box that Jack had already finished packing, he sat up and began to rifle through it in earnest. "What else of mine's in here?"

"Hey, you never listen to it. And don't change the subject."

"That's because it's been in your office for the past year!" Daniel tried to keep up the pretense of being angry, but if truth be told, he had at least four of Jack's CD's himself, one in his office and three in his Jeep.

"Carter told me."

"Sam told you? What?"

"That she was pretty."

"That Sam was pretty?"

"Oh, for cryin' out loud. No, you moron, that Catherine's niece was pretty. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, dinner in Denver…" Jack began counting on his fingers. "You left here looking like you stepped out of the pages of GQ…"

"How do you know that?"

"Security cameras, Daniel. The resolution on those bad boys is incredible." Daniel lowered his head in frustration. "You asked Carter to recommend some good wines…" Daniel raised his head a fraction and peered at Jack over the top of his glasses. "And last, but certainly not least, you didn't come home last night."

"Now, how could you possibly know that?"

"I have my ways…" Jack loved teasing Daniel. He was really going to miss this when he moved to Washington. Somehow it just wouldn't be the same over the phone. The truth was, that last statement had just been a guess. A good guess, evidently, because Daniel didn't even try to deny it. He just shrugged.

Jack grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and headed for the door leading into the hallway. "Come on, Daniel," he said. "Let's go grab a late lunch."

Daniel joined his friend and they headed down the hall toward the elevators.

"Jack," he asked casually, "Are you taking that chair with you to Washington?"