Jack stepped inside stealthily and began sweeping the house, noticing drawers open and rummaged through as he went. After clearing Sam's bedroom and bathroom, he made his way back to the front of the house, only to find Sam looking around, and frowned, "Carter, I thought I told you to wait outside."
She looked at him and then looked away guiltily, "I was worried."
He holstered up and looked around with her, "Pete has a key doesn't he?"
She shook her head, "He wouldn't do this. As mad as he might be at me, it just isn't something he would do." She went back to her bedroom and Jack followed. Using her hand to brush a handful of shirts in the closet, she looked back at Jack, "His stuff is still here."
She opened her safe and looked inside, "It doesn't look like they even attempted to get into my safe, and my jewelry is still on my dresser."
Jack nodded, "So whoever it was had been looking for something in particular. Any idea what it would be?"
With her hands on her hips, Sam blew out a breath slowly, and he could practically see the wheels turning as she looked around her room. Then she straightened up as if she thought of something and walked out to the kitchen.
"What?" He called out as he followed her.
When she got to the kitchen she looked around, running her hands over the countertop, "My laptop, it was right here."
His eyebrows rose, "Your work laptop?"
She nodded, "Well my only laptop. And yes, I use it for work, but there's nothing classified on there…everything is automatically funneled through the secured network. Having the laptop wouldn't do them any good. All that's on there is my personal stuff and even that is password protected.
Jack took out his phone, "Why don't you take another look around to be sure that's the only thing missing and I'll call the police."
Sam nodded as she headed back to her bedroom.
"And Carter," Jack called out. When Sam turned around, his face was serious, "Pack a bag, we're going to my place after this is done."
She stopped and slanted her head in confusion, "It's only a laptop."
Jack put the phone to his ear, "Something isn't right. This isn't some random burglary. Whoever it was used a key or knows how to pick locks. They also felt confident enough to use the front door. You were targeted, and I'm not leaving you here until we know what's going on." The 911 operator must have picked up because he began rattling off her address and his name while Sam went to her bedroom to change and pack.
She changed into a t-shirt and jeans, avoiding anything that looked like it had been touched in case the crime lab techs wanted to do any printing. Pulling things absentmindedly from her closet and shoving them into her duffel bag, she was deep in thought, and jumped when she felt his arms wrap around her. "Jesus.." she breathed.
He chuckled in her ear, "Sorry, I thought you heard me coming."
"Mmm…I hope I do soon," she said slyly with a smirk, feeling him freeze behind her.
Then she felt instant goosebumps as his flattened tongue made contact just below her ear. She tilted her head as he dragged it up and captured her lobe in his mouth with a low hungry growl. Gasping, she felt a flash of heat run straight to her core as she leaned back into him. His hands drifted down her sides and came back up slowly under her shirt and over her tight stomach, before cupping her heavy breasts through her bra. She moaned and closed her eyes as his mouth suckled the spot below her ear, while his fingers massaged and tweaked her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Her hands reached behind her and grabbed his hips, pulling him against her while she pressed her ass back, feeling him hard and ready. The assault on her neck stopped as he emitted a low groan in her ear, and thrusted against her ass. Sam bit her lip, God he felt big. One of his hands ran back down the length of her and in between her thighs.
Even through her jeans he could feel how wet she was…Shit. He knew he had to stop before it got out of hand, after all, the police would be there any second; but she felt so Goddamn good. She let out another low guttural moan as his fingertips found her clit, and rubbed lazy circles around it. "Fuck," he groaned in her ear. "Yes," she answered breathily. He let out a frustrated growl and dropped his hands. Then he spun her around and kissed her hard. His eyes shot open wide when he felt her hands gripping his hard length through his jeans and grabbed her wrists, pulling his mouth away; both of them breathing heavily. "Cops are going to be here any minute," he huffed.
She grinned wickedly, "They can watch, I don't mind," she huffed back.
He laughed and shook his head, hugging her as he tried to calm himself down, "We'll get our chance soon I promise…"
She leaned back and looked at him, cocking an eyebrow, "Fair warning Colonel, touch me like that again and I don't care where we are or who's around us…I'm going to get what I want."
His eyes glinted back at her as he captured her mouth, swallowing her moan before slipping his tongue expertly through her parted lips and sweeping over hers. He pulled back slowly, gliding his lips against hers before separating, "Yes ma'am," he breathed.
There was hard knocking on the front door and then the doorbell rang. She groaned, "Damn."
He smirked and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "Uh, you should probably get that, I'm going to need a minute."
She laughed and shook her head, smoothing down her clothes and fingering through her hair as she headed out to the front door.
Sam didn't recognize the officers that arrived, but then again, Pete had only introduced her to a few of his co-workers, and that was usually during a chance meeting somewhere in town. He was assigned to a different district on the other side of the city and had been pretty good about keeping his work and private life separate that way. Within the last six months he had made detective and was working longer hours, but Sam had taken it in stride. After all, she knew what it was like to get stuck on something and having to stay until the problem was solved.
The officers ran through the typical questions, asking her for the names of the people that had keys to her house. She mentioned Jack and Daniel, deciding to leave Teal'c's name out of it for obvious reasons. Eyebrows lifted when she mentioned Pete's name. "And what is your relationship with Detective Shanahan?"
She cleared her throat uncomfortably, "We were engaged, but I recently broke it off."
The primary officer glanced over at Jack, "I see," before scribbling in his notebook. "Does he still live here?"
"No, we've never technically lived together. He had gotten an apartment when we were still dating, and when we got engaged, we were looking for a house. Instead of trying to move everything here just to have him move it again, he hung onto the apartment until we could settle on a house we liked. We both work long hours, but he would usually stay over a couple of nights a week and still has a few things here."
The officer nodded as she spoke, scratching things down periodically. "We'll inform the detective about the burglary and see if he might have an idea on some possible suspects."
She frowned and nodded, knowing he would probably try to call her. Then she straightened, remembering her phone in the garage and got up, "Excuse me." Jack had been leaning on the arm of the couch and stood up quickly out of habit…walking out further so he could keep an eye on her as she walked to the garage door.
A moment later she came back out, "My phone is gone."
"Your phone? It was in the garage?" The officer sounded confused.
"I left it on the toolbox when I went on a bike ride this morning and now it's not there." She looked at Jack, who shook his head, confirming that he hadn't taken it.
"Do you have another number we can use to contact you?"
Jack spoke up, "You can use mine," and provided the digits.
The officer closed the notebook and tucked the pen in the corner of his shirt pocket, "Okay, I'm going to take a look around." He looked at the female officer with him, "Can you let the crime lab tech in, they should be here any minute."
"Sure," she answered, opening the front door and stepping out onto the porch.
Moments later she heard him call her name from the direction of her bedroom, "Ms. Carter."
Sam walked back and Jack followed at a distance. When Sam stepped into the bedroom, he waved at her duffel bag, "Going somewhere ma'am?"
"Yes, staying with a friend for right now."
He pursed his lips and nodded knowingly, but avoided asking the obvious question about exactly who that friend was.
Sam sighed, realizing that none of this looked good, but the temporary arrangements would be acceptable to her command, and that's all she really cared about right now.
An hour later, the crime lab tech had finished dusting for prints and taking pictures. And the officer gave her his card with the report number written on it, along with the typical spiel about calling if she should think of anything.
She let out an exhausted sigh when she closed the door behind them, "That was brutal."
Jack stepped up to her when she turned, tucking a strand of her hair over her ear, "You okay?"
"The thing is, I can't blame the officer for being suspicious. Hell, I'm suspicious."
He nodded and gave her a hug, "We'll figure it out." Pulling back, he looked at her with a gentle smile, "Come on, let's finish getting you packed up and get out of here."