Jack was sitting on the bed freshly showered and dressed back into his jeans; waiting patiently for his t-shirt and Sam's underwear to finish drying. Sam had just finished getting cleaned up herself, and was walking out of the bathroom, when Pig came bounding down the stairs. Bill's panicked yell for Jack quickly followed. They both exchanged worried glances as Pig jumped around them, huffing for attention.

Jack pushed himself up and headed for the stairs, "That doesn't sound good. I'll be right back."

When Jack rounded the corner to the kitchen, and looked around, he found Bill using his finger to look through the blinds on his front window; immediately putting Jack on high alert as he greeted him warily. "Bill?"

Bill didn't take his eyes off of the window, "Jack, I talked to Jesse on the way out of the store and he said the police were doing a house to house search." He turned his head to look at Jack, his face panicked, "I saw a squad car three blocks up and it looks like their heading this way."

Jack cursed and raked his fingers through his damp hair.

Bill seemingly distracted, looked down at Jack's bare chest and tilted his head, "Hey, didn't you have a shirt on earlier?"

Jack glanced away, avoiding eye contact and mumbled. "Uh, spilled something on it." He ignored the look Bill gave him and saw the bags on the couch, "Shopping go okay?"

Bill blushed and clearing his throat nervously, "Well hell, I've never been good at shopping, let alone shopping for women. I hope Sam's okay with the stuff…just apologize for me huh?"

Jack chuckled and picked up the bags. "It'll be fine Bill. Listen, we'll get our stuff together and be out in ten." His eyes shifted around as he chewed on his lip, muttering, "Just got to figure out a place for us to go. We still have a day to kill."

Bill held up a finger with a smile, "Ah, see I was thinking about that." When Jack glanced up and raised his eyebrows, Bill continued, "How's Sam feel about camping?"

Jack mouth twitched, "She's done it once or twice. Why, what are you thinking?"

"How about our fishing spot? It's a long walk from here but we never see anyone out there, and it's got that flat piece that'd be good and level for sleeping." He handed him his ring of keys, "Just grab the big sleeping bag and whatever else you need outta my shed. Then leave everything behind the big spruce up there and I'll go pick it up in a few days."

Jack smiled and nodded gratefully as he stuck out his hand, "That's perfect, hey thanks Bill, I really owe you for this."

Bill reached out, shook it and waved him off, "Ah forget about it, it's the least I can do for Sam." He smiled and winked, making Jack laugh as he headed down the stairs with bags.

Bill called out after him, "Hey, if the cops get to the door, I'll hold them off as long as I can…but you better make it quick."

Sam heard Jack before she saw him, the rattling sound of shaking plastic accompanying the pounding of his bare feet on the stairs. "We gotta go!"

"Déjà vu," Sam muttered as she slipped her underwear on before grabbing her jeans.

When he reached the landing, he side-stepped Pig, "Cops are doing a house to house and they're three blocks away." He put the bags on the bed and Sam tossed him his t-shirt.

"Great." She huffed as she buttoned her jeans before grabbing her socks and shoes.

"Yeah I know," Jack's voice was muffled as he pulled his black t-shirt over his head.

Sam used the chance to give Pig one last scratch behind his ears before heading to the end table and grabbing her holstered handgun; securing the clip over the waistband of her jeans. She glanced over to him, "So where to?"

Jack poured the contents of the plastic bags out on the bed, unzipped the large backpack and duffle and started stuffing items inside haphazardly. He met her eyes and smirked, "Well I figured we haven't been camping in a while so…."

Sam let out a short laugh as she finished with her socks and shoes before taking over the packing so he could finish getting ready; doing her best to consolidate by folding and shoving his smaller duffle from the house into the large bookbag.

Five minutes later, he was unlocking the shed….and five minutes after that, they were bogged down with gear and stepping over the first of the tripwires.

Only feeling brave enough to dare a few stops, they moved from tree-line to tree-line and finally got to the fishing spot three hours later without incident.

Jack plopped down the duffel and the large sleeping bag roll, and laid on the big flat rock next to the creek, catching his breath. Sam followed suit with the backpack and a tacklebox, sinking down on the sleeping bag roll like a bean bag chair and exhaling deeply. "Whew. This running thing is exhausting."

"Tell me about it," Jack huffed, sitting up on his forearms and looking around.

Sam lifted her head and glanced out at the stream in front of her. Small rocks and gravel made up the small shoreline on either side of the shallow stream and trees stretched back on both sides as far as the eye could see. "It's nice here…lots of trees."

Jack caught the humor in her voice, "Ah yes…well, you know they're my favorite, especially the green ones."

Sam chuckled and stood up, making her way over to the rock and sitting next to him. "I guess we should take an inventory and then start on making a fire before it gets dark."

He put and arm around her waist and pulled her down on him, "Mmm, among other things."

She giggled as he nuzzled her neck before pulling back and sighing, "You know if it wasn't for the whole 'somebody trying to frame us for murder and kill us thing,' this would be pretty amazing."

Jack barked a laugh before palming the back of her head and rolling them over, his face a breath away from hers as he braced himself above her. "Well, I think you're pretty amazing," he rumbled as he snuck his tongue out and danced it slowly across her lower lip before sweeping it into his mouth; sucking and nipping. Sam moaned as she wrapped her legs around the outside of his thighs and pulled his hips to hers. Trapping him there, she rolled her heat against his arousal as her fingernails raked through the short hairs on the back of his neck and over his scalp.

Groaning, he pulled his mouth from hers and met her eyes, drowning in her flushed skin, her swollen and parted lips, and her dark sultry stare. "God," he breathed as he ghosted a hand down the curve of her breast and over her ribs before coming to rest on her hip. His throaty growl filled the space between them as he gripped her hard, digging his fingers in as he met her next roll with a short hard thrust, prying a gasp from her lips.

They heard a noise in the woods next to them and froze. Sam's hand darted down Jack's back, un-holstered his gun, and pointed it in the direction of the disturbance near the tree-line as she freed his legs. Jack rolled off the rock and crouched low…keeping himself between her prone position and the possible threat, being careful to avoid blocking her shot.

"Easy Major." Maybourne called out lazily as he walked out into the open slowly with his hands up. One was empty, while the other held a large manila envelope.

Jack blew out a breath, "Jesus Harry, what the hell are you trying to do to us?" His eyes narrowed, "Wait a minute, how long were you standing there?"

"Ugh" Sam pulled a face, grimacing behind him as she slid off the rock.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Relax Jack, I just got here." He held up a manila folder, "Came to give you this…you're in business."

"You're a day early, not that I'm complaining...much" Jack gestured as he muttered the last part; feeling Sam's hands on the small of his back securing his handgun.

"Well, it seems the heat is up on you two so I asked my guy to put a rush on it."

Sam spoke up as she sat back on the rock, "No kidding, we just barely escaped a door to door search about five miles out."

Jack was watching Sam before twisting his neck at Maybourne, his eyebrows pulling together, "Hey, how did you find us anyway?

Maybourne opened his mouth before Jack put his hand up and smirked, "Ah! let me guess, you hid a tracker in the burner."

Harry rocked back on his heels proudly, his smarmy smile back on full display. "Very good Jack, you're not as hopeless as I thought."

Jack rolled his eyes as he walked up to Harry, and shot him a glare as he snatched the folder from his outstretched hand before spinning and walking back to the rock. He opened it and shoved his hand inside; taking out two bundles banded separately. Seeing his face on a Texas driver's license strapped to the outside of one of the bundles, Jack handed the other to Sam as he took a seat beside her.

Sam looked at the picture on her license, and rolled her eyes at the short auburn hair. "Red, really? Go figure, the one color I didn't get."

Jack leaned over to look and she angled it out so he could see. An eyebrow raised pointedly as a corner of his mouth curled up, "Nice."

She did her best to glower at him, but the twitch of her lips gave her away. Looking back at the license for the name; she read it out loud. "Jessica Marie Claymore." Sam snickered, "Sounds like some kind of romance novel heroine."

Jack barked out a laugh, and flipped his license her way, "Daniel Alexander Claymore."

Sam's face scrunched up, "Oh no, that's too weird. We're going to have to go with Alex." She eyed the picture with a smile, "Huh, looks like you'll be the one using the brown dye."

He looked at it again, just now noticing the dark hair on the photo and scowled, "Oh, for cryin'..."

She waved the license at Harry who seemed humored by the whole thing. "What's with these names? Is your guy a Jude Devearaux fan or something?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't even know what that means. All I know is that these are real people that have passed away recently. They have real backgrounds, real social security numbers and in your case, good credit. My guy deleted any trace of them being deceased and swapped the pictures. It's the easiest, cheapest and fastest way to get this done. Of course, there's pros and cons..."

When Sam tilted her head and Jack folded his arms, clearly not in the mood for guessing games…he held up his hands, "Okay, okay...so the pro is that any cursory check done on you will come back free and clear. The con is that this method is only good for a couple of weeks before there's a chance someone catches a discrepancy." He flips his hand nonchalantly, "And obviously if somebody actually goes to your residence in San Antonio, or talks to a family member, your cover is blown immediately."

Sam and Jack exchanged glances before looking back, as he continued. "Once you get where you're going, you should pay the money to get a couple of profiles built from scratch. Where are you guys heading anyway?"

Sam's eyes widened as she swung her head to Jack. "We didn't even get that far did we?"

Jack smirked, "Well I was going to talk to you about it this morning but…"

She rolled her eyes and elbowed him.

He held his side and laughed, "Okay so, I figure air travel is going to be too risky…facial recognition, too many layers of security…blah blah blah. Which leaves trains, buses and automobiles."

Maybourne chimed in, "Keep in mind, cars require more paperwork... registration and insurance."

Sam nodded, "Which means a train or a bus."

Jack cringed, "I vote train…the last time I rode Greyhound, it broke down in the middle of nowhere and I woke up with some kid's gum stuck in my hair."

Sam snorted. "So where then?"

"Well we can't stay stateside, so that leaves Mexico or Canada…and you know what my choice would be." His eyebrows raised excitedly.

She smirked and teased, "Well, your Spanish is excellent and I love burritos, so Mexico it is!"

He grabbed his chest and feigned a broken heart, "Doh! That hurts Carter…that really hurts."

Shaking her head, she acted disappointed and sighed "Okay, I guess Canada then…"

He flashed a big grin, his favorite accent sneaking through, "Come on eh? The Great White North. Home of the Canucks, maple syrup and bacon. Well heck, it's just a king size version of Minnesota up there dontcha know."

Sam huffed a laugh, "Alright, alright... to Canada by train." They both looked to Harry who had somehow found one of their protein bars and was taking a bite out of it as he sat on a small boulder, watching the show.

When he saw them looking at him, he stopped chewing and his eyes widened, "Don't look at me."

Jack gestured with his hand, "Well, Denver would be the obvious choice, hence the problem. Way too close and way too obvious."

Sam shrugged, "Salt Lake?"

They looked back at Maybourne, who stopped chewing again and raised his arms, talking around a mouthful, "Still… not me."

Jack spread his arms out and smirked, "Come on Hutch…we know damn well you didn't walk here."

Harry shook his head with a lazy grin, opened his mouth and then froze.

Jack watched Maybourne's posture shift and straighten. Watched his eyes focus in on something before tracking it up and over their shoulder. His eyebrows pulled together slowly…and then widened as he dove. "Ja…."

Jack was already pulling Sam to the ground behind the rock when the shot rang out; shielding her with his body as he withdrew his weapon. The loud crack of the large caliber discharge echoed through the air around them as he turned his head and saw Harry sprawled out on his stomach.

Jack tried to keep his voice low, "Harry!"

Maybourne wasn't moving. He was facing away from them and Jack could already see the blood seeping slowly onto the gravel away from his chest. "Shit."

Sam shifted on her stomach underneath him. He palmed her side and bent his head to her ear. "Stay low and run for the tree-line." He pointed forward and left of their position where the trees curved closer to the stream. "Run at an angle and I'll draw fire…ready?"

She un-holstered her gun and nodded, lifting her hand to squeeze his as she turned her head and met his eyes. The silent message she conveyed was received loud and clear…'Don't you dare get shot…I love you.' His jaw clenched as he nodded.

Jack scooted back off of her while she crouched low and waited for his count.

"On my mark," he whispered as he leaned forward onto his stomach facing the opposite direction, inches away from the edge. Gun raised, he pulled his right leg up and dug his instep into the gravel, ready to shift forward. He puffed out a breath, his body coiled like a spring. "Three, two, one…."