Chasing The Wind

By StarnightSam

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Hammond sat at his desk drinking his third cup of black coffee. His stomach churned and he had a bitter taste in his mouth. He’d just spoken with the President and was now waiting for Walter to make the arrangements for him to be in DC by tomorrow morning.

He didn’t like it. He’d hoped that the matter had been solved with his phone calls earlier, but this nosy detective’s snooping had alerted the wrong people. Now he wasn’t sure if the President would or could go alone with their earlier plans.

George hated being out of control, something he rarely had to deal with. Ninety nine out of a hundred times his decisions were final and never questioned. His only concern now was who knew the exact details of what Shanahan witnessed. He knew that Jack had left out the intimate details of two of his most important and top ranked officer’s first night together. Which was well and good, but Jack had hinted enough for him to know what Shanahan saw, to Sam’s mortification.

The question now was who did Shanahan tell and just what did he tell? George was good at his job and his best quality had always been the ability to protect his trusted officers when the situation warranted. Could he now?

Kinsey and his goons were always after the SGC and especially his premiere team, SG1. But that was old news to everyone, including the President. He hoped, no he prayed, because after all was said and done George was still a praying man. False gods were easy to explain and see through, but to him there was still no doubt that the real one existed.

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Pete sat at his desk. To say his feathers were still ruffled would be a bad metaphor. More like he had the red ass. His partner watched Pete for some time. They were close and he knew Pete well. Their lives depended on their knowledge and trust of each other. They worked together like a well oiled machine. But he knew Pete needed a little space with this one. This was personal and he’d bide his time before drawing him out. Pete hadn’t quite been himself lately and Jim had adopted a protective attitude toward him. He knew Pete would eventually overcome his pain but he knew from experience himself just what it had cost Pete to find his wife in bed with her lover. He’d been there himself. Never trusted another woman since.

But Pete was different from him and Jim knew it. Pete was a caring and loving person and needed the close contact of a relationship. Someone would come along and make his buddy happy again. He just hoped Pete didn’t self destruct as he had before he could heal. Jim turned to alcohol. It took him three years to break that death cycle.

But he could read Pete. He knew he was planning something, just not what. Pete had told him about the woman he’d recently met and Jim realized something was terribly wrong. Jim knew that when the chief asked for their case files along with the questions he’d asked him.

Jim had used Farrity himself, many times. They were all buddies, had been for a lot of years. But it never occurred to Jim that Pete would use Farrity for personal reasons. It was sort of a sacred cow, having such a personal link to the FBI. He really couldn’t believe that Pete would endanger that for a woman.

Poor Pete, he was worse off than he’d believed. Who else would he bring down with him? As much as he loved and respected his buddy he sure as hell hoped it wasn’t him. But in any case he’d be on Pete’s side. They were after all closer than brothers. They had each saved the other’s life on more than one occasion and that forged a bond that was closer than most marriages.

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Jack rolled over and suddenly realized he wasn’t in his bed. Memory rushed back into his sleepy head and he smiled. Big time. As he opened his eyes all he could see was a lovely shapely feminine leg and backside. He let his eyes travel up her body to her messy blonde hair.

Jack let himself revel in this experience. Waking up with Carter in her bed no less! And she was naked and almost completely out from underneath the sheet. He raised his head just a little not wanting to wake her just yet. He wanted to enjoy just looking. He’d wanted well over seven years just to see all of her! He intended to enjoy the sight.

He wanted to touch the silky smooth skin that covered her long toned legs and her sweet tight butt, but he knew he’d wake her. She was a light sleeper off world, but so was he. He wasn’t sure of her habits on world. Only time he’d been privileged to watch her sleep on-world was in the infirmary and she was usually drugged.

Her hair was slightly longer than she normally wore it. It made her look even more beautiful. He really liked the way its sassiness curled around her face and neck; he thought it made her look more feminine too. Only until this minute would he ever allow that thought to be voiced even inside his own mind. Now blonde wispy waves were sticking out from all directions. He smiled. He’d never forget this moment, his first time to watch her wake from her sleep after loving her long into the night, almost possessing her. It couldn’t be any better.

“Whacha thinking about flyboy?” She asked turning slowly to face him, her voice soft and sleepy sounding. His eyes locked on her breasts and his breathing became heavier.

“Well, until you turned over, I was thinking about those long legs and that sweet backside. Now.. Well…now…” His eyes were focused like rockets on her breasts and he softy ran his knuckles over her breasts stopping and catching a nipple between his middle and third finger knuckles.

Sam giggled. “Now you’re what? Thinking about my breasts?”

“No, not exactly. I’m thinking about kissing.” His lips met hers and his body gently rolled to cover hers. After long enough that the necessity of breathing forced he to stop, he asked, “Wanna get up for a while?” Love and desire filled Jack’s eyes.

“Only long enough for a bathroom break. Don’t go anywhere.” Her sultry voice was something he thought he’d never hear.

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Walter walked to the door of the general’s office. “It’s all ready, sir.”

“Great, thanks son,” he replied; only his voice didn’t sound to Walter like it was great.

“Walter, would you close the door behind you, please?”

“Sure,” Walter didn’t feel good about this. Something was in the air, and usually he was in the loop enough to figure it all out, but not this time. The general hadn’t even hinted at the problem. But Walter was sure there was one. He knew his boss too well to miss the signs.

Hammond sat back in his chair in deep thought. He needed to give Jack a warning, but he didn’t know just who already had info on them. He didn’t want to unnecessarily alarm them; he felt they deserved each other and some time to get it settled between them. In heart the general was a romantic. A big time romantic.

He’d been happily married for forty five years before he lost his wife and he couldn’t think of anything worse than what Jack and Sam had gone through. He knew from the moment they saw each other it was just a matter of time.

Sparks had not only flown around the briefing room that day but lit up the whole mountain. He’d witnessed those sparks get brighter over the years. It seemed that only the two of them were oblivious to the evidence that was left behind. They deserved this time. They deserved to be happy. The members of SG1 had actually given their lives on several occasions and they had given their heart and soul to this cause. George could do nothing less than try to protect them at all costs.

Signing and getting up from his seat, he hoped he was doing the right thing. George gathered his briefcase and walked out of his office. He’d decide after he talked to the President.

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Pete fetched his cell phone from his pocket and entered the sped dial number for Farrity. Forever! It seemed the wait was taking forever for Farrity to answer.

“Matthews.” The voice on the other end of the phone definitely wasn’t Dave’s. Pete held the phone away from his ear as if to ask if he’d dialed the right number, but it had cleared the digital readout.

“Uh… I’m looking for Farrity. He in?” Pete felt the bottom of his stomach reach his throat.

“No, he’s on leave.”

“Leave? How long?” Pete questioned.

“Don’t know. Look, I’ll get a message to him, but he won’t be back at this number. He’s being reassigned.” Matthews informed Pete.

“Oh…” Pete’s hesitation was evident.

“You want to leave your name and number?” Matthews broke into Pete’s thoughts.

“Yeah, sure. Just tell him to call Shanahan. He has my number.” Pete snapped the phone shut with a pop and tapped his fingers loudly on his desk.

“Reassigned……Awwweeshittt!” He spoke softly to himself but Jim had overheard his end of the conversation and he heard that last remark.

“Pete, what’s up?” Jim stood over him curiosity expressed over his board face.

“Let’s take a ride, don’t want to talk here.” Pete answered.

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Jack was searching for something to fix for breakfast. Anything. All he found was yogurt and a box strawberries and one of blueberries. He knew she didn’t cook, but he didn’t know that she didn’t shop either!

Sam sat at the bar watching him, softly giggling. “We could just order in.”

“Breakfast?” His eyebrows would top Teal’s any day of the week as they almost touched his hair line. “You want to order in breakfast? Where?”

She handed him the menu from one of The Deli Shoppe’s. “Breakfast?” He smirked. “Carter do you cook at all?”

“No, it’s just cheaper to order out. I’m never home long enough to use anything up, so I don’t shop for food, only drinks, cookies, ice cream, snack stuff.”

“Junk food! Carter I never knew you were a junk-a-holic!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sir!” She teased. “And besides, I have the fruit and yogurt for breakfast sometimes dinner too.”

He reached for her, pulled her to her feet and kissed her soundly on the lips. “But, I love what I know and I can’t wait to learn the rest.” He kissed her again. “Hungry!” He roared in a king of the hill tone of voice.

Sam giggled into his lips, “For food?”

“Yeah, that too. Need energy.” He smirked, “To keep my girl satisfied.”

She slapped his arm and smiled up at him. “Don’t call me that. I’m not anyone’s girl!”

“Really?” He looked apprehensive.

“Well, maybe. Yes….. Just don’t call me that!” She smiled back peaking up at him through her bangs that had made their way into her eyes, “That’s if you want to keep me “your girl.”

“Gotcha!” He let her go after kissing her once more. He picked up the menu and handed it back to her. “Order woman! I’m starved! Yogurt just doesn’t sound like it’ll do the trick.” Giggling she took the menu and picked up the phone.

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