Annoying phone call #1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Stargate -- just borrowing a few characters for my own amusement.
“Carter.” Sam answered her phone while trying to slip on a pair of black walking flats she had packed. She and Rupert were meeting in ten minutes for lunch. She wasn't sure what form of insanity had caused her to agree to join him for another meal. Somewhere between the stuttering awkwardness and the obvious intelligence was a genuine man. An appealing, real, no-games man. She half-wished she could meet Rupert all over again in a year's time – when she wasn't grieving, under better circumstances, and when she might actually be ready to meet someone. Oh well.
Great. It was Jack. Why was he calling? He'd ordered her off base for two weeks leave. She had only five days. “Yes, sir?”
“I need you to come in and look at some rocks from PX... something or another.” She heard a shuffling of papers. “P3X-729. That's it.” Sam rolled her eyes. “Danny's having some trouble.”
“How soon?” Sam sincerely hoped it wasn't an emergency.
“Now would be good.” Jack's voice sounded serious, but the kind of serious that he used when he was attempting to manipulate her.
“You haven't left you house for five days, you might as well come in.”
“What?” Sam was confused. “I'm not home, sir. It will be at least six hours before I can be on base.”
“Carter, your car is in the garage where you parked it five days ago – you have papers stacked out on your stoop, and my money's on you still being in the same clothes you wore to base on Friday.”
Sam groaned. “You've been by my house?”
“Yes.” O'Neill's voice had that smarmy tone he got when he knew he had one-upped her.
“And you think I'm sulking in my room.”
“I know you are. I gave you time off to grieve – and take care of loose ends, not to go into a big funk. Maybe coming back in will give you a healthy distraction.”
“I'm in Vegas, Jack. Playing – getting distracted. I don't know if it's healthy... but.”
“Vegas? How in hell you'd get to Vegas, Carter?” Well, she'd managed to surprise him.
“Airplane.” Carter checked her watch. “I'm meeting someone in five minutes. Is it a real emergency?”
Jack wasn't convinced. “Who drove you to the airport?”
“He didn't mention it.”
“Did you ask?”
“No.” Sam heard Jack sigh. “I'll track him down. Fine, I'm just worried about you. So, you're meeting someone?”
“What's her name?”
“His name is Rupert Giles.”
“What sort of name is Rupert?”
“Sir?” Carter didn't want to be disrespectful, but, Jack was being.. Jack.
“Fine. Fine.” Jack was quiet for a minute. “How did you meet him?”
“I don't remember.”
“You don't remember!”
“I was drunk, sir.” Sam could feel her cheeks coloring.
“Carter!” Jack's alarm screeched in her ear. “He could be NID.”
“Oh.” Another quiet moment. “He could be British NID.”
“You are grasping at straws, sir. He works for a firm called the Watcher's Council.”
“The Watcher's Council? What do they watch?”
“I don't know. I think they are an information clearinghouse. They have connections with the British Museum and several universities.”
“Very well, Carter. Go enjoy your date.” Carter heard both the irritation in Jack's voice and the click of the phone. She wasn't sure whether he was irritated with her for going out with Rupert, or if he was irritated with himself for being wrong about her being home. Carter intentionally left her cell phone in her room.
Meanwhile at the SGC...
Jack stuck his head into the computer room. “Davis!”
“I want you to find all the information you can on a Brit by the name of Rupert Giles. He works for a company called the Watcher's Council.”