Teal’c and the Trackdown
A/N: See chapter 1 for disclaimer, spoilers, notes on AU, and why Xander has his eye back.
Teal’c listened as ColonelCarter said, “Oh no. I don’t even want to think about it.”
He looked in the direction that DanielJackson was staring. About a block down the street was a two story motel. He calmly insisted, “That is an excellent induction, DanielJackson. I must study your inductive talents for my further work as a private investigator.”
“Big T, Private Eye,” teased Daniel.
“I believe that name has much to recommend it.”
“Indeed,” Sam agreed, in her deepest tones.
DanielJackson snickered a little, but Teal’c maintained his stoic façade.
Sam looked at her GIS map and muttered, “I hate to say it, but it’s our best option right now. Big T, you go play private eye at the front desk with the night manager, while Daniel and I bracket the motel.”
Teal’c just said, “In that case, I believe that I will need to drive the vehicle, so that the desk clerk does not see either of you.”
Sam nodded. “Give us a couple minutes to get into position, and I’ll give you a heads-up when it’s time.”
He nodded as he climbed into the driver’s seat and carefully adjusted it for his size. ColonelCarter was tall for a woman, but she was much shorter than he was, with shorter arms and a much shorter torso. She did have very long legs, which Teal’c had noticed any number of times, just as he had noticed that O’Neill had a difficult time not looking at ColonelCarter’s legs and rear when she was marching directly ahead of him. Teal’c did not think that – just because ColonelCarter was a great warrior and a brilliant scientist – she should have to ignore the fact that she was still a very attractive woman. But the forces of the SGC and the Tau’ri military had rules that were very different from those of the Jaffa and the Tok’ra.
By the time he had the seat adjusted to his satisfaction, DanielJackson had moved to a spot across the street from the open side of the motel. The motel itself was a large open square with access to the rooms on the inside of the square, almost as if it were designed to make it a defensible position in time of war. He was aware that the design of the motel made it much harder for criminals to sneak in to loot unsuspecting tourists or steal someone’s car. It also made it easier for a single clerk to maintain control of the chokepoint where people drove in and out. The one open side had a manager’s desk at the corner of the square. The rest of the motel was two stories of open walkways to motel doors.
ColonelCarter spoke over her radio. “Back side is nothing but tiny, glazed bathroom windows. No one’s going to be escaping from those windows unless they’re the size of a housecat.”
DanielJackson replied, “I’m in position across the street. There’s a good sized tree I’m lounging against so I’ve got protection.”
ColonelCarter said, “I’m coming all the way around now. Teal’c, wait until you see me infiltrate from the other side of the open side before you drive in.”
“Copy that,” said Teal’c.
“Copy too,” said Daniel.
Teal’c watched as ColonelCarter moved around to a short row of shrubbery. She moved expertly, going quickly, but not so quickly that she made a lot of noise. She took up a defensible position behind some cars parked in the motel parking lot. Then she clicked her radio and whispered, “Go.”
Teal’c carefully drove into the motel, parking under the covered way. He entered the manager’s office and got the attention of a skinny motel clerk who looked like he was more concerned with studying from a large textbook than in maintaining the safety of the people using the motel.
The clerk looked up and swallowed, his big adam’s apple bobbing. “Umm, howdy there big guy.”
Teal’c replied in his JackO’Neill imitation, “Howdy. I’m lookin’ for this woman. Have you seen her?”
The clerk took a look, ogling the girl in the picture. “Umm, yeah. She checked in hours ago with a guy. He paid with a credit card and everything. Is something wrong?”
“Yep.” Teal’c even made sure to pop his ‘p’ like O’Neill. “She’s off her meds. We’ve gotta get her back to the hospital before she does something. Something you wouldn’t want to happen in one of your hotel rooms.”
The clerk cringed. “Oh Jeez! Okay, they’re in room 212. And I think they’re pretty drunk, so don’t be real surprised if they can’t stand up or nothin’. Okay? She seemed a little weird, but they looked like… well, they looked like a cute couple.”
Teal’c insisted, “Can you tell me the name of the ‘guy’?” He was quite sure that the clerk was not supposed to yield such information, so he applied some additional intimidation.
“Umm, sure. Alexander Harris. Cleveland, Ohio. The girl kept calling him Xander and tryin’ to get him to hurry up. If you know what I mean.”
Teal’c said, “Yep, I do know.”
The clerk dug into a wall cabinet. “Okay, look, here’s a room key, but they probably got the security bolt on too. You can’t get that from the outside without one of these special keys for the deadbolt.”
Teal’c nodded slightly. “Thank you. We’ll try to get her back to her doctors as quick as we can, with no fuss. And then we’ll get your keys back to ya.”
The clerk smiled nervously. “Okay, that would be great, sir.”
Teal’c said, “Yeah, sure, you betcha.” He was quite sure he heard both ColonelCarter and DanielJackson snickering over the radio. He walked out of the manager’s office with keys in hand. He was fully aware that the conversation had been heard by his partners, so he only held the keys up for them to see.
ColonelCarter slipped out from her position between the cars and studied the room numbers. She kept an eye on room 212 as she motioned DanielJackson in from his position.
Teal’c watched as ColonelCarter silently directed him and DanielJackson to bracket room 212 with her. Teal’c went up the righthand stairs, while ColonelCarter moved up the lefthand stairs with DanielJackson a full flight of stairs behind her. They had the room surrounded, and they could easily block the narrow walkways on either side of the room. Unless Anise chose to jump through the plate glass window and leap over the balcony, they had her boxed in. And if Anise was so foolish to attempt something like that, they would use their weapons on her.
Right then, ColonelCarter looked like she was really hoping to have a chance to zat Anise right in the mik’ta
. He would never say so, but he looked forward to the event with great anticipation.
A/N2: In canon, mik’ta is a Gou’a’uld word for the posterior. Really.