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In a tasteful but simply appointed conference room some unguessed distance underground, they met Brigadier General O’Neill. Also, a Dr. Jackson was introduced, a younger man with a distinctly non-military demeanor, and they learned that the blonde lieutenant colonel was named Carter. The NCIS agents and most of the Air Force personnel took seats around the table. O’Neill seemed to try to set a relaxed tone for the meeting.
“Welcome to Colorado. How was your flight?” Gibbs was unsure if he was trying to be sincere, or mocking their investigation. Either way, he rejected the small talk…as usual.
“General O’Neill, we’ve come a long way for the wives of two men who died under your command. On the way, we’ve discovered that quite a few men and women have died at this command. I have to ask, how did all these people die? Why are they getting combat pay? And why are your people sniffing around my Agent?” At this, everyone turned to see Carter and Murray standing behind Tony’s chair. Carter stepped back guiltily, while Murray met everyone’s eyes with calm self confidence.
“Good questions,” O’Neill replied. “Good questions all. I’d sure be interested in the answers to those questions, if I were you. Daniel?” Everyone turned to look at Dr. Jackson. He seemed surprised to be tapped for answers, and hemmed a bit, slow to start. To no one on the NCIS side’s surprise, Gibbs didn’t let him get too far.
“General, are you going to give us answers or give us a run around? Just so I can properly schedule my day?”
“Well,” the general replied, “I really didn’t expect a bluff to work. I’ve read your file.”
“When did you read my file, sir?”
“Three years ago, actually. We have a multi-force command here, and we didn’t really trust the federal agency that has jurisdiction here. We were considering attaching different federal law enforcement personnel to the base for certain counterintelligence and other purposes.   It got too political, in the end, and we had to stay with…well, we couldn’t make a change. But your background checks did go through.” The general stared at the table for a moment. Abby glanced around and was struck by the way the Cheyenne Mountain personnel seemed to watch the general for a cue on how they were going to proceed. It reminded her of the way her coworkers watched Gibbs for the same reason.
It was visibly clear when O’Neill came to a decision. “Okay. I’ve got orders on how to proceed, here. But they won’t work. You won’t stand for it, and I don’t like it enough to be good at it. I’m going to make some phone calls. I’m going to see if I can convince certain people that you guys should be cleared for a complete data dump on… on the deep space telemetry radar effort. Come back tomorrow. With any luck, we’ll be able to come clean, and then we’ll see if you still want to make a case, here.” He stared at Gibbs while making this offer. No one in the room tried to pretend that anyone but the two of them were involved in making the deal. Gibbs looked deep into the other soldier’s eyes and gave a bried nod. “Tomorrow,” he said. They all stood, to return to the elevator. As they came around the table, Ducky glanced into the office at one end of the room.
“Is that Catherine Langford?” he almost yelled. He strode quickly up to the photograph on the wall. “It is. I knew her at University. What does an Air Force General have to do with an Egyptologist like Catherine?” He spun around, suddenly looking at Dr. Jackson with wide eyes. “And you’re Daniel Jackson! You were the one who thought the pyramids- It’s the Giza find, isn’t it?”
“One more word out of you,” O’Neill shouted, pointing at the doctor, “and it’s a violation of three different articles of the National Security Act. Shut up, and wait for tomorrow.” Dr. Mallard just smiled, then gestured as if zipping his lips shut. They continued to depart. Just as they stepped into the waiting elevator, the lieutenant colonel appeared at Tony’s elbow.
“So, got plans for tonight?”
“Actually,” he replied with a wide smile, “when I got up this morning, it was yesterday. I had planned on a nap, followed by a lot of sleep. Unless, of course, I get a better offer?” Carter gave him a wide smile. Kate rolled her eyes and looked away.
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Some time later, Gibbs entered the central room of their suite. Dinozzo was doing a last minute check in front of the mirror, while Kate was giving last minute advice.
“She wants something from you, Tony.”
“That,” Dinozzo bragged, “is the general idea of dating, Kate.” Satisfied with the Tony in the mirror, he turned the full attention of his smile on his partner. “And if she’s a good little colonel, she might get it.” Kate groaned and stormed into one of the bedrooms. Gibbs walked closer to Tony.
“She’s right, you know. For all their ‘nothing sinister’ promises, there’s something going on. Something dangerous.” Tony’s smile went out like a light.
“I know, boss. Believe me, much as I wish cute blondes would climb up from underground facilities to ask me on dates, I’m not blind to the realities here. But,” he shrugged, “maybe I can learn something from the questions she asks.”
“Bravely facing the brutality of dinner and dancing for the cause, eh, soldier?”
“Aye, sir. The few, the proud, the club hopping.” They both smiled as Tony swept out of the suite to meet Carter. Gibbs turned to see Kate returning to the main room. “Where’s Abby?”
Kate hooked a thumb over her shoulder to the room behind her. “Finishing up a web search for the Giza find, whatever that is. And Catherine Langford.”
“What did Ducky tell her?”
“Not a thing, Gibbs. He just smiles, and mentions the penalties for violating national security. He went out earlier to see some museum in the town. When Abby finally gives up, we’re going to go find something to do. Wanna come?”
“No,” Gibbs said, “never was much into girl’s night out.” They both turned as Abby came out. She was not happy.
“I swear, if I find out that thing IS on the web, and one more keyword from Ducky would have let me sort it out from the twenty million other pages with the word ‘giza’ on them…” She shrugged it off, or tried to. A few minutes later, Gibbs was alone in the suite. He stretched, and aimed for the sofa when a knock came at the door.
“What, forget your key already?” he asked, as he opened it. Outside, General O’Neill stood, in civilian clothes, holding a beaten knapsack. Gibbs let him in, a questioning look on his face.
“I don’t remember,” O’Neill started, “something that never happened. About 15 years ago, in a country our forces never operated in, when poor intel didn’t make the wheels come off of a black-ops fiasco, a marine unit didn’t take a beach long enough for my unit to get out.”
Gibbs nodded. “I may remember something like that happening.”
“I don’t remember it,” O’Neill said.
“Oh, right. I don’t remember something like that not happening,” Gibbs corrected himself with a grin.
“No, really,” said the general. “I was on my third shot of morphine by then. I don’t remember most of that month. Was there a hospital ship involved? I remember a very ugly nurse. Or a fat marmot. I’m not sure.”
Gibbs shrugged, sat on the sofa. “I don’t know, sir. You guys were over the horizon by the time I got off the beach. So are you here to tell old war stories?” O’Neill pulled a sixpack out of his knapsack.
“Seemed like a good idea. I’ve got the rank and the clearance to read files to find out who I owe thanks to. Belated thanks, but sincere. Sincere.” He waved a beer towards Gibbs questioningly.
“You know,” Gibbs pointed over at the wet bar, “We have a fully stocked bar here.”
“Yes, but those things are so expensive.”
“Air Force is picking up the tab. Davis said so.”
“We are?” O’Neill’s eyebrows perked up. “He did? Well, he would know.” As he strode towards the corner he said, “I assume the Corps has already performed a recon?”
“Oorah, flyboy. I’ll take anything on the middle shelf, general.” O’Neill turned at the mention of his rank.
“Please,” he asked, “if I’m going to get a buzz on, it’s ‘Jack.’ Okay?”
“Okay,” Gibbs agreed, “but I’m going to need to get a buzz on before I tell you ‘It’s Jethro.’”
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Early the next morning, Carter staggered into O’Neill’s office at SGC. Teal’c and Daniel looked up as she entered.
“Wow, Sam. You look like crap!”
“Thanks a lot, Daniel.”
“No problem. How did your date go?” Sam glared at her team mate for a second.
“It wasn’t a ‘date.’ I just got to know him, asked some questions, in a distracting environment.” She folder her arms on O’Neill’s desk and lay her head on them. “Until about 3 in the morning.”
“Did you learn anything?” Teal’c asked.
“Well, I definitely felt the naquata from him, no one else. But his eyes never glowed and he didn’t respond to anything I said even remotely connected to the Stargate. Oh, and apparently he only really needs to sleep once every six months.” She groaned. Daniel picked up a computer printout and asked, “Did he tell you he used to wear glasses?” She lifted her head.
“No. In fact, he read the menu prices from the cab at one stop. Bragged that he has better than perfect vision. He wore glasses?”
“Yep. Until he was about 7. Suddenly, he had 20/20 vision. Then, after he graduated college and joined the Baltimore Police, he was tested and had 20/10.”
“Is that even possible? For eyesight to get better?” she wondered. She’d have to ask medical.
“Why,” asked Teal’c, “would a Baltimore police officer join the Naval Criminal Investigative Service? Did he or a relative have naval experience?”
“Actually,” said Daniel, “I had a thought on that. According to his record, he had a number of different jobs for a while there. Then, about a week after Seth died, he applied for a job with a federal enforcement agency, and has been there ever since. One with close ties to the military, a wide jurisdiction, and a headquarters in Washington, DC.”
“You think there’s a connection?”
“Well, if you were a goa’uld on Earth, and you read that unspecified federal agents had hunted down another goa’uld, you might be interested,” he speculated.
“And,” Sam concluded, “you might want to be in a position within the government to learn about possible goa’uld hunts. It’s possible, I suppose.”
“When O’Neill comes in,” stated Teal’c, “we must convince him to make it a priority to identify the goa’uld within this Agent Dinozzo. Or at least ascertain whether or not he is such a host.”
“OH! O’Neill!” Carter started dialing the phone on the desk. “He was still at the hotel when I went home to crash. Drinking with that Gibbs guy. I’d better make sure he’s awake and on the way in.” Daniel and Teal’c watched the door as the general walked through it. He leaned on the doorway and watched Carter obliviously working the phone. “It’s ringing,” she reported.
“It’s going to ring for a while,” he announced. She jumped and slammed the phone down. “I turned off my answering machine when I got a beeper with caller id.” He took his chair behind the desk. “So what did you find out?”
“Nothing conclusive, sir. Teal’c and I both feel the presence of a goa’uld, but we can’t prove it isn’t just some strange exposure to naquata he ran into. I think we need to get an MRI done.” The general nodded as everyone watched him. Finally, Daniel asked, “What did you find out?”
“Nothing surprising,” he answered. “I think we’re going to have to at least fill Gibbs in on the whole thing.”
“Did you get permission to do so?” asked Teal’c.
“Not yet. But if we take his man into custody, we either convince him it’s necessary, or we’re going to have to take Gibbs as well.”
“Jack,” Daniel pointed out, “we’ve all been locked up for stuff like this. In most cases it’s been necessary.”
“Thing is, Daniel, we all understood the risk of that at the time. We’ve seen worse and weirder. What do you think we’d all do if NCIS arrested Carter in connection with a terrorist attack on Norfolk?”
“We would disagree.” Teal’c stated, with chilling finality.
“Unless….unless they could prove to us that it was true.” Carter said, thinking out loud. “Or at least that there was sufficient evidence to be worth investigating.” O’Neill nodded, looking down at his desktop. “Sir, are you thinking about the time I was locked up for having Jolinar in me?”
“Or,” asked Daniel, “are you thinking about what happened to Kowolski?” O’Neill looked up, made eye contact with his two friends. He might have been about to answer when the red phone on his desk rang. He answered it.
“Stargate Command, O’Neill…Yes, sir. Yes, Mr. President. Yes, I have. Alright. Well, sir, it’s my impression that if the Stargate Program had been a Marine effort at the start, there’s every chance that Special Agent Gibbs would have my job right now. Yes, sir. I think we should. Thank you, Mr. President. Okay, we will.” He hung up. Rubbed his forehead. “Have Davis get ready to give his bells and whistles presentation. The one for ambassadors and Joint Chiefs.”
“What about Dinozzo?”
“After we’ve done our best to explain the danger, we explain why we want to take a teeny peek inside their guy’s head. Teal’c, if they still take his side, there may be an opportunity for the snake to get away in the confusion. We can’t let that happen. We don’t want to tackle him inside the briefing room, but he cannot run out of there. Just…be ready.” Teal’c nodded solemnly.
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The members of SG1 skulked in the back of the briefing room as Major Davis summarized the history of the Stargate Project. By now, through repetition, the Major had a fairly polished presentation. Convincing props were available, most questions had been anticipated, and the team members agreed that only possible improvement would have been a visit from Thor.
“Or, maybe not,” Daniel said. “Abby there would probably want to inspect him for servos or other technology. And Mallard would just open him up for the hell of it.”
“Are you kidding?” Sam asked. “I figure he’s far more likely to turn out to have known the Asgards for years.” Her partners shared a look, shrugged, and returned their attention to the major’s presentation.    Teal’c stepped forward to display his stomach pouch. Film from other worlds was shown, and a live feed as an SG team returned was displayed.
Soon, despite Abby’s conspiracy accusations, Ducky’s exclamations of ‘Of course,’ and Magee’s attempts to correlate events with news items from the ‘hinky’ list, Davis finally finished. O’Neill then stepped up to the podium. The display screens blacked and airmen quietly removed the Zat gun, the goa’uld skeleton, and the other items of Davis’ presentation. With no distractions, the general had everyone’s attention when he spoke.
“Some time back, we opened the Stargate to make our regular contact with scientists investigating some Ancient ruins on P2X- well, on another world. By radio, we learned that a pack of some sort of predator had the scientists and their military escort pinned down…great big lizard-looking cat things, with poisoned stingers on their elbows. We sent a relief.
“Corporal Anderman was assigned to the research camp. He was attacked by one of the predators. Actually, one of the scientists was under attack, Anderman threw himself between the two, emptied his weapon into the beast, and managed to kill it with his combat knife. He died on that planet of wounds received.
“Corporal Spinelli was part of the relief effort. He helped hold the Stargate until everyone could be evacuated. In fact, he was the last man to step through, carrying one Lieutenant Akers with him. Just before we shut down the Stargate, one of the predators followed him through, attacked him from behind. He died on the catwalk, protecting the lieutenant, before the animal was cut down by security forces in the departure room.” The general stopped talking. He stood there, waiting for a response from the federal agents. Sam noticed she was holding her breath.    She watched Gibbs make eye contact with everyone in his group. Some nonverbal consensus was reached. She remembered experiencing that on more than a few missions, with her team. Finally, Gibbs turned back to the general.
“Well, Brigadier, I gotta say, the story seems to hold together. As a law enforcement officer, that either means you’re telling the truth, or you’re really rehearsed in this lie.” He paused, O’Neill nodded. “But you know, sir, the only way we’re going to completely buy this is to go through your Stargate.” He turned to his team, “How would we know we were on another world?”
“Gravity!” Abby said. “It’s something they can’t fake, if it’s a hoax.”
“A brief examination of any wildlife would probably be convincing.” Ducky offered, “Unless it was transplanted from Earth, chances are it’ll be drastically different.”
Magee leaned forward to mention, “Stars. If we’re far from Earth, the constellations would be different.”
“Pollution,” from Kate, “The world-wide spread of pollution in the atmosphere is a known level on Earth. Even if the other planet has industry, the level would be different.”
They continued to discuss the necessary nature of a world to prove to them they’d left Earth’s solar system. Some of the ideas surprised Sam, but then, she’d entered the program expecting to travel to the stars, not fearing the whole program was a hoax. Dinozzo did not contribute anything to prove or disprove interstellar travel. Sam felt it unusual for Tony not to join a discussion, but perhaps he held himself in restraint outside of his specialty. His colleagues didn’t seem to notice his silence. Then again, she admitted to herself, they were just a bit distracted.
Finally, O’Neill put an end to the discussion. “Alright! Fine. I understand your condition. But the problem is, there’s a security risk to allowing your team through the Stargate.” Gibbs stood up immediately, and started defending the integrity of his team.
“Actually, Gibbs….” He turned to see Abby, her hand slightly raised. “I can understand it. I have been in jail a time or two. I can stay behind, if it means you guys get to verify…”
“No, no, Abby,” Ducky interrupted, “if anything, they probably have a problem with me. I’ve been in more than a few countries, in my time, that are not on really good terms with the current administration.” Kate pointed out that it was probably not a security risk to the Stargate, but the risk to the nation of personnel going offworld. She’d been privy to several classified briefings while she was in the Secret Service, there was probably a policy statement somewhere preventing her from going offworld. Tony wondered aloud about the fate of the nation if this particular NCIS team were to be somehow lost between the stars. Gibbs turned and barked them all to silence. Then turned back to face O’Neill.
“Just what is the security risk of sending my team through the Stargate, sir?”
“Oh, nothing big. Nothing about work or criminal histories. Hell, we have a Jaffa on staff, we’re not in a position of moral superiority over Miss Sciuto’s past misjudgments or Dr. Mallard’s international contacts. It’s just that one of you’s a goa’uld.” Stunned, they all stared at him for a moment. Then looked at each other. Finally they noticed where O’Neill himself was looking. All eyes tracked his gaze to Special Agent Dinozzo. His eyes flashed a golden glow, then he shrugged, smiled and said “I mean you no harm.” All the NCIS personnel jumped at the timber of his voice. None of the SGC people were surprised.
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