Molly O'Connor had been a pink lady for fifteen years. She and her husband Jon had been married for over forty years. He had proposed on her nineteenth birthday. That night, he had climbed up to her bedroom window begging her to elope, and she had. At sixty, she had lost him one bright morning, to a heart attack.

Never one to give up on life, Molly had volunteered the day after his funeral, at Norfolk General Hospital. It was a job she loved. Four times a week Molly, known far and wide as "Sassy," pushed her cart around the polished floors, delivering letters, magazines and books.

Sassy never failed to bring her own brand of sunshine to the dreary lives of the bed bound and infirmed. She had an uncanny knack for cheering up the most ornery, depressed patients. The fact was, those folks were Sassy's favorites. She understood them all to well. Her Jon had been the same way, whenever he'd been ill or injured. She made a special effort to find time to play chess or read, to those in special need.

Today was no exception. She had arrived bright and early, making her rounds with her usual humor and dedication.

Now after a long six hours, she was headed home. As she left by the side entry, she spied two of her most recent favorites, sneaking along the neatly trimmed hedges, toward the street. Well they weren't exactly sneaking. How could one sneak, while leaning so heavily on a cane? Their body language and furtive glances, made it quite obviously that they were trying to leave the Hospital grounds, without detection.

Hastening to catch up to them, she inquired.

"What are you two scamps doing out of bed?"

Focusing in on the taller of the two she added.

"Jonathon where is your sling?"

O'Neill had heard the rapid footsteps coming up from behind. At first, he'd thought Kris had found them.

Turning painfully around, he spied Sassy. Her concerned expression, warning him he'd have to come up with one whopper of a story, to get around the well-meaning woman.

Giving Daniel a look of conspiracy, he plastered on an innocent smile, addressing her in his most cajoling tone.

"Oh, hey there Sassy. You finished for today?"

Sassy was nobody's fool. She had been married to a man very like the one addressing her now. Her Jon had been a Naval Commander for most of their forty years together and had on more than one occasion, tried the same tactic, the handsome Colonel, was trying on her now. She knew she was about to receive a "snow job." Oh yes, she understood the workings of his military mind all too well.

"Don't try the innocent little boy act with me, Jonathon O'Neill." She told him firmly.

"You two boys are up to something. I think it would be best if you tell me just what that is."

Noting the stubborn tensing of his jaw and shuttered look in his eyes, she grew thoughtful.

Although she had only known him for a short time, Sassy did know him well enough to understand, that if Jonathon was up and out of bed, in his present condition, he must be on a mission of great importance. She also knew, that once he had his mind set on something, it would take more than just concern on her part to change it.

"I cannot help you two escape, unless I know the mission is a worthy one." She added candidly.

Daniel gave Jack a slightly shocked smile; this lady was O'Neill's match.

"Guess we'll have to fill her in Jack, maybe she'll help us find a quick way to get to D. C." He whispered.

"Daniel, I may be old, but I am not deaf." Sassy told them, with a sniff.

Realizing that whether she helped them or not, they would still find some way to get to the Capitol, possibly causing themselves more harm, she added.

"If I take you two boys up to the Capital, will you tell me truthfully what is going on?" This way, she could at least keep a watchful eye on them.

Realizing he may have found a willing ally, Jack gave her an abridged version of the truth.

"Well Sassy, it is classified. I can only tell you that if Dr. Jackson and I, do not get to Washington ASAP, some very bad people may harm some friends of ours."

Molly "Sassy" O'Connor marched right up to Jonathon O'Neill, looking him in the eye and staring him down, weighing the truth of his explanation.

As he was more than a head taller, this was no mean feat. But, not much escaped her when she was paying attention. After all, she had raised two boys and a husband.

Jack gave her the courtesy of holding her intense gaze. Seeing the understanding in her large brown eyes, he nodded slightly, confirming that what he had said was the truth. Well sort of.

Making a decision, Sassy place her hand gently on Jack's arm.

"You know, if I were only a bit younger Jonathon I'd chase you." Grinning, amused by his sudden blush, she instructed."Wait here while I get my car."

Patting Daniel lightly on the shoulder, she then hurried off to collect her vehicle.

Daniel Jackson watched her hurry away, an astonished smile on his face.

"How did you do that Jack? I can't believe she actually bought that."

"Oh, she didn't exactly buy it Danny. She is way too smart for that." He replied grinning with admiration.

"No, it takes a special kind of woman to be married to a career military man. Sassy knows I only skimmed the truth."

"Then why is she doing this Jack?" Daniel asked puzzled.

"Because we asked her Danny." Jack whispered in awe.

"And because, she is still a military wife."

Shifting slightly, trying to take some of the weight off his throbbing leg, a sudden horrible thought assailed him.

"Daniel, what if she drives a Volkswagen Beetle?"

"Well then Jack, we are in for a very uncomfortable ride." Daniel said with a groan.

He was wondering just how they were supposed to accomplish this "mission." Both of them were much the worse for wear.

He had a splint on his damaged wrist, his ribs were braced, and it hurt to breath. Jack could barely put weight on his damaged leg and without his sling; it was obvious he was still having trouble using his left arm.

"Jack maybe we should rethink this."

Noting Jack's scowl he rushed on."I mean we are both in less than perfect shape..."

"Daniel, you know how much I hate clichés, but on our worse day, we are still a match for any ordinary bad guy." Jack informed him with bravado.

"Besides we have Sassy on our team." He added, as that lady drove up in a Black 2003 Jeep Grand Cherokee.

"Sweet!"

Pulling her automobile up close to the two, she parked it in a yellow zone. Then hopped out to assist the two injured youngsters.

Despite the fact she was 75 next June, Sassy O'Connor got around like someone who was fifty. She walked regularly and took care of herself. Few people would correctly guess her age, as she looked and acted years younger.

Never the less, Jack balked, when she attempted to assist him to the car.

"Sassy, I am perfectly capable of getting myself into the Jeep without your help." He told her, gently but firmly.

Ignoring him, Sassy grasped his good arm, taking his cane and pulling his arm around her shoulder.

"Now Jonathon, you just lean on me." When he resisted, she took on a motherly tone.

"Young man don't make me get rough with you!Behave and you can ride shotgun."

The horrified look on Jack's face, made Daniel cover his mouth, stifling a laugh.

The sight of the petite little woman, cowing the tall, tough Colonel, was just too rich! Knowing that any smart comments, would only earn him the patented O'Neill revenge. He gingerly climbed into the back seat with studied indifference.

Jack submitted to Sassy's mothering with a hidden smile. Her motherly approach reminded him of the time he'd broken his arm at ten. His own dear Granny had treated him much the same, at that time. In fact, Sassy was very like Grandmother O'Neill, both in looks and disposition.

He'd have done anything for his beloved 'Gran. ' She'd passed on when he was twelve and a large chunk of his heart went with her.

Shooting Daniel a 'don't you dare laugh' look, Jack noted he was already seated in the Jeep, an innocent look plastered on his face.

Unfortunately, his distraction cost him.

He bumped his injured leg against the open door of the Jeep. The staggering, searing pain, from the barely healed wound, made him break out in a sweat. Stifling a moan, Jack practically fell into the front passenger seat, panting.

Realizing he was in agony and needed time to recover, but would never admit it. Sassy took her time tossing his cane into the back and then, moving around to settle herself into the driver's seat.

Pretending to adjust her mirrors, she listened closely to his breathing, glancing at him sideways. She didn't like Jonathon's coloring. Catching Daniel's worried look in the rearview mirror, she made a decision. The boys wouldn't like it, but she knew hers was the right plan of action for now.

***

His aide summoned General George Hammond to the phone. Fully expecting to be told that Colonel O'Neill and Dr. Jackson, along with Captain Martin, were airborne, he was less than pleased, with the news Captain Martin had to impart. Less than pleased, but not surprised, as this was just what he had feared would happen.

"General Hammond Sir, I apologize. I underestimated the Colonel's... zeal." Kris Martin told him.

"I assume full responsibility Sir."

George Hammond smiled. He couldn't see her, but he knew by her tone that the Captain was at attention.

"At ease Captain. I am aware of the Colonel's zeal, as you put it." Fully aware of the wayward pair's injuries, he was concerned that the two would do themselves more harm.

"Lets just concentrate on finding O'Neill and Dr. Jackson, before they do any further damage to themselves."

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Kris considered her next statement carefully.

"Unfortunately Sir, the Colonel's morning lab work indicates he is fighting an infection. In addition, neither he, nor Dr. Jackson, took along anything for pain. I've tried reaching the Colonel on his cell phone without any luck, Sir. Knowing Colonel O'Neill, he'll be making his way to Washington D. C."

"Agreed Captain."

"I suggest you notify Agent Gibbs to expect company. Then head on up to NCIS headquarters yourself, I'm afraid the Colonel is going to need you more than he knows." He ordered her, worry evident in his tone.

Kris's worried annoyance was readily apparent in her reply. "Understood General. Dr. Black has given me the necessary drugs for both conditions. I just hope I find those two, before the infection escalates, Sir."

"Keep me posted Captain." Hammond instructed her as he ended the call.

Exasperated with this turn of events, he put in a call to Dr. Frazier, filling her in.

***

Jack had either fallen asleep or passed out. One minute he was fighting to gain control over the agony in his leg and the next, he knew only darkness.

Soft music penetrated the ebony abyss. Mozart, he thought, pushing his way to alertness. He was resting in the passenger seat of Sassy's Jeep. How long he'd been out of it, was uncertain. Judging by the position of the setting sun, it couldn't have been too long.

Turning slightly, he noted Danny was asleep in the backseat, his glasses askew.

Realizing they were headed west on a residential street, Jack cleared his throat.

"Ah Sassy, how long was I out of it? And just where are we headed exactly?"

Sassy smiled, he was so very like her Jon. He had a similar temperament, the same feigned patience in his tone, and the same need to be in control.

"Now Jonathon, before you say another word, let me remind you that both of you boys are still recovering from quite an ordeal. While I'm not fully aware of all the details, a gunshot wound is nothing to sniff at. As it is so late in the day, I'm taking you both home for some good food and a good night's rest." She informed him mildly.

"We'll set out early tomorrow, on this urgent mission of yours." She added.

"For crying out loud!I've been kidnapped!" Jack snorted, annoyed.

He wasn't fooled for one minute by her benign tone. She'd have her way and no amount of arguing on his part, would sway her. Had he thought she was very like his Grandmother? Gad, she was his Grandmother. Stubborn and mule headed...

"Don't fret Jonathon. You know I'm right. You are just too damn stubborn to admit it." She scolded him.

"If you care so little for your own health, think about poor Danny." She added, gesturing to the lightly snoring man in the backseat.

"The poor boy is exhausted!"

Amazed that his annoyance had failed to awaken the Archeologist, Jack capitulated. Danny must really be beat.

"Alright. But only for the night, at 0500 we are on the road. Understood?" He demanded in full hard ass, Colonel mode.

"Sir, yes Sir!" Sassy responded laughing good-naturedly.

"You'll love my apple pie Jonathon, I just bake it yesterday. Now don't tell me, let me guess, you mostly dine on take out. Am I correct?"

Unable to feign sleep any longer, Daniel couldn't resist filling Sassy in on Jack's poor dietary choices. Much to Jack's dismay, the rest of the fifteen-minute drive to her cozy ranch home, was spent discussing his need of a wife.

Sassy insisted they both rest while she prepared supper. Nudging Jack gently into a large leather easy chair, she tucked a pillow beneath his left leg, to elevate it.

Jack submitted without argument. He'd never admit it, but he was exhausted and in a good deal of pain. The arm still ached, and the leg wound felt like a hot brand had been put to it. Settling back, he closed his eyes to catch a nap, trying to ignore the pain.

Sassy seeing his pallor and noting the sheen of sweet on his upper lip, went to fetch him something for pain. Quietly, she handed him two tablets and a glass of water.

"What are these?" Jack asked. He always hated taking pills, even more so after all he'd been through lately.

"Ultracet, don't worry they are non narcotic. Just a mild analgesic my Doctor gave me when I wrenched my back." Smoothing his hair back with her palm, she implored him.

"I know you are hurting, humor an old lonely lady."

Jack looked her in the eye and squinted, with a wry grin.

"What old lady would that be?"

He tossed the pills into his mouth and downed the water, noting her satisfied smile.

Turning to Daniel she offered him the medication as well. He took one of the pills, along with a glass of water, without comment.

"Now, you boys rest while I take care of supper." She commanded, as she headed toward the kitchen once more.

Jack must have slept. It was full dark when he heard his name called softly. The pain of his injuries had lessened. Stiffly rising from the chair and hobbling along, he followed the sleepy eyed Daniel, into the dining room, where Sassy was setting out a sumptuous supper.

The heady aroma of mashed potatoes, carrots, baked chicken, salad, and hot rolls, made his mouth water in anticipation.

It wasn't often he was treated to an old fashioned meal like this one."Looks wonderful, thank you Sassy." Jack praised her, as he took the seat she'd indicated.

"I think I dreamed you mentioned an apple pie?" Daniel piped in slyly.

Laughing, Sassy confirmed his "dream".

"My you must have ESP Danny. We'll have hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream for desert." Taking her seat as he politely held her chair, she turned to Jack.

"Jonathon would you please say grace?"

Taken unaware Jack blushed. It had been years since he'd said a blessing. But, pleasing this sweet lady would cost him very little pride. Smoothly, he intoned the grace his Grandmother O'Neill had always asked him to deliver.

Despite the fact the food was delicious Jack had little appetite. He managed to pick at the food, eating just enough to satisfy his hostess. Then, as per Sassy's insistence, he returned to the big easy chair, feeling increasingly light headed.

Daniel had offered to help with the dishes, but Sassy had laughingly told him she did not need his help. So he wandered around the living room, trying to get the kinks out of his ribs and back, looking at the photos scattered here and there.

On the fireplace mantel was photograph of Sassy with her late husband, smiling brightly. The man could have been a relative of Jack's, he had the same build and look in his eye.

Another photo, was of the pair with a young man in a Navy pilot's uniform, standing solemnly in front of a large ship.

Sassy had walked up behind him quietly.

"That was my Sean, he died in Vietnam. He'd have been about Jonathan's age." She whispered softly.

"He was very like your Jonathan. I think he'd have liked you both very much."

"Jack lost a son too, although he was much younger. It takes a toll on your life doesn't it." Daniel commiserated quietly.

"It does that. No one should outlive their child." Sighing, Sassy pointed out another photo, this one of she and a young man, in cap and gown.

"This is my youngest, Ethan. He is about your age Danny and a bookworm just like you. He is a professor of English literature at Harvard." She informed him proudly.

Jack sat quietly, listening to the exchange. He understood the heartache Sassy had endured all too well. Closing his eyes, he drifted to sleep.

Sometime later, Daniel noticed Jack sleeping soundly in the big chair."I suppose we should wake him and move him to a bed." He whispered.

"No, he'll be just as comfy in the chair. My Jon used to sack out there often. He said it was like sleeping on a cloud." She said with a wistful smile.

"He looks so peaceful. Besides, I think moving him right now will cause him more pain."

Covering him with a blanket, she bent to kiss him on the forehead. His forehead was way too warm against her lips.

"Daniel, I think he is running a fever. Perhaps he over did it today."

"You are probably right." Daniel agreed."Don't worry, a good night's sleep may be all he needs. Jack is a tough one." He reassured her, hoping it was the truth.

Sassy was hanging Jonathon and Danny's jackets up, when she felt a vibration in one of the pockets. Investigating, she found it was a cell phone. Flipping it open, she placed it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is Colonel O'Neill there?" A very worried Kris Martin inquired.

"This is his aide, Captain Martin. May I please speak with him?"

"Oh hello Kris, this is Sassy O'Connor." She replied.

"I'm afraid the boys are sleeping. What can I do for you?"

Kris had met the pink lady known as Sassy, the day before, making her daily visit to Daniel and the Colonel.

Arriving at the open door of their Hospital room Kris overheard a playful, bantering, conversation, between the normally cranky during recovery, Jack O'Neill and an unknown woman. Making her way quietly through the portal, Kris spotted Daniel first, sitting in a chair near the window, a bemused look of wonder on his face. Catching sight of Kris, he put his finger to his lips in the universal gesture for quiet. A woman in volunteer pink, was chastising the bed bound O'Neill, regarding an illegal chess move he'd apparently just attempted.

Jack O'Neill, a chessboard spread across his bedside table, gazed at the tiny woman, using his patented innocent puppy dog look.

"Sorry Sass. But, since I'm new to this chess stuff... I'm still not very familiar with just how the horses move around."

Daniel Jackson snorted with laughter.

'Gad,' he thought, 'what a liar,' Jack regularly beat Daniel and anyone else who dared oppose him, at the game. This was the second day in a row, that Jack had pretended to be learning the game. He'd confided to Daniel, that he was posing as a novice, to please the eager older woman. Seeing the playful look in Jack's eyes, as he attempted to fool her once again, he could no longer suppress his laughter.

Sassy hearing the barely audible laughter, understood she was being handed a line.

"Don't try to pull the wool over these aged eyes young man." She admonished him.

"You just cannot stand to lose!One more act of subterfuge and you forfeit the game."

"Yes Ma'am." Jack said with contrition.

"Just remember if I win, you bring me a pizza... This Hospital food is killing me."

"I agreed to bring you an extra helping of pudding Jonathon, pizza was your idea." Sassy informed.

"Be grateful I am willing to disobey Dr. Black even that much."

Pouting slightly, Jack responded respectfully.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

The very fact that he treated the spunky lady with such respect, alerted Kris that Jack had developed a fondness for the woman. Noticing her at last, Jack had introduced the two women.

"So you are the young lady responsible for keeping this young scamp in line." Sassy stated as she patted Jack's arm, smiling warmly at Kris.

Noting Jack's 'don't you dare laugh at this' expression, Kris took the older woman's hand in hers, smiling into her sparkling brown eyes. Brown eyes that contained the same twinkle of mischief she often found in Jack's.

Kris immediately understood just why the Colonel was so playful with her. The lady before her had that wonderful charisma one associates with a favorite Aunt. The two women had immediately hit it off, teasing Jack about his "little boy" antics and behavior. Kris had looked forward to another encounter with the impish older lady.

But right now, Kris was concerned about the Colonel and Daniel's safety, and had little time for small talk.

"Mrs. O'Connor where exactly are the boys?" She demanded firmly.

"Not to worry your pretty head dear, they're safe and sound with me." She replied vaguely.

She'd made Jonathon a promise and she was loath to break it.

Realizing the woman had been taken in by the O'Neill charm, Kris tried to reason with her.

"Mrs. O'Connor, the Colonel... Jack is still very weak from the gun shot wound and fighting an infection. He needs further treatment."

"An infection you say?" That would explain his warm brow, lack of appetite and pallor."What kind of treatment?"

"Ma'am, Jack really needs medical attention. He was on antibiotic therapy, and without continued use of that medication, the wound infection could become dangerous." Kris explained patiently.

"What antibiotic was that Kris dear?" She asked sweetly, hoping to pump the younger woman for more information.

"He was receiving Zithromax intravenously, among other things. We were to begin oral administration of that drug, when he went AWOL."

Trying to maintain her composure, Kris continued.

"Please Mrs. O'Connor I am very worried."

Sassy hated to worry the young woman, but a promise was a promise. Besides, she had several kinds of antibiotics right here in her medicine cabinet. She'd dose Jonathon and all would be well.

"My, just how much Zithromax would a man his size take?"

"Oh a Z-pax dose is about 250mg a day." She informed her absently.

"Look Mrs. O'Connor, right now I'm in Washington D. C. at the NCIS headquarters. But, I can have a car sent to where ever you are for the Colonel." Kris suggested urgently.

"I assume Dr. Jackson is well?"

"Oh Danny is doing fine. But if Jonathon is fighting an infection he needs his rest." Sassy advised her.

"I cannot allow you to disturb them Kris dear. We will see you sometime tomorrow, at the NCIS as you call it. Goodnight Kris."

Ending the call, she shut off the cell phone.

Padding into the bathroom, Sassy opened the medicine cabinet. Looking through her collection of prescriptions, she found the Z-pax, carefully double checking that it was indeed Zithromax.

'Bingo' she'd thought so. Last year, suffering from a case of cellulites, she'd been on this medication for several weeks. Her Doctor had written a refill and ever prudent, she'd filled it. Fetching a glass of milk from the kitchen, she returned to the living room to wake Jonathon. Mindful, that military men often lashed out when awakened in unfamiliar surroundings, she was careful to keep her distance till he recognized her.

Jack was dreaming he was back at the SGC. At first he thought it was Janet who'd awakened him. Trying to focus, he realized it was Sassy.

"What is it Sass?" He asked groggily, his head felt 'woozy' and he was overly warm.

"Kris Marin just called on your cell." Noting his alarmed expression, she rushed on.

"Don't fret dear, I didn't tell her where we are. But, she says you have an infection and need antibiotics. I coaxed her into telling me which one. As providence would have it, I have some right here. So I told the dear girl, you boys are alright with me, and we'd see her later in Washington."

Despite feeling rotten, Jack had to smile. What an ally he had in this feisty lady. Taking the pills and the milk, he made short work of them.

"You are better backup, then a whole platoon of Marines, Sass." He praised her.

"I hope I'm not making a mistake Jonathon." Sassy worried.

"But, a promise is a promise. However, if you start feeling worse, we'll need to rethink our plan." She cautioned him.

"Now lets get you off to bed. Danny is already tucked in for the night."

Allowing Jack to lean on her for support, Sassy guided him to the vacant guest room. Handing him a pair of pajamas, she offered to assist him into them.

"They were my late husbands, I think they'll fit you well. Danny fit into a pair quite nicely."

"I think I can handle it." Jack reported with irony.

It turned out to be more difficult than he'd anticipated. But, after a brief struggle he'd managed to get into the bottoms. Foregoing the shirt, as it was just too much effort, Jack bedded down for the night.

***

Back in Washington at the NCIS, Kris pulled the handset away from her ear."Damn! She hung up!" She exclaimed.

Abbey, who had been busy by her side on the computer, attempting to track the call, shook her head in disgust.

"I can't get past all the security safeguards Kris... If she had just hung on a few more seconds..." She sighed irritated.

"Can we call or tap into the Hospital records from here? Then we could locate Mrs. O'Connor's home address and phone number. At least we know they are with her." Kris wondered.

"She said they were sleeping. Either they are staying the night at her home, or they've stopped at a Motel, or Inn, somewhere."

This was crazy. What role Sassy played in all this was still a mystery. Kris had been so focused on the Colonel's health needs, that she had neglected to ask any further questions.

"Negative, its too late in the day, the records department would be closed. But, I think we have an ace in the hole. A cyber buddy of mine may be able to help." Abbey mused.

"Cyber buddy?" Kris repeated, still confused.

"Yeah, well he is more of a boy toy."

Taking in Kris's impatient expression she continued.

"Ashton is a technical advisor of sorts for NASA, he may be able to track the Colonel's cell phone."

"Doubtful, it's a secure line... Look at the difficulty we had. I don't think he'll have the clearance." Kris informed her.

"Ha! You'd be surprised."

Abbey was busy making the necessary Internet connections. A bearded, scholarly, fellow was soon visible on Abbey's screen.

"Hey Ashton, got a gig for you. Are you game?"

The bearded young man smiled broadly and winked at Abbey. "Anything for you Abbs... Who is your cute friend?"

"Reign in the testosterone Ash... This is official business. We need your expertise." Abbey cautioned him.

"I'm your man. Fill me in." Ashton replied all business now.

Abbey and Kris filled the man in quickly. Nodding, Ashton's hands were already flying over the keyboard at his fingertips.

Thirty minutes later, Abbey was becoming mildly impatient. Kris was pacing back and forth, a look of worry creasing her brow, when Ashton expounded.

"Hot damn!I found it!"

"You are the man Ash." Abbey praised him.

"You tracked the Colonel's cell?" Kris asked hopefully.

"Nope, too secure... Oh I could given more time, but I found a better solution." Ashton reported smugly, still laboring over the keyboard.

"I'm sending you Mrs. O'Connor's private unlisted number and address."

Relieved, Kris offered him her most dazzling smile."As the Colonel would say, sweet!"

"Indeed." A deep voiced intoned.

Turning around, the two women took in the presence, of three black clad figures in the shadows, stepping forward into the light.

"Guys!" Abbey crowed."You scared the crap out of me!"

"Thank God!" Kris ran forward and hugged the big Jaffa.

Kris couldn't help it; she was almost at her wits end. She was a Nurse for crying out loud not a field officer.

"T'... Ah... Murray... I've been at my wits end here." She exclaimed, her face buried in the big man's embrace.

Teal'c gently returned Kris's hug. He too was very concerned about O'Neill and Daniel Jackson, especially after his recent conversation with Agent Gibbs and DiNozzo.

"Good job Abbey." Agent Gibbs told her quietly.

Turning to the third man he ordered.

"DiNozzo, give the Major a call and fill her in."

Refocusing his intense gaze on Abbey, he added.

"Abbs, see if you can get this Mrs. O'Connor on the phone."

Still in "Murray's" gentle embrace, Kris calmed herself, pushing away to look inquiringly up at the taller man.

"What is going on? When did you get here?"

"Major Carter is currently coordinating events with Agent Barrett, while I have been assisting Agent Gibbs." He informed her.

"General Hammond returned us to NID headquarters this morning, after learning Sullivan may not be the only threat to O'Neill."

"What?" Kris asked her alarm increasing.

"I thought we eradicated those vermin. We have to do something, the Colonel is still not strong enough to fight off another attack!"

Gibbs found this side of Captain Martin very attractive. She was far feistier, than his first impression had allowed.

"Easy Captain. Major Carter and Barrett are already airborne... Once we get the correct coordinates they'll be tracking down your wayward Colonel." He told her with confidence.

Smiling with relief, Kris sought further explanations.

"Good to know. Now what other threatare we talking about exactly?"

"Abbey attempted to match the partial fingerprint found at the Pharmaceutical lab, to Sullivan. It was close, but unfortunately didn't match." Gibbs elaborated.

"We informed the NID, at which time they informed us, that Sullivan has an identical twin... A fact they neglected to report to us."

"And which you, neglected to pass along to me Abbey." Kris told her with chagrin.

"Need to know Captain." Gibbs cut her off quietly.

"Besides, after what you and O'Neill pulled, I'd expect you to understand."

Kris bit back any further retort. He was right. She had been duplicitous. Nodding, she reached out and grasped "Murray's" hand, squeezing it for comfort.

Teal'c, nee Murray, allowed her to hang onto him. He understood that this was her way of gleaning strength from him. The Captain had proven a most capable and valiant protector for his brother warrior O'Neill. But she was after all a healer, not a warrior.

Abbey was busy dialing the phone, while DiNozzo made a connection to Major Carter. The phone at the O'Connor household rang once, and then went dead.

Abbey tried the connection again, but this time received only the sound of the rapidly repeating busy signal, alerting her that the line was no longer in service.

"I think we have a new problem Gibbs." She reported.

***

The jarring ring of the phone woke Sassy instantly. She'd always been a light sleeper. Picking up the handset, placing it sleepily to her ear, she found it was dead.

Fully awake now, she also noted the electricity was out, her clock and bedside lamp, non functional.

Reaching unerringly into her bedside table drawer, despite the darkness, she found her gun. It had been her husband's own personal side arm. He'd taught her to be quite the marksman, and she knew full well how to use it. Checking to make sure the safety was off, she slipped quietly out of her room and down the hall.

Danny's room was quiet as she glided past.

Nearing the room where her other houseguest was currently supposed to be resting, she heard the unmistakable muffled sounds of a struggle. Taking a deep calming breath, just as she had been taught, she grasped the doorknob, silently swinging the door inward. Her eyes fully adjusted to the faint glow of moonlight, took in the sight of a dark figure, holding a pillow over the face of the fiercely struggling, and injured man.

"Stop!" Sassy commanded.

The dark figure, used one hand to keep the pillow in place over Jonathon's face, pulling a long and deadly knife from his belt, it's blade glinting hideously in the faint light.

Just as he made to plunge it into Jonathon's bare chest, Sassy fired her weapon with feral accuracy. Not once, but several times. 'I'll not lose another one of my boys to this kind of evil again!'She thought.

The dark figure dropped on top of the still struggling man on the bed, just as Daniel rushed into the room. Another dark figure jumped the sleepy Archeologist from behind, placing a knife to his throat.

"Drop the gun lady, or I'll cut his throat." The masked man growled.

Jack had thrown the pillow off his face and was attempting to roll the dead body off him, with difficulty. The impact of the dead weight against his injured leg had done nothing for his pain threshold. Not to mention, the inability to breath, due to the pillow pushed forcefully over his face.

Shaking his head to clear his vision, he was further startled to see little Sassy, holding a gun, trained on a dark figure in the faint light, with what appeared to be a knife against Daniel's throat. 'Crap' He thought, 'what next? '

"Young man, I do not want to kill you. But, I will, unless you release Daniel immediately." Sassy informed him in a sepulchral tone.

"Listen old lady, in this dark room, you'll most likely kill the book boy here. Go ahead make my day!" He snorted, tightening his grip on Daniel.

"Now give me that gun, or I will slit his throat." Increasing the pressure of the knife just enough, he nicked Daniel's skin to emphasis his point, and make the captive man gasp.

"I believe you." Sassy said as she fired deliberately.

Jack, still twisted in his sheets, watched in shock. The man holding Daniel crumpled. Daniel turning to one side, reached up to push away the knife as the man collapsed. Jumping away from the limp form, he reached out to take the knife from the dead hand. Stunned by what had just happened, he then turned to look at the calm woman, as she moved past him, informing the stunned men, she was going to "check the perimeter for more unfriendlys."

"Jack what just happened here." Daniel began in a stunned voice.

"Sh! Help me up here Daniel." Jack whispered urgently.

"There may be more of them."

Once Daniel had assisted him upright, Jack further instructed Daniel to search the dead men for weapons. Using his good hand, Jack found a gun in the pocket of the assassin, who'd been suffocating him earlier.

Checking to make sure that the safety was off, proved awkward with his still weak left hand. But he grimly accomplished it, none the less.

Except for Daniel's harsh breathing, the house was silent.

Worried that something untoward had happened to Sassy, Jack moved forward as silently as possible, ignoring the screaming agony, of putting his full weight on his injured leg.

Daniel armed with the knife, followed closely behind.

As they rounded the corner approaching the living room, Jack spied a dark figure, knife aloft, hovering behind the valiant woman, about to strike. Shifting the gun to his left hand and grabbing the knife from Daniel with his good right, Jack threw it with dead on accuracy, hitting his mark.

The sickening sound of a knife plowing through flesh, caused Sassy to spin around.

Luckily, this prevented the downward motion of the assailant's knife, from impaling her. Instead, it glanced off her extended gun, causing her no harm.

Nodding her thanks, she continued her advance into the kitchen, like a seasoned veteran. 'Hot Damn!' Jack thought, he could use someone with her steady nerves back at the SGC.

Daniel checked the third assassin and found he was dead, as well. 'Three down', he thought grimly.

Jack had followed Sassy into the kitchen, finding it was 'clean. ' A sweep of the house turned up no 'further threat. '

However Jack was not reassured. They most likely had backup.

"Sassy, get dressed, we need to leave ASAP. Daniel, give me a hand."

Dressing quickly, with Daniel's assistance, Jack formulated a plan. They needed to get the hell out of here, before any more "unfriendlys" came by. Now fully clothed, he made his way to Sassy's room, while Daniel dressed.

He found the lady dressed and using a small flashlight surreptitiously, as she rummaged around in her closet.

"Before you ask Jonathon," she whispered calmly.

"I'm getting more ammo for my gun. We have to make a run for it don't we?"

"Yes Sass. Where exactly is my jacket? We need the cell phone." He asked her, admiring her continued calm.

"I slipped it into my sweater pocket earlier." She informed him pulling it out and handing it to him.

Hitting the speed dial he made a quick connection to Agent Malcolm Barrett's private cell phone."Barrett."  The man's voice barked loudly.

"Barrett, this is O'Neill." Jack began.

He could hear what sounded like the loud hum of a helicopter, in the background.

"Requesting backup."

"What is your situation O'Neill, we are less than three clicks from your current position." Barrett interrupted him.

"Have taken out three hostiles, no casualties as yet. Preparing to bug out..."

"Negative Colonel, we've got your six. ETA less than four minutes, hunker down... Wait for the backup." The unmistakable voice of Major Samantha Carter informed him.

"Understood. Good to hear your voice Carter. O'Neill out."

Jack severed the connection. Just as Daniel rejoined them.

"Jack," he whispered urgently.

"Someone is moving along the roof... I could hear it in my room."

"Boys we need to barricade ourselves in, until the Calvary arrives." Sassy whispered sagely.

"I've got just the place... Come in here." She said pulling Jack into her large walk-in closet.

Shinning her small flashlight on the back wall, she pressed a coat hook, which swung open a hidden door. Peering inside, Jack was just able to see a short flight of steps, illuminated in the dim light and leading down into the darkness.

"Watch your step Jonathon, it's steep."

After the two injured men reached the bottom of the stairs, Sassy followed, closing the hidden door, while the two waited in the dimness for her.

Once she'd reached the bottom of the stairs, Sassy took the flashlight from Jack, shining the small light on what appeared to be a metal door, much like those used on submarines.

"Open the hatch Danny." She instructed.

"This is a by product of the cold war. You are probably too young to remember, but once upon a time, most folks had such hiding places."

The door swung open, allowing them to enter a nine by ten bunker. Sealing the hatch from the inside, Sassy flipped on a back up battery system to power the lights. Two sets of bunk beds lined one wall, can goods stacked neatly to one side, along with containers of water. A small table and folded chairs against another wall, were the only other furnishings.

"My late husband never really got around to fully completing this air raid shelter." She said wistfully.

"When he was stateside, we spent most of our time enjoying our boys. Then one day the cold war was over. So, we left it here as a hurricane center of sorts."

"Is this thing made out of submarine parts?" Daniel asked.

"Yes Danny. Jon liked the idea of using the scrapped bits, of an old world war two sub, as his last defense against the ravages of war." Sassy told him fondly.

"He must have been quite a man." Jack whispered with admiration.

"He would have been real proud of you tonight Sass."

Shrugging off the compliment, Sassy sat down on the edge of one of the bunk beds with a sigh.

"I don't think we are out of the woods yet boys."

"Now what Jack?" Daniel asked.

"Now we wait, quietly. Sit down and listen Daniel."Jack told him, finding a seat on the bunk across from Sassy.

"No need to worry Jonathon, this baby is sound proof." Sassy assured him.

Noting his look of doubt, she whispered with a wink.

"Jon and I tested it a few times."

Laughing despite the situation, Jack eased himself down on the bunk for a nap."In that case, wake me when the Calvary gets here."

"That is a fine idea Jonathon." Sassy agreed lying back on her own bunk and closing her eyes.

Daniel smiled at the two. They really were simpatico. Adjusting his chair, so he could rest his feet on the table, he too drifted off.

***

Above them another drama was playing out. The NID chopper carrying Major Carter and Agent Barrett, hovered over the modest neighborhood, that Sassy called home. Sam Carter peered through the night scope attached to her P-90, spotting an "unfriendly" on the O'Connor house rooftop. Taking careful aim she squeezed the trigger. Her aim was true, the noise from the Chopper drowning out the rifle's report, as the unfriendly toppled off the roof to the ground.

"Nice shot Major." Barrett praised her. Wearing night vision goggles, he pointed out two more dark clad figures, moving around at the back of the house. Unfortunately, they had moved out of range."Set her down Evers." He ordered the pilot."We've got 'wolves' at the back door."

As the Chopper landed in the street directly in front of the O'Connor home, a dark Van sped off, away from the scene. Barrett noted it, alerting his ground backup not to lose them.

Sam was already on the run, moving toward the back of the house. Spotting the two unfriendlys or "wolves", she got off a couple of shots, killing one and wounding, the other.

Taking fire from a third behind some trees, she hit the dirt, rolling into a thick bush. Agent Barrett slid in next to her, returning fire for cover.

Scanning the perimeter, he was able to make out the position of the shooter, radioing it to his men. Suddenly the area was lit up, as a blast took out the man's position. Shocked, Barrett turned to gaze at the woman beside him. The Major had become a tad impatient and tossed a grenade.

Smiling, he reminded himself, that this was not her first such firefight. He was damn glad she was on his side. Sam for her part, was anxious about the Colonel and Daniel's welfare. She was done with pussy footing around. As soon as the smoke cleared sufficiently, she was up and running toward the house.

The area behind the house appeared to be clean. Once Barrett caught up with her, they made their way into the house. Using caution, they took out two more armed assailants, in the kitchen area, before it was over. Three more armed men inside the fleeing Van, were cornered, and eventually captured, by the NID backup team.

Despite a thorough sweep of the house and grounds, they could not find Daniel, the Colonel, or Mrs. O'Connor. Instead, they found three black clad, and dead unfriendlys.

By this time a second helicopter had landed, with Kris, Abbey, Gibbs, DiNozzo, Dr. Mallard and Teal'c nee Murray, aboard. They repeated the search, without success.

"Well Major when your Colonel hunkers down, he does one fine job of it doesn't he." Gibbs stated ironically. Turning to Agent Barrett he asked, "Any chance they were abducted by more unfriendlys?"

"Negative. We've got them all." Barrett assured him."Try his cell phone Major Carter."

"Already tried that, there is no answer." She responded.

"Whenever O'Neill feels it is safe, he will no doubt contact us." Teal'c nee Murray said confidently.

"In the mean time, lets see if we can ID the dead perpetrators, shall we." Gibbs suggested wryly.

As they had been busy searching, only a cursory examination had been made of the three dead men found in Mrs. O'Connor's living room, hall, and a bedroom.

Ducky Mallard, enlisting the aide of DiNozzo, began his preliminary exam of the dead. Whistling softly at the blade sticking out of the first man's neck."Severed his spine at the fifth vertebrae I'd venture. Wonderful aim, I assume it was your Colonel's work, Major Carter."

"The other two were shot at point blank range, Ducky"Gibbs informed him."One took four bullets to the chest, the other a shot right through his left eye. Looks like they were dead before they hit the floor."

"More of the Colonel's handy work, no doubt." Ducky remarked distractedly.

"Remind me not to get in the Colonel's way." DiNozzo quipped.

"Why would you need reminding Agent DiNozzo?" Teal'c inquired, raising his left eyebrow questioningly.

"I hate to be a worry wart, but it has been over two hours since we last heard from Colonel O'Neill." Kris interjected."He . they could all be lying somewhere injured, while you make stupid jokes."

"We are all just peachy Captain." Jack overheard the exchange, as he, Daniel and Sassy, had emerged cautiously from their hiding place. Jack had gone first, as usual, Daniel covering his six, with Sassy in the middle.

"Jack... Ah Sir!" Kris jumped, surprise etched over her features. Relieved by the trio's sudden appearance in the hallway.

"O'Neill, Daniel Jackson. It is good to see you well." Teal'c bowed his head slightly.

"Colonel, are you all right, Sir?" Major Carter asked, her military mask firmly in place.

"Just where the hell have you three been hiding, O'Neill?" Gibbs demanded with admiration. He had to admit, that the Colonel, was one hell of a fine Officer.

"Need to know Gibbs." Jack told him with a grin."Now fill me in, on what went down."

"I think that's what we should ask you, Colonel O'Neill." Agent Barrett piped in.

"I asked first Barrett." Jack informed him in full hard assed, Colonel mode."Don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes Sir." Major Carter responded running interference between the two men; she quickly filled the Colonel in.

Once the Major had finished, Kris noticed, Jack was not as "Peachy" as he was letting on. A blood stain had appeared on his left pant leg, slowly spreading out over his thigh. He was pale, sweating and listing, to one side.

Jack listened to Carter's report, all the while trying to deny just how rotten he was feeling. Once the adrenaline rush had faded, it was all he could do to keep his head clear. Slowly the room shrunk, until it was just a pinpoint, then he saw only darkness.

Realizing, Jack was about to collapse, Kris had run forward to catch him, Teal'c hurrying to assist her. Together, they laid him on the vacant sofa.

"Jonathon!" Sassy gasped with dismay. Turning to the silently staring Ducky Mallard, she demanded."It is apparent you are the Doctor here sir. I suggest, you leave the dead for later and tend to the living."

Rousing himself, Ducky moved to aid the Colonel."Of course Madam. Gibbs, is that ambulance still outside?"

Kris had already reassured herself, that the Colonel was unconscious, and not, as she at first had feared, dead. Ripping open his pant leg, she was greeted by the saturated mess, which had once been a fresh dressing. Ducky pulled a large packet of gauze from his examining kit, while Kris removed the offending dressing. The wound, which had been healing quite nicely two days ago, when Kris had last seen it, now looked grossly infected. The stitches had popped, no longer forming a seal, allowing bloody pus, to leak forth from the ugly and ragged opening.

"Actually it is a good thing this wound has opened." Ducky informed them absently."The infection needs to be drained away, at least this way, that process has begun."

"Oh dear!I should have never have agreed to take you boys to the Capitol!" Sassy exclaimed."Jonathon wouldn't be in this fix if I had just listened to Kris."

"Never mind Sassy." Daniel comforted her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder."If you hadn't we'd still be dealing with this. Jack has a way of getting into trouble all by himself."

"The ambulance is waiting." Gibbs informed them.

"I shall accompany the good Colonel to the Hospital Jethro." Ducky stated. As two paramedics pushed a gurney into the room."Then I'll return here to complete my examination. You know the drill. Come along young lady. Your Colonel will no doubt be fine." He added to Kris reassuringly."We both know he has suffered far worse before."

After the Colonel was loaded into the ambulance, Abbey approached Daniel."Are you alright Daniel?" She asked. She hadn't seen him since the morning after their 'James Bond adventure. '

Preoccupied with his worry over Jack, Daniel was slow to respond. Sassy nudged him in the ribs to get his attention."Danny the young lady asked you a question." She told him worriedly.

"Sorry, I was just..."Turning to Abbey he gave her a weary smile."I'll be alright, Abbey."

"Good." She informed him with an understanding smile."You still owe me a date you know. The last one turned out to be one hell of a disaster."

"I'd like that very much." Daniel smiled and took her hand with his free one, giving it a small squeeze."As soon as I know Jack will be alright and this whole mess is cleared up." Then his attention strayed once more, to the now fading flashing red lights. It was so very much a part of Jack's character to put his own safety on hold, until the job was done, he thought. Hugging Sassy closer, he sighed. They had been lucky once more. But someday the luck would run out.

***

Kris sat by Jack's Hospital bed watching him sleep. Fever and infection, had raged through his body for a week. He had rarely surfaced from his fever-induced stupor. But, late last night, his fever had finally broken and he was now stable enough, to be transferred back to the SGC infirmary. The massive doses of intravenous antibiotics, were finally doing the job and eradicating the virulent infection.

Teal'c and Kris had stayed by his side throughout the crisis. General Hammond, fearing O'Neill might attempt another escape from the confines of the Hospital, had assigned Teal'c as his private guard. Insisting that Major Carter, along with Daniel Jackson, return to the Capitol and participate in the investigation of Sullivan's little "terrorist group." As a result, Kris and the big Jaffa had become close friends. She thought back over the events of the last few days, with a smile.

Teal'c respected Captain Martin, enjoying her company, finding her humor similar to that of O'Neill. He had listened carefully to her concerns about the feverish man's health and future. It had struck Teal'c that he had a possible solution, to one of the problems plaguing Captain Martin. How to best assist O'Neill in recovering the full use of his left hand.

"Captain Martin, I believe I may know a form of therapy, which will strengthen O'Neill's hand and also, bring him pleasure."

Intrigued, Kris had ceased her constant fussing at Jack's bedside, sitting down to listen to the earnest man.

"What is it you have in mind Teal'c?"

"I once spent time with O'Neill at his cabin, fishing."

From the inflection he used, Kris could tell that T' had not enjoyed fishing in the least. Smiling, she nodded for him to continue.

"Each night when it became too dark, to linger by the water, we would adjourn to the cabin's front porch. There while we observed the stars, O'Neill would bring out his guitar, playing softly." He told her, hoping that this information would indeed benefit his friend.

"Jack plays guitar?" Kris asked incredulously."I've never seen one at his home."

"Nor have I." Teal'c smiled slightly."Never the less, it is so."

"Does he play well?" Kris wondered.

"Very well indeed. I believe he would be equal to the artist known as Omar Leapert." Teal'c, noting her confused smile added."O'Neill played his music often while we fished."

"Bingo, T' that is a marvelous idea!" Kris hugged the big man."You stay with the Colonel, I am off to the nearest music store. What we need is a guitar!"

Sassy, just entering the room for her daily visit overheard."No need to go out to a store Kris." She informed her."I have a guitar, Jonathon may have."

"Really Sassy?" Kris asked her excitedly."Would you bring it on your next visit? I keep hoping today is the day, his fever will finally break and he'll wakeup."

"Of course I will my dear." Noticing the dark circles under Kris's eyes, Sassy had enlisted the Jaffa's assistance in escorting the younger woman to supper, while she kept the watch. Kris had capitulated and so it was Sassy, who was holding his hand as Jack stirred.

"Jonathon, can you open up those deep brown eyes of yours and smile, for your old Sassy?"

It took almost all he had, but Jack finally opened his eyes. Focusing on Sassy, he gave her a big and dazzling smile, then fell back to sleep.

Sassy, breathing a sigh of relief, had buzzed the nurses and they had informed Dr. Black. The Doctor was pleased. After he had completed his examination, he'd told Sassy, that in his opinion, the "Colonel was out of the woods."

Now, Kris waited patiently for Jack to resurface once more. Sassy had brought the guitar, joining both Kris and Teal'c in their vigil.

Jack thought he smelled tuna? What the hell? Opening his eyes he spied Teal'c, eating a sandwich.

Teal'c noticing Jack starring at him set the sandwich aside and inquired."How are you feeling O'Neill? It is good to finally see you awaken."

"How long?" Jack rasped.

"You have been out of it for a week, Sir." Kris informed him.

"It is about time you woke up Jonathon." Turning his head toward her voice, he was greeted by Sassy's smiling face, tears in her eyes."You had us all very worried." She scolded him mildly.

"Sorry." He replied, annoyed by the weak timber of his voice.

"I've brought you a present." Sassy told him, as she laid a beautiful acoustic guitar next to him, carefully.

Seeing the wary look in Jonathon's deep brown eyes, Sassy explained."It was my son Sean's guitar. I'd like you to have it. I think it's about time it brought forth music again."

Holding his gaze, she coaxed him."Will you play for me soon Jonathon? It would make me very happy."

Jack had put his guitar away when Charlie had died. Once his son was gone, the music Jack had felt in his soul had withered and died. It was only in the last few years he had occasionally played, and only when he was up at the cabin, where he somehow felt closer to Charlie.

Looking deeply into Sassy's hopeful eyes, Jack knew he owed this woman several times over. She was the closet thing he'd had to a Mother in a long time. If she wanted to hear him play the guitar for her, he would.

"It may be a while before I'm up to it Sass. But, you have my promise. Of course, that means you'll have to come to Colorado Springs for a visit."

"As soon as you are up to having company Jonathon, I will be there." Glancing confidently at Teal'c, she added."T' and Kris will keep me posted on your progress. If you get out of line even one inch, I will know about it."

"T' can I have a private word please?" Jack stated without inflection."Ladies will you both excuse us for a few minutes?"

Kris shot Sassy an 'oh no' look, as the two left closing the door.

Once they were alone Jack addressed Teal'c.

"T'?"

"Sassy has been informed of my true name, O'Neill."

"I am aware of that fact Teal'c, but not why."

"Daniel Jackson came up with a most beneficial modification of the truth to satisfy Mrs. O'Connor. She was most persistent O'Neill, evidently my name 'slipped out'. He was most embarrassed by this turn of events. Until Mrs. O'Connor pointed out, that she found Teal'c far more fitting to my 'innate dignity and African heritage' than the name Murray." He said, as he calmly offered Jack a drink of water.

"That I can well believe T'." He snorted."Did Daniel also tell her about the guitar?"

"No." Teal'c stated flatly.

"No? " Jack asked bemused."You are not going to confess are you?"

"One confesses a wrong doing, for which one is ashamed. I have done nothing to be ashamed of O'Neill." Teal'c said without humor.

"Fine." Jack intoned quietly, letting the subject drop."Now fill me in on the investigation, did they find any evidence to link all this to Kinsey?"

"They have not O'Neill. It would appear that one of the men you killed at Mrs. O'Connor abode, was Sergeant Sullivan's twin. He was an aide to the Senator several years ago." Teal'c informed him evenly, knowing that it had been Sassy who had killed at least two of them.

Noting the concern on O'Neill's face, he hastened to reassured him."Daniel Jackson informed only Major Carter and myself, of the true events of that night. We agreed that it would be better for all concerned, if the others continued to believe you had eliminated all three of the assassins."

"Sweet." Jack replied warily."I sense a but coming here."

"I spoke with Major Carter this morning and the man Sullivan, has confessed to masterminding the plot, against both you and the SGC. However, there appears to be no tangible connection currently, between himself and the Senator." Teal'c advised him flatly.

"So the beat goes on." Jack replied flatly.

"Who has been beaten O'Neill?" Teal'c asked him with a wry smile.

"Not us T'." Jack assured him.

"Anything else?"

"Captain Martin has arranged for our departure for Colorado tonight O'Neill."

"Alright, T' why don't you and the Captain take a little walk. I need a few minutes alone with Mrs. O'Connor."

***

Seven weeks later, Jack O'Neill was finally a free man. Sitting outdoors on his deck, strumming his guitar softly, he gloried in the lightly chilly spring breeze. The guitar had proven a good form of therapy. His fingers had almost regained their former strength. After another battery of hated tests, Janet had finally declared he'd be fit for duty 'soon. 'Insisting however, he take at least another week off, to recuperate at home. She had finally reassigned Kris to her nursing duties at the SGC full time.

Jack missed Kris, he'd grown used to her presence over these weeks. But, he also relished his privacy. So for the past two days, he had isolated himself, enjoying his time alone at last.

He was just about to doze off in the afternoon sun, when he heard the sound of car doors slamming. Fully awake now, he took in the sight of Sassy, Carter, Daniel, Teal'c, Kris, Janet and Cassie, rounding the corner of his home. Each was laden with a grocery bag.

"Hello there Jonathon, would you welcome a little company?" Sassy beamed at him."We have come to make a party."

Jack rose smoothly up from his chair to take her grocery bag, kissing her warmly on the cheek.

"You are most welcome company Sass."

The others, fully familiar with Jack's home went inside to prepare a feast. Leaving the pair to get reacquainted. After she had interrogated Jack about his progress over the past several weeks, Sassy demanded he play the guitar for her.

Shooting an embarrassed look toward the house, Jack hesitated.

"Jonathon, take some advise from someone who loves you." Sassy coaxed him."Those people love you just as you are. You have no reason to hide your sensitive side from them. You can return to your role as the Hard Candy Colonel next week. Now play!"

So it was, that wonderful music danced upon the air, making its way into the kitchen, where the band of friends prepared supper together. Each smiling and happy, that their beloved Hard Candy Colonel was healing at last.

Fini. At least for now...

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