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Chapter 12

Daniel watched as the seven men who were Chippendale dancers practiced their moves in Carly's studio. They were impressive, their bodies bulked and pumped. He was glad that he lifted weights four times a week with Jack and Teal'c!

One of the men, a tall man with short black hair approached him. "Hi. I'm Garret." He held out his hand.

"Daniel." He shook the offered hand.

"Carly says you're learning a routine to do for your wife. Man, that is so cool!"

Daniel smiled. "I've been trying to learn one."

"Let's see what you have so far," Garret said.

The archaeologist felt his face grow warm. "Here? Now?"

"Sure! Come on. Hey, Mike! Charlie! This is Daniel. He's learning some moves for his wife. Let's help him out," the dancer called to his friends.

"You're doing this for your wife?" the dancer named Charlie asked.

"Yeah, for her birthday," Daniel replied.

"Man, she's gonna love it. You'll have sack time from now 'til her next birthday," Mike laughed.

How in the hell did he get himself into these things, he wondered briefly as he followed the men to the middle of the floor. Garret took the disk that held the music he danced to, Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'. Twenty minutes later, the men were dancing with him, showing him how to strip, and how to drive his woman crazy. It was Garret's idea to use the routine and music to dance for Casey during the show; Carly had already arranged for them to do a special dance for the birthday girl. Daniel thought it was a great idea. Set the mood for her private dance, so to speak. The dancers worked with him, helping him perfect his moves for another thirty minutes. And it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be.


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The dance revue was being held at Estaban's, and Carly had made sure that she, Casey, Sam, and Tessa were sitting at a table directly in front of the stage. She had already talked to Sam and Tessa, there was no way they were letting Casey get away when it was time for her "Birthday Dance".

Carly, Tessa, and Sam were already at the table when Erin, Amanda, and Casey arrived. Carly whispered to Erin, who in turn whispered to Amanda. Tessa and Sam made sure that Casey missed all the whispering. The alcohol was flowing and the women were ready to have a good time.

"Ladies! Welcome to Estaban's All Male Revue! We're pleased to be on the edge of the New Frontier! We know that you ladies face dangers daily…you want…you need real men! So tonight, and tonight only, you will be razzled, dazzled and completely…tuurrrnnnrned on…by seven of the roughest, toughest, buffest men we could find. Ladies, welcome if you please, the finest male flesh you'll find, the Chippendales!"

The screams and cheers were enough to nearly drown out the emcee when he tried to introduce the men as they came out from behind the curtain. Music began to blare, the lights began to move and flicker, and the men began to dance.

Each of the men took a turn on stage; dancing, grinding their bodies against chairs, or the bed that sat on the center of the stage, or the pole that was to one side of the stage, tossing their clothes out into a very appreciative audience.

The emcee returned to the stage after the last dance. "Before the guys have to leave, there is one more dance they'd like to do. It seems we have a birthday girl in the audience. Will Casey Jackson come up here please?"

Tessa, Sam, and Carly squealed and laughed, and pushed Casey toward the stage.

Blushing furiously, Casey tried to sit back down in her chair. The emcee grinned, and came down, took her hand, and led her up the steps to the platform. Hoots and cheers followed her. The speakers started thumping out "Pour Some Sugar on Me" by Def Leppard. The men danced around her, each of them 'taking a turn' at dancing with her, their moves provocative, suggestive, down right titillating. By the time they were finished, she was breathing hard. When she joined her mother and friends back at the table, she had only one thought on her mind… getting home and jumping Daniel's bones!


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Daniel heard her come in, tried to pretend he was asleep. He listened to the sounds of her getting ready for bed, grinning into the darkness. On her actual birthday, he had plans to take her out to dinner. Since her birthday fell on Wednesday of the following week, he was going to strip for her the coming Friday night. He was going to tell her he had to work late, and ask her to bring dinner to him. Texas and Tony would 'kidnap' her, and take her to Carly's studio, cuff her to the chair, and leave her there, blindfolded. Just as she had done to him. Then he was going to blow her mind. Yep, he had it all planned out.

She was so damn worked up! The dancers had been incredible, and they smelled good too! When they had danced for her, every one of them had hugged her at least once, holding her close and whispering "Happy Birthday" in her ear. She slipped into the bed, reached out to touch him. She slid her hand over his chest, down his belly…naked! Yes! She began to stroke him gently, kissed his chest, his neck, his jaw.

When she kissed his lips, he had to fight to keep from kissing her back. She moved her lips down to his throat, then back up. This time he just couldn't resist.

"You're awake?" she asked softly.

"Yep," he replied.

"Good. I have an itch that needs scratched," she whispered.

"I dunno. You didn't get that itch from me," he teased.

"You didn't get that one from me the night you went to see that stripper with the guys, but I scratched it anyway," she said.

"Not gonna let me forget that, are you?"


He smiled into the darkness again, rolled over and proceeded to scratch her itch…twice.


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Casey sighed as she opened yet another crate of artifacts. The SGCI teams continued to bring more finds into the Center faster than they could deal with the items. Daniel had requested more archaeologists, Duncan was working on getting archaeologists from Earth intrigued enough to immigrate to Gamma. But so far, only three had been interested in moving to the colony, and background checks were still being run on each of them.

The inventory sheet was on top, and she glanced through it quickly. More tablets. Three scrolls. Half a dozen statues. Dozens of pots and urns and pottery shards. She sighed again. 

Susan Whitman glanced over at the young blonde woman and smiled. Casey was like Daniel; the instant a tablet was in his hands, he had to try and read it. His wife was doing the same thing.

She was frowning, trying to decipher the cuneiform that covered the clay tablet. She had never been good with cuneiform, there were so many variations that it made it difficult for her to recognize which dialect it was immediately. "Hmm…this almost looks like a list…" she read farther down. Images started dancing in her head - brutal, torturous images, full of pain and anguish. She nearly dropped the tablet in her haste to put it on the table. She backed away from it as if it were a snake, coiled and ready to strike.

"Casey?" Susan asked softly.

"Oh, god," she breathed. "He skinned them alive!" She was shaking now, her eyes on the tablet, her arms around her waist, her green eyes wide and still seeing the horrible images.

"Daniel! Come here, quickly!" Susan called.

Daniel was in his office, looked down when he heard his name. He could see her, and even from here her terror was plain. He rushed down the steps. "Casey? Look at me, babe," he said softly. He took her chin in his hand, lifted her head slightly.

Susan reached over and took the tablet, set it back into the crate.

Casey blinked, then looked into worried blue eyes.


"Oh, Daniel, it was horrible! He…he skinned them alive! Left them hanging by their wrists!"


"Nergal! That tablet was written by one of his priests, describing what happened to several of the leaders when the city rebelled against their god!"

He wrapped his arms around her, reached out and soothed the fear from her mind. The images were still there, and they were indeed horrible to look at. He pushed them away, sent his love to take their place.

She relaxed against him, the tremors of her body easing with each passing minute. "Daniel, I'm afraid of him," she whispered.

"I know Angel. We'll get him. Sooner or later we'll take him out." He looked over at the other archaeologist. "Susan, would you mind taking care of that crate?"

"Not at all, Daniel. There is still a crate from that dig on P7X 411, perhaps she would feel better working with those artifacts," Susan replied. She was thankful that she didn't have Casey's 'gift' of sight. Dealing with the cultures that they studied, it would be overwhelming to have to face the things that many of the people connected with each piece dealt with.

"Thanks." He turned back to his wife. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. I think I'd like to uncrate the things that those Hopi, or Hopi-related people left behind." She hugged him tightly, pressed her lips to his throat. 'Thank you.'

He held her tightly. 'You're welcome, Angel.'

"I'd better get back to work," she said, smiling.

He circled her face with his hands, tipped her head down slightly and kissed her forehead. "Yep, you'd better. SGI-8 is bringing back a couple of things tonight."

"Just a couple things, no crates?"

"Just a couple of items, that's what they told Duncan," he replied.

She nodded. "Okay. You'd better get back to that translation."

He kissed her. "Slave driver."

She smiled. "You love every minute of this work!"

He grinned. "Yep." He patted her well-formed derriere and walked back toward his office.

Within twenty minutes, she was sitting on the floor, several items scattered around her, the pieces of what looked like a ceremonial pot in her lap. She was trying to fit them back together, in order to see what the pictographs represented. From what she could tell, it seemed to detail some sort of marriage rite. She smiled. Daniel had already talked to Duncan about going back to P7X 411, and according to all reports, it was safe enough that they were going to take Emily with them. Daniel wanted to see the ruins, and compare them to what was known about the Hopi people who still lived in the Southwestern United States. They were both looking forward to the mission.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there, but her neck was starting to hurt, as was her back. She leaned back on her arms, moved her head from side to side, and then carefully put the pieces of the ceremonial pot back into the box they had been stored in. She would try to glue them together on Monday. She sighed. Daniel had tickets for a play tomorrow night. She loved going to plays, but she would much rather stay home and make love. She sighed again. Oh, well. There was always next week. And her birthday was on Wednesday. With luck she'd be getting a little strip tease action. She glanced up at the office. Daniel was at the worktable. Even from this distance she could see his frown of concentration.

She glanced at her watch. It wasn't quite five. Another glance up at the office, and her mind was made up. She'd put the pot together now. "Susan, I'm going to the workshop. I have this figured out, and I want to get it together before I forget."

Susan nodded. "That's fine, dear."

Casey put the other items back in the crate, made a notation on the inventory sheet that all items were accounted for, and took the small box back into the large workshop. This was where artifacts were cleaned, and like the pot, put back together if possible. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and carefully arranged the pieces on one of the tables. She found the stick of superglue that Daniel preferred be used, and carefully began to put the pieces together, like a 3-D jigsaw puzzle.




Daniel leaned back, glanced at his watch, and grinned. He had called Erin at lunchtime. By now the kids were at their grandparents, probably eating dinner. A phone call to Carly assured that everything else was taken care of. He looked down at the gallery floor. Susan was still there, but Casey wasn't. He frowned, and hurried down the stairs.

"Where's Case?"

Susan looked up. "She took box of pottery shards to the workshop. She had fit them together, she said she wanted to get them glued before she forgot how they went."

He grinned. This was perfect! "Okay. Let's call it a day, shall we? I'll see you on Monday."

"Have a good weekend, Daniel," Susan said, laying down the clipboard, stretching her arms over her head.

"You, too, Susan."

He ran into the conference room and made a phone call. He took time to lock the office, a precaution taken in every office on the base, they were never sure if the NID would manage to slip another agent among them. He was grinning by the time he got to the jeep.


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Casey had just finished putting the last piece of the pot in place. There were at least five pieces missing, but enough of the pot remained that the pictographs could be easily discerned. She would photograph it carefully, then they would be able to 'translate' what the drawings meant. She rolled her head, her neck was sore again. She carefully put the pot inside a protective box to dry, pulled off her gloves, and stood up.

Strong arms grabbed her from behind. A hand clamped down over her mouth, and a blindfold went over her eyes. She struggled, but whoever had her was strong. Her arms were forced down to her sides, and then pulled behind her. Her hands were tied, and she was unceremoniously picked up and tossed over someone's shoulder.


'Casey? What's wrong?' His heart began to pound at the fear in her voice.

'Somebody…they…I'm blindfolded and tied, and I don't know who it is!'

Well, hell! He'd forgotten that she would call out to him like this! He reached out, tried to soothe the panic that she felt. 'Where are you babe?'

'I was in the workroom, I think we're leaving the Center! Please, Daniel! Don't let them take me!'

'Easy babe, I'm on my way. Don't fight them. Just try to relax.' He was grinning now.


'Trust me babe, I'll be there for you.' He reached out to soothe her further, as he finished dressing for her birthday surprise.

'I love you, Daniel.'

'I love you, too, Casey. I'll be there soon, I promise.'

Knowing that Daniel was on his way to rescue her helped her to calm down. She stopped struggling, even when she felt herself put into the trunk of a vehicle. Her heart was pounding, and she tried to determine the direction of each turn, but being blindfolded, and lying in the trunk made it difficult to do. Whoever had taken her was leaving Hope, she thought. The drive was taking too long to be anywhere within the small town. She could smell the dust from the dirt road as well. She just didn't know which direction from the town she was headed. She reached out, felt Daniel's calming caress in return. As long as he could feel her, he would be able to find her. If she was unconscious, that would become more difficult. Whatever happened, she couldn't let these…kidnappers…knock her out! Had to be NID! Even though SG-1 had uncovered their plans to take Daniel into custody, to determine his strength, and even though they knew that she was a target as well - to use as a means to control the archaeologist - so far they had been unable to determine exactly how to thwart that plan. Now, it seemed, it was too late! She almost moaned out loud. If the NID had them, they were in for a very uncomfortable time.


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Daniel could hardly stand it. He was nervous. He was excited. And damned if he wasn't turned on! He checked the lights, made sure that the stereo was connected in such a way that the red, blue, and white spots would move and focus on him in sync with  the beat of the music. He wondered if Casey had been this nervous before she'd stripped for him. He had to fight to keep from becoming aroused; just thinking about what was going to happen when the music ended was enough to have his cock rising. He checked to make sure the handcuffs were on the chair, double-checked the food and the wineyep, the blanket was there as well.

His heart jumped when he heard the door open. He opened the door of the dressing room and peeked out. Tony carried her in, dropped her into the chair. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. She wasn't making this easy for them. She tried to kick him, Texas grabbed her legs and held them tight.

Casey struggled as her captors put her in a chair. One of them was practically sitting on her now, and they were untying her hands. Good. Just one shot and she'd clock at least one of them! Damn it! They were keeping her arms behind her. Her wrists were being cuffed to the chair.

Suddenly the presence of her kidnappers disappeared. She was alone. Oh, hell! 'Daniel?'

'Right here, Angel.'

'I don't know where they brought me. I don't think I'm in Hope.'

He struggled to keep from laughing. Texas had driven around for nearly thirty minutes. 'It's okay, Casey. I'll be there, trust me.'

'I trust you, my heart.'

'Good. Now I want you to relax. Nice deep breaths. Okay?'

'Okay.' She felt him reach out and soothe her again. She took several calming breaths. She heard a series of clicks, and it felt as if lights had come on around her. When the blindfold was removed, a small, white light was focused on her face.

Suddenly the air was filled with the thumping beat of music.

"Daniel Melburn Jackson, I oughta shoot you!" she whispered. Her heart was pounding once again. Only this time it was from excitement.

The light in front of her went off. Oh, goddess, there he was! Wearing those black leather pants, and his black, long sleeved dress shirt…it was unbuttoned and untucked and he was barefoot and she was going to come just looking at him!

"Step inside, walk this way, you and me babe, Hey! Hey!" the stereo blasted, and he mouthed the words. He walked toward her, his hips moving to the beat of the music.

Her heart was racing, her eyes bright, and she couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face. He was moving exactly the way the Chippendale dancers had moved to the song, his hips gyrating, his arms and chest flexing, his shoulders moving to the music. Except he was getting damned close! He smelled so good…and when he leaned over and kissed her, just before he moved away from her, she was sure that she was going to orgasm just sitting here in the chair.

The shirt was off now, and she was dying to touch his chest as he danced in front of her. When he leaned over her, she managed to lick those strong muscles, felt him shiver when she did.

When he pushed the leather pants down, revealed the bright red G-string, she couldn't hold back the shriek of sheer delight. "Do it, baby!" she called out. His grin told her that he was having as much fun as she was. Her body was on Fire, and she was pulling at the cuffs, trying to reach for him. Her hips were moving back and forth on the chair, although she wasn't cognizant of that fact.

As he moved across the floor, taking the pants off, moving his hips and shaking his shoulders, she felt the first shudder through her body. She had just come.

The music ended, and he knelt in front of her, breathing hard. "Happy birthday, Angel."

"Oh, god, Daniel, that was so freaking incredible!" Her eyes were blazing, the Fire raging in their green depths. "You are so beautiful, and that was so incredible, and undo these damned cuffs right now, because if I don't get to touch you right now I'm going to explode!"

He laughed, leaned over and kissed her, then nuzzled her neck. "I dunno. Maybe I should give you time to cool down a little bit."

She bit his bare shoulder. "Unlock these cuffs now, or you'll regret it if you wait! I mean it, Daniel! I'll just go home and get Barney and his little friend!"

He was laughing harder now. "Damn, babe, you're worked up, aren't you?"

"Yes! Now undo these damned cuffs!" She was kissing his neck, licking his collarbones.

He stood up, walked over to the wall where the food, and the key for the cuffs, waited. He was amazed at how aroused, how…horny…she was! He tossed the blanket and pillows that he had brought onto the floor, the little red G-string hit the floor as well.

Her wrists were barely free when she had her arms around him, holding him tightly. "God, I need you so badly," she whispered as he swept her into his arms. He carried her to where the blanket waited, put her on her feet. He began to kiss her, and undressed her slowly, tasting every inch of skin he exposed. Her body was shaking beneath his hands and mouth.

She was still kissing him when he eased her down to lay on the blanket. She pushed against his chest until he rolled to his back. In an instant she was straddling his hips, and guided his erection between her wet folds. She moaned as she settled down, impaling herself on his rigid shaft. "Oh, yes," she whispered. She moved slowly at first, until her need became too great. She put her hands on the blanket beside his shoulders and began to bounce against him. Just before she could reach her climax, he rolled them over, and began to drive into her needy body. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a staff blast. She cried out as her body jerked beneath his. "Daniel!"

Moments later her name echoed around them as he reached his release. Still panting, he rolled back over, held her tightly against his chest. "Damn, Casey!"

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I just…Daniel, that was so incredible! Thank you!"

"No need to apologize babe. I don’t think I've ever seen you that out of control before, though."

"You caused it, Stud Muffin. You made me come just watching you!"

His eyes widened. "No kidding?"

She leaned up and kissed his chin. "No kidding. You were much better than those guys I saw the other night," she said softly.

"I doubt that," he replied, although his heart was soaring that she would think so.

"I don't. Oh, Daniel, you are just…you're magnificent, my heart." She snuggled against him. "So what are song are you going to strip to for my birthday next year?"

He laughed. "I'll have to think about that. What song are you going to strip to for my birthday this year?"

"I'm sure I can find something appropriate," she giggled. She let her fingers move up and down his sides, the tactile input starting the Fire all over again. She moved up and began to kiss him, letting her lips, her tongue, tell him how very grateful she was. When she sat up and began to move, slow, gentle movements that pleased them both, his hands found and caressed her breasts.

"Love you, Angel," he whispered.

"Love you, Sweetheart," she whispered in return. She was massaging him with those inner muscles, pleasing herself as much as it did him. She leaned over to kiss him, continued to kiss him even when that whimper filled her throat.

He moved his hands to her hips, held her as he thrust up into her warm body. He whispered her name as he came again, then pulled her down so he could hold her closely. He smiled when he felt her press her lips against his shoulder. Yep, he'd blown her mind. Payback for all the times she'd nearly killed him.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I love you, too, babe," he whispered in reply. "Hungry?"

"Yes, now that you mention it."

"Good. Let's eat."

Just as they had when she had stripped for him, they ate, shared wine, and made love again before dressing, gathering their belongings, and leaving the studio. This was one birthday Casey knew she would never forget.


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They were cuddled in bed when she started giggling.

"What?" Daniel asked, pulling her closer to his side.

"I have my own Chippendale. Wait 'til Sam and Tessa hear about that!"

He laughed. "I'm glad you liked it, babe."

"Oh, I more than liked it. I loved it. Even if I was scared to death when I thought I was being kidnapped by the NID. Had to have been Texas and Tony. I wonder if they were curious as to what happened after they left."

He snorted. "I rather imagine they knew what was going to happen. I'm sorry you were scared, babe."

"It's okay. It added to the element of surprise. Just don't do that part again."

He grinned, and kissed the top of her head. "I promise."

"Love you, Daniel."

"Love you, Casey."

She snuggled against him, and went to sleep. He was still grinning into the darkness as sleep overtook him.


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