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Where Love Resides
"Chevron six, locked and encoded," Walter called.
"Remember, campers, get in, rig the place to blow, set it, get out," Jack instructed.
"Yes, sir," Sam replied.
The mission was simple. They had located a laboratory that Anubis used to create his super-warriors. It wasn’t the only one, probably wasn’t even the main laboratory. But even taking out just one, minor lab or not, would cause him trouble, and result in fewer Kull warriors being created. MALP images showed that for the moment, no one was there.
"Chevron seven, locked and encoded."
"Kick ass, team," Jack said. "Godspeed."
The four SG-1 members disappeared through the event horizon.
The ‘gate was actually in the building that housed the laboratory, and it was completely dark. They all adjusted their night-vision goggles, then began to move slowly through the room, to the corridor. They followed the hallway to the end, entered the large room to the left. If the Tok’ra information was correct, this was where the genetic material that was used to create the abominations, as Jack called them, was kept.
"Okay, let’s set charges in here. Might as well put a few in the other rooms as well," Sam instructed in a whisper. "Teal'c, you take the two rooms on the right. Daniel, you get the other room on this side. Case, help me in here, then we’ll get the room where the ‘gate is."
The team responded, and within fifteen minutes, they were all waiting in the 'gate room. Daniel dialed the DHD, and when the event horizon opened, they stood at the edge of it, ready to dive through as soon as the explosives were set off. Sam nodded, pressed the detonator, and the four dove through the gate, landing hard and rolling on the ramp. A concussion wave followed them, shooting fire over their heads just before the ‘gate closed.
Casey sat up and grinned. "Ka-boom!"
The others laughed. The Marines at the bottom of the ramp lowered their weapons.
"That should set ol' oily face back on his heels," she said. She stood up, brushed herself off, and raised both arms above her head. "And it was declared by the great general," Casey said, imitating a well known, local TV evangelist, "known to the world as Jack, that Anubis would suffer greatly at the hands of the SGC. And so it was that SG-1 went into the lair of the enemy, and knocked it to the ground. And Anubis was sore displeased. And SG-1 did a happy dance." She began to dance, her shaking her hips and tossing her ponytail.
Sam, Daniel and Teal'c were laughing, still laying on the ramp. The Marines were hooting. They could hear laughter from the control room as well.
Jack entered the room, shaking his head, laughing at her. "You’re a character, you know that don’t you?"
Casey grinned. "Yeah. But you love me anyway."
The older man grinned, and pulled her into a hug. "Yeah, we do. Daniel, take this nut and get her checked out, then take her home."
Daniel pulled himself to his feet, put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Best damned order you’ve ever given me," he said with a grin.
As the team made their way down the elevator, heading to the infirmary for their post mission physicals, Casey began to shake her head.
"What’s wrong, babe?" Daniel asked. He swiped his ID card at the elevator.
"It was easy. Way too easy. Took us what, twenty minutes, tops? Makes me wonder if there was anything there of value to destroy."
The others exchanged glances. "Selmak said that the laboratory had been used as late as last week," Sam said as they stepped onto the elevator.
"Yeah, that they knew of. Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Anubis usually keep guards wherever he has something of value? No guards. Nobody in sight. Gate conveniently located right there. Just makes me wonder," Casey replied.
"At least it’s a site he’ll never be able to use again," Sam said.
"Yeah, there is that. It’s good to make things go ka-boom, sometimes," Casey said with a grin.
"Yeah, it is," Sam grinned.
They all endured the medical exams that were required of every team upon returning to the SGC after any mission. Daniel was finished before Casey, and was waiting in the corridor for her.
"Straight home, or shower here?"
She slipped her hand into his. "The general said to take me home, remember? Besides, you can’t take a shower with me here."
He leaned down to kiss her. "Let’s go."
A A A A A A
They had made love in the shower, and were sitting on the sofa, watching TV. She had won the coin toss, their way of determining who decided what to watch when they couldn’t agree. She had almost chosen to watch ‘Pretty Woman’, which was playing on one of the cable stations. Instead, she had opted for a program on the Discovery Channel. It was about Ancient Egypt.
Casey was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating a slice of the pizza that they'd had delivered. "Now that is just a crock of shit," she mumbled, as the narrator described several of the ceremonial rites, and what they involved. "They put the bastard in the sarcophagus to reanimate his sorry ass."
Daniel grinned. "Careful, babe. You’re starting to sound like me."
She giggled. She leaned over, grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "How about we just talk?"
He looked at her and smiled. "I’d like that. What would you like to talk about?"
She shrugged. "Nothing specific, I guess." She watched him as he finished off his beer. "Do you think that lab we blew up today will really make a difference?"
"Maybe. It might not make a big dent, but every little bit helps."
She settled against the back of the sofa. "I guess so."
Finished with his beer, Daniel twisted around, put his head in her lap. "Love you, Angel."
"Love you to, my heart." She began to run her fingers through his hair.
He closed his eyes, her touch soft and soothing. "Love it when we’re here, just the two of us."
"Feels good to be home, doesn’t it?" She replied softly. "As if the rest of the world, the rest of the universe, doesn’t exist. Just you and me."
"You make it warm, babe. You make it home."
She smiled. "You make it safe. You make it home for me."
He opened his eyes, raised his arm and put his hand behind her head. He pulled her down for a kiss. "You always taste so good," he whispered.
"So do you."
He dropped his arm, closed his eyes again, letting her soft, warm hands, her gentle touch, relax him. "I’m going to fall asleep if you’re not careful."
"How about let’s go to bed. I’m kind of tired myself."
Daniel pulled himself to his feet, held out his hand to her. They walked to the bedroom together, and climbed into bed. Once she was settled against him, her head on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, he reached up and turned off the lamp. He felt her sigh as she snuggled closer. He smiled, his arm tightening around her.
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