Title: Switch It Up
Words: 759
Disclaimer: Don't own anything....
Rating: PG-13 (might change..haven't decided yet)
Summary: Ever wonder what would be different if Deeks wasn't the LAPD Liason... Someone else was....
Notes:
This little series will follow the episodes in timeline form... Story will have some differences. This story is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine. All research for this came from MMA Fighting for Dummies : )
Warning: This story will contain spoilers for Season 1 Episode 19: Hand-to-Hand and include some dialogue from the ep...
Part 1: The Beginning
Sweat, sweat, and more sweat assaulted her nose as she climbed the stairs towards the Blood & Guts Warriors gym. Taking a moment once she reached the top step, Kylie took a breath before she headed further into the gym. Wide eyed, she took in all the equipment and training taking place. For a second she paused, almost unsure of what to do next, with a nervous look dancing across her eyes.
"Don't wait! Don't wait! Come on!"
Jumping in the air, she swung her eye's around to locate the noise that broke through her wall. For a moment there she second guessed herself, but quickly dismissed the idea. She can take care of herself, she's been doing that for half her life. Taking a deep breathe she continued into the room, a single destination on her mind.
"He gives you his back, get those hooks in."
Bingo... Step one, locate the boss: Complete. Step two: a little bit more difficult. With Victor Janklow in her sights, she came to a stop couple feet from the cage where Janklow was currently coaching two people who were sparring. Five... Four.... Three.... Two....
"Hey, can I help you with something?" Adding another voice into the misc, she turned towards the sound. Sweet... A girl could get used to this. This voice belonged to a man in his late 20s early 30s with a buzz cut, that was tethering on the edge of buzz. She could tell his hair was brown, what little you could see of it. He had brown eyes that you could see the held a secret and judging by the circles under his eyes said secret was weighing him down.
"Hi!" she starts. A goofy smile spreads across her lips, turning on the charm, "Hello..."
"Can I help you with something?" He repeats, seeming distracted now, so that leaves the charm out for now. Time for Plan B.
"Yeah," Shaking herself out of the funk she got put in, Kylie held out her hand, "Sorry... It's been a really long day. I'm looking for the one who runs this place..." she trails off.
"Ahh... One of those days..." he says as he shakes her hand.
"You too huh?" she quips back.
A smirk was his only answer. She may have to rethink plan A, thinking to herself as his eyes wander, which he is making no move to hide the fact. Starting from her brunette hair and wandering down her face, stopping for a moment to looking into her eyes and continuing down her purple tank and the denim shorts she decided to throw on this morning. His eyes come to rest on the matching purple flip flops. But what really catches his eye is the brightly pink colored toe nails. At that sight he raises an eyebrow while locking eyes with this mysterious woman. As though he's trying to figure her out, she just doesn't seem the type.
"Daniel Zuna."
"Kylie Blake."
"Well Kylie... What's a girl like you doing here?"
No giving anything away, she just smirks. Exactly as he had done before.
Sighing he points in the direction she was originally heading, "Boss is the one yelling."
"Thanks, see you around," with that she gives him a small sincere smile and walks in her original direction. Of course I get stuck with the assignment no one wants. This is going to be a long few months. Finishing that last foot in her walk she resigns herself to icepacks and lots of beer, with a side of ice cream.
"You want to train, it's 60 bucks a month. You bring your own gear, and we got no women's locker room, so you'll have to change in your car, all right?" Janklow started as he noticed her, then turned back to continue watching his people spar. Almost as though he believes those are enough words to send her running like it has done everybody else. But his attention is quickly back on her when she speaks again.
"Where do I sign up?" Maybe a girl can have some fun afterall.
Anyone have any theories yet?
Chapter 1
Home
Stepping around the couch a woman feels a sharp pain on the bottom of her right foot, "Ouch, Charlie you really need to stop leaving your toys all over the place," Dr. Samantha Carter yells to her son from the empty room, "Hurry up, we have to leave in five minutes."
Seven year old Charlie O'Neill was upstairs looking for something; injecting some whining into his voice he calls back "Moomm, I can't find my homework!"
Exasperated Sam sighs, "Did you try your desk? What about the kitchen?" She grins at this; he's too much like his father, never remembering a thing.
"What did you say," a voice sounded from behind her.
Not realizing she had said that aloud, she turns around quickly as Sam quickly backtracks, "Nothing, Come on we're going to be late again." She leads Charlie out of the kitchen and takes a sweep of the kitchen. Noting the dishes need to be done and the laundry needs to be folded, she adds them to the top of her list of things to do when she back as she puts on her coat. Her work allows her to work from home, which really works with having a kid. It is only sometimes that she needs to go in and fix some problem. But that only happens rarely. Which is kind of disappointing, it would be an overall thrill to work up close and personal with such an amazing device. Once she gets Charlie off to school, she comes back home and conference calls with the technicians there. Which if they don't hurry she will be late for todays. Remembering the reason for the tardiness she asks him, "Did you find your homework?"
"Yep, I still don't see why I have to do it, I mean its work. I don't need to know how to write, I'm told I can be very creative," came the reply. Usually when that happens he is being yelled at.
"Charlie! Ask your father. Writing is a very important skill to have," before she could go on Sam is interrupted.
With a growing smirk on his face Charlie interrupts, "Dad hates writing." At the mentioning of his dad, his face grows worried, "When is dad coming home, he's going to miss my game."
Equally as worried, Sam sympathizes. Being a training officer should not include this much unknowing and fear. Her husband should have been home by now; it makes one wonder if this is all worth it. The lies get equally tiring as the worry. She had enough of them when he was Special Forces. But this was supposed to be a permanent assignment. It doesn't seem that way. Maybe she will have to act.
At the SGC
"Unscheduled off-world activation" came over the intercom. General George Hammond heard it clear as a sunny day in his office. It drew him out of the upcoming event. The president's upcoming visit is a big stress causer. The security detail is a pain. The secret service are not willing to let the president go anywhere without them. It is difficult because they cannot have access to all floors in which the president wants access to. Yet, the reception is the cause of his current headache. He puts his paperwork aside and goes to investigate.
"Who is it?" General Hammond demanded as he walked down the control room stairs into the control room. SG-1 and SG-2 are two days late and that's never a good sign. The resent quiet activity of the Gou'ld has everyone worried, so precautions must be taken. Those include sending out two teams on the same mission instead of the normal, sending one team. Even on scouting missions, like the one SG-1 is currently on. Originally they were supposed to go alone but the decision was made to have Ferretti's team accompany them.
"SG-1's IDC sir," Walter informed the worried general, silently wishing it had been nothing serious delaying them. Late teams always strike fear into everyone's hearts.
"Open the iris," the general ordered.
With the iris opening the event horizon rippled and out walked, dripping wet and looking none too happy about it, SG-1, which consist of Colonel Jack O'Neill, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and Major Charles Kawalsky, and SG-2, which consist of Major Louis Ferretti, Lieutenants Kyle Green and Fred Goodwin, and Dr. Sara Copper.
"Welcome home people." Without giving them time to respond, the general immediately demanded, "What was with the hold up?"
"We had to wait out the storm but when it showed sign of not letting up we decided to high tail it back here," Colonel Jack O'Neill reported, sounding just as unhappy as he looked, soaking wet and dripping all over the gate room, tired eyes and a frown permanently resting on his face. As Hammond dismissed them he stated, "Briefing at 0900 tomorrow."
Using the rest of his energy he heads towards the infirmary for the mandatory check and then home to his wife and kid. By the time he is done, he hopes to be able to make Charlie's game. The last few times he has been home things have been tense. Sam is mad for some reason. She has not come right out and said anything but it is the little things he noticed. She won't willingly instigate conversation. She turns her back at night, goes to sleep before he reaches the bedroom. They used to lay there and talk about anything and everything, now there is none of that. The last few conversations we tried to have, have ended in arguments. Charlie has not heard any of them so far, yet Jack knows it is only a matter of time. Maybe he'll give her a call once he reaches the infirmary.
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