The Vacation 
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Note: Cassandra St. John is from the USA Network
series "Silk Stalkings" and Abbie Carmichael is from
Dick Wolf's excellent "Law & Order."  Both characters
are not owned by me or used for profit in any way.
Rating:  PG-13
Part 7
"Come on, Sam. Wake up!" the soft voice presisted.
"Wake up, Sam. We have company!"
Groaning, Sam rolled onto her back and looked up at
the smiling face of her friend Janet. She hated it.
"Go 'way. 'm 'sleep." Sam rolled onto her side again.
Janet yanked the covers off and roughly shook the
woman again. "Get up. You can sleep later. There's a
detective here right now."
Sam rolled back and cracked one eye open, "Detective?
I didn't do anything...Oh, about that. Give me a
minute, okay?" Sam's voice was strained and her head
was aching.
"Yeah, sure. And brush your teeth. You smell like a
vat of sour wine," Janet stood up and headed out of
the room.
"Sam will be out in a minute," Janet said as she
stepped onto the balcony to join their visitor.
Sam painfully pulled herself up and sat at the edge of
the bed. As hangovers go this wasn't much, just a
small headache and a very tired feeling.
"Get up, Sam. You can do it!" she tried to convince
herself before finally standing and shuffling to the
bathroom.
Janet, meanwhile was entertaining their guest from the
police department. After getting coffee and offering
some coffe cake on the balcony, Janet sat at the
glass-topped table and regarded their visitor.
The detective was a young woman with long sunbleached
hair. She had the kind of blue-eyed looks that belong
more in a modeling agency than a precinct house. She
had an open, sunny disposition that made Janet
immediately feel at ease with her.
Her name was Cassandra St. John. She and Janet made
small talk while they waited for Sam to come out of
her hole. Cassie, intrigued by a woman with the same
name, had sat with them for a short time then went
back to the beach to check on the turtle nest.
"I really appreciate you taking the time to help out.
These kids have been a pain for the town for too
long," Cassandra said.
"Well, to be honest, if it hadn't been my daughter, I
don't know if we would have gotten as involved," Janet
admitted.
Cassandra nodded, "I understand, and I'm sorry it had
to happen but it's a chance for us to try to clean up
this trash." The flash in her eyes told Janet that
this wasn't strictly professional. As if reading
Janet's mind, she nodded and said, "They have been
giving me a hard time off and on for the past year,
ever since I relocated from Palm Beach. Unfortunately
it wasn't anything I could charge them with. The DA
will actually be handling the case, I'm just doing the
footwork."
Janet nodded as Sam slowly walked out onto the
balcony. "God! Does it have to be so bright?" she
complained, shading her tender eyes with her hand.
"Fraid so, hon," Janet smiled. "Sam, this is Cassandra
St. John from the local PD. Cassandra, this is
Samantha Carter, US Air Force."
They shook hands and Sam's eyes suddenly found
themselves locked onto Cassandra's as she felt
something animalistic in nature pass between them.
From the look in Cassandra's eyes, the detective felt
it too.
After several moments, Cassandra quietly cleared her
throat and released Sam's hand. Finally, they broke
eye contact and sat down across the table from each
other.
Janet caught the looks and felt a wash of envy in her
heart. 'What is with me?' she lamented to herself. 'I
gotta get a grip.'
The detective smiled and said, "Sam, hmm. I expected a
man, to be honest. I should know better than to assume
a couple is always het."
"We're not...that is, Sam and I are just friends,"
Janet hurriedly said. "We are just sharing the room."
Cassandra smiled at Janet and then gave Sam a wider,
interested smile, "Oh, I see." Then, looking at the
notepad on the table top, she added, "Well, let's get
this started, shall we?"
The friends agreed and first Sam and then Janet gave
their account of what happened the day before in the
arcade. Cassandra took careful notes, not offering any
comments but occasionally asking questions to clear up
a point.
Finally, closing her notebook, the cop stood up and
said, "Sounds pretty much the way the other witnesses
described it. I don't believe there's anything else I
need right now. Here's my card. Call me if you think
of something. Anything." She looked directly at Sam as
she said this.
As Janet and Sam walked her to the door, she said,
"The State's Attorney's office would like you to come
in tomorrow morning to give a statement. That should
take care of the whole thing. Here's Abbie's card."
Taking the proferred card, Janet agreed they'd call
and set up a time to meet with the attorney. Then
Cassandra stepped out and said, "This is a beautiful
day. I'd definitely be on the beach in a second if I
wasn't on duty. Well, have a nice day."
Janet closed the door and smiled before turning to her
friend. Sam felt a trace of unease at the smile she
saw on the brunette's face. "What are you smiling
about?"
"Oh, nothing. I see you're still holding her card.
Going to call her later?" Janet teased.
"Oh shut up! I have a headache."
"I'm not surprised. How much wine did you drink last
night?"
Sam shook her head, "I don't know. Not that much. I
knew I wouldn't sleep so I thought a glass or two of
wine would help. I guess I overdid it."
"I'll say. You're eyes look like road maps. At least
your breath isn't as bad as it was." Janet switched
from kidding to concerned, "Would you like some
coffee?"
"No thanks, I'll grab a shower. I don't really feel
bad, just slight headache now and I could use a nap,"
Sam said as she headed for the bedroom.
Later Sam stepped out of the bathroom in her swimsuit
and said, "You know, even though I tower over you,
this suit still fits me pretty well."
"Alright, Ms Amazon, that's your suit," Janet laughed.
"This," gesturing at the blue outfit she was wearing,
"is mine."
"Are you sure?"
Janet wrinkled her brow for a moment, then said, "No,
not really." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear,
she said, "God, we've only been here a few days and I
am losing it."
Sam placed her hand on Janet's shoulder, "Don't worry.
You lost it. But I'll try to help you find it." Then
she burst out laughing.
"Schmuck!" was all Janet could say.
Cassie came back up shortly after for lunch. They all
sat on the balcony and had sandwiches and chips. Janet
offered Sam a glass of wine and Sam stuck her tongue
out at her friend.
They were laughing together as they walked to the
elevator to head down to the beach.
Once there, Sam threw herself into the beach chair and
was soon asleep. Janet went into the surf with her
daughter and the horseplay that ensued soon wore them
out.
Sam, at the sound of squeals from the water, popped
open an eye and smiled before dozing again. Soon she
was in a light REM state and saw the detective,
Cassandra St. John, strolling naked across the sand
towards her.
Her long blond hair was blowing back from her face and
she smiled in such a way that Sam felt her pulse race
in her veins. Sam realized that she was also naked and
stood holding out her arms as Cassandra stepped in.
They held each other tightly, their bodies pressed
together as their lips met in a fiery kiss of passion.
Sam felt the warmth of the other woman along her
entire body and parried Cassandra's tongue with her
own. She felt like she was going to explode in passion
and quickly pulled away.
She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw that Janet
had replaced Cassandra in her embrace. Sam bent down
to kiss the doctor again when it started to rain...
Jerking up from the chair, Sam saw a large Golden
Retriever shaking water off itself next to her. A
young man was reaching for the dog, saying, "Goldie!
Goldie, damn it! Don't do that next to people, you big
goof! I'm sorry, miss. You know how dogs are?"
"That's alright," Sam lied as he led the dog away. She
looked over at Janet, noticing, not for the first
time, how lovely she was. Sam sighed, wishing she
could recapture the dream, for that was all she knew
it could ever be. She lay back down and tried to
remember all the details of her dream.
Cassie came running up shortly after and plopped down
on the towel they had spread in front of the chairs.
She was obviuosly having the time of her life and had
either completely forgotten the events of the day
before or chose to ignore them. Either way, Sam envied
her the ability to close off uncomfortable aspects of
her life.
'Ah, to be young again,' she thought.
Later, they left the beach as the afternoon began to
wane. As they were getting cleaned up, Sam tried to
think of where to go for dinner. Remembering another
sea food restaurant near the small harbor, they set
out for there.
After dinner, they took a stroll along the beach and
checked out some of the tourist shops in the area.
Cassie bought a large white canvas panama hat. "It's
for Jack," she explained.
Sam bought a Destin tshirt for Daniel and got a small
shark's jaws for Teal'c while Janet picked up some
other nicknacks for some of her staff.
As they hauled it all upstairs, the phone was ringing.
Cassie dropped the bag she was carrying and yelled,
"I'll get it! Hello? Hey, it's Jack! How're you doing
Jack?"
Jack had been one of her adopted uncles since she had
come to Earth, along with Daniel and Teal'c. She loved
those three almost as much as Sam and her mom.
Sam smiled and picked up the discarded bag, carrying
it into Cassie's room. Janet scowled at her when she
came back into the living room, "Sam, she should pick
that up!"
Sam waved dismissively at Janet, knowing she would
only get more upset but at her and not at Cassie.
Cassie chattered away, telling Jack all about what
they had been doing and how much fun she was having.
She mentioned the problem the day before but without
too much detail, for which Sam was deeply grateful.
"He wants to talk to you," Cassie said holding the
receiver towards Sam.
"Thanks, kiddo," Sam said as she took the phone. "How
are you, sir?"
"My leg itches like hell! And I can't even drink too
much beer without having to haul this goddamned cast
to the john every five minutes. Otherwise, it's just
hunky-dory around here," the gruff voice came over the
phone. "So, Major, are you aware that the Rockies are
in Chicago tomorrow to play the Cubs?"
"Well, yessir, I did know. I think the Rockies will
take the series," Sam smiled at Cassie who nodded
vigorously. "So does another young lady here."
"Well, dream on. The Cubbies will prevail. Sammy's
hitting the long ball again, Grace is on a roll, and
my boy Kerry is pitching tomorrow," Jack said.
"Well, with all due respect, sir, I think you're
wrong," Sam said, winking at Janet and Cassie.
"Oh yeah? How 'bout putting your money where your
mouth is, Carter?" Jack asked.
"Well, I don't know..." Sam hesitated, smiling.
"Not so confident in your boys now, are ya?" Jack
taunted her.
"Yessir, I am. Alright, how much?" Sam winked at her
friends. Cassie had her hand over her mouth as she
giggled.
"How about twenty?" Jack said.
"Twenty it is, sir. Do you want points?" Sam was
grinning widely now.
"No, I don't want any goddamn points! The Cubs will
whip Colorado's asses outright and I'll collect a
Jackson from you when you get back here!" Jack
responded.
"Okay, sir. I'll accept cash or a personal check," Sam
said.
"Carter, I don't know what you're smokin' but it ain't
going to be that way." Then he said in a friendlier
vein, "Enjoy the rest of your vacation, Sam. Give Cass
a kiss goodnight for me."
"Sure thing. I'll see you in a week." Sam hung up and
said to Cassie, "He fell for it, hook, line and
sinker."
"Cool. What's a hook, line and sinker?" Cassie asked.
"It's a fishing term. It's for when someone goes for
the bait," Janet explained. To Sam's surprised look,
she added, "The ex loved to fish."
Sam yawned then and said, "I'm beat. I'm going to
bed." She kissed Cass' cheek as she headed for the
bedroom. "See you guys in the morning."
Sam squeezed Janet's shoulder, she was afraid to do
anything else. She was still worked up from her dream
of the afternoon.
As she lay in bed, she knew that tired as she was, she
was too keyed up to sleep. Imitating her friend's
actions of the other night, Sam slid her hand down
into her panties and began to rub herself. She tried
to picture several men, gave them up and tried the
detective but her mind kept returning to Janet and how
she looked naked. Finally, Sam gave up trying to
change the mental image she had and allowed herself to
find some release through masturbation.
Janet heard the soft moans from behind the bedroom
door and looked quickly at her daughter. Cassie was
fortunately too interested in "The Simpsons" rerun to
notice.
Later, when Janet went to bed, she saw Sam sleeping
with a small grin on her face. Irrationally, she was
again jealous of Sam and the cop. She was also very
upset with herself for letting such a thing get to
her.
This night, Janet was awake long after everyone else
wondering why she was so concerned with her
relationship with Sam.
The next morning found them driving across the
causeway to Shalimar and the State's Attorney's
office. Upon arriving, all three were ushered into the
Assistant State's Attorney's office. There they met a
young, dark haired woman named Abbie Carmichael.
Ms. Carmichael explained briefly that a sworn
statement should be more than enough from the three
visitors. Any testimony in a court of law could be
provided by the locals who were involved.
"This is a far cry from what I used to see in New
York," she said in a husky voice. "Now if you will
just tell the reporter what happened in your own
words, we'll get them transcribed and you can sign the
statements and we'll be done. Okay?"
Janet nodded, "Great. I'd really like to get this
business behind us."
Each of them told the court reporter who was present
what had happened at the arcade two days before. After
they finished, the reporter left, saying he'd have the
statements ready in a few minutes.
Offering her visitors something to drink, the attorney
said, "This matches with what I have from the other
witnesses as well as the statements Cassandra,
Detective St. John, took. I don't think we'll have any
trouble with this one."
"Ms. Carmichael, what about the sheriff? Couldn't he
make trouble for you and the other locals?" Sam asked.
"Please, call me Abbie. It's not as formal down here
as it was in the Big Apple. And, in answer to your
question, no, I don't think he will. Well, at least
not much. The local merchants won't stand for it." She
paused and added, "One good thing to come out of this
will be, I'm sure, a higher voter turnout in the next
election. That's the only way to ensure that scum like
our redneck friend don't get into office."
At that moment, Cassandra St. John knocked on the open
door and said, "Hey, Abbie, are you free for lunch?"
Then seeing the others she added, "I'm sorry. I forgot
you would be here. How are you?"
Sam and Janet both replied they were well as the
detective stepped in and took a seat against the wall.
The five women began to chat about various things to
fill the time. All agreed that the laid back lifestyle
of the region was quite different than what they had
been used to.
The phone on Abbie's desk interrupted them. She picked
it up saying, "Carmichael. Yes? Oh, yeah. No, I
understand. Thanks Jim."
Hanging up, she asid, "I'm sorry. The statements won't
be ready for some time yet. I forgot the secretaries
had a maternity lunch today for one of their number.
Is it alright if I send it around later for you to
sign?"
"Sure, that won't be a problem," Sam said.
"I'll be happy to take it for you, Abbie," Cassandra
offered.
"Okay. Well, ladies, thank you very much. You have
helped us out immensely," Abbie rose and shook hands
with the three visitors. Cassandra did as well, saving
Sam for last.
Sam again felt stirrings from contact with the
detective. She could feel a physical arousal building
in her.
Releasing the cop's hand, she followed her friends out
the door. As she walked into the outer office, she
almost tripped over Janet.
Janet had noticed on her way out that the shoelace on
her left sneaker was loose. She stopped and bent to
retie it. As her fingers worked the laces, she
inadvertently heard through the partially open door an
exchange between the detective and the attorney.
"You're shameless, Cassie," Abbie said. "Do you have
to come on to every sexy tourist that comes through
here?"
"Why not?" the detective replied. "It's not like I was
sleeping with them."
"Better not," Abbie warned. "Why do I put up with
you?"
"Because you love me?" Cassandra replied. "Cause you
know I love you."
"You love to make me jealous, you mean" Abbie laughed.
"That just makes you hotter.."
Janet missed the rest of the exchange as Sam called
her from the door, "Janet, are you coming?"
'Not me, but someone will be soon, I think' Janet
thought before saying, "Yeah, just give me a second."
Janet walked out of the government building with Sam
and Cassie, wondering about the two beautiful women
they left behind and wondering why she was strangely
excited by the conversation she had just overheard.
 (c) John O'Conner
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