"Sir."

"Carter."

"What are you doing Sir?" She had no idea how, but Jack had somehow folded his over six foot frame into a space between two pieces of equipment.

"Hiding."

"May I ask what from Sir?" A snort escaped her lips. He looked very silly wedged in there playing his Gameboy.

"Everyone on the base has gone insane but you Carter. I believe we have a foothold situation." He whispered conspiratorially.

Not really believing him, she asked anyway. "Why do you believe that Sir?"

"Everyone I've talked to today has an opinion on my proclivities."

"What sort of proclivities Sir?"

"Uh… physical ones."

"Like hygiene?" she asked him innocently but he couldn't see her well enough from his hiding place to know if she was mocking him or not.

"More… recreational." He muttered.

"Oh. OH!." She blushed.

"Yah."

There was a long pause before she spoke.

"Did you tell them you were just probing for samples?"

"Gah!" Jack fled.

Get caught making out in a closet once. ONCE and you never hear the end of it around here...

The end unless someone gives me new ways to torture Jack with puns.