Title: All's Well that Ends Well

Author: iwrite4fun

Pairings: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG-13 (conservatively)
Warnings: This is a crossover story with NCIS and Stargate Atlantis.
Summary: Samantha Carter and other SG-1 members have a run in with NCIS that results in not just one, but two dead bodies, one year apart. How will Jack O'Neill react to having to bail his wife out of NCIS custody, not once but twice? And why do dead bodies keep following Sam around?

AN: I don't profess to know anything about military or police procedure beyond what I've seen on TV, so please forgive any mistakes I might have made.

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Samantha Carter was on leave.

After spending a year as the Commanding Officer of the Atlantis expedition, she was finally home, on Earth. More specifically, she was in Washington D.C. visiting her husband, who was finishing up his last week of official service to the United States Air Force before he began his terminal leave.

And the only thing she wanted to do was go for a run.

On Atlantis, the only place to run was the corridors or the treadmill. Sam liked to run outside, where she could feel the wind her face. The only time she had run outside while in the Pegasus galaxy was when they had been running back to the gate- away from whatever trouble they had gotten themselves into. And since she was only permitted off-world on rare occasions, even those running opportunities had been few and far between.

She had a feeling Jack was grateful that she hadn't had a reason to do so much running lately.

So it seemed only fitting that on her list of to-do things, besides spending time with her husband and catching up on some much needed sleep, that running outside every morning was at the very top.

Jack had left long before the sun had risen, brushing a kiss to her cheek, and whispering "I'll see you later," in her ear.

Sam had drifted back to sleep, not quite ready to get up yet. Still, years of military training couldn't break her habit of not sleeping in. Not too long after the sun broke over the horizon, Sam pulled on her running shoes and suitable clothing and hit the pavement.

She was just starting to find her stride after a suitable warm-up jog to the park, when the sound of two gunshots filled the air.

Carter dove to the ground, going for a gun that she didn't have. Already wondering what she had been thinking going for a run, by herself, without a weapon. She poked her head up, looking around for any clue as to what was going on.

Not sure what was going on, Sam tentatively got to her feet, still looking around for any reason there might have been gunshots.

By her own calculations and experience, she was pretty confident that the shots hadn't been aimed at her, but she was still wary of the fact that someone had a gun that could easily be turned on her. Ten years on SG-1, and eight with Jack had made her extra wary of unknown people with weapons.

For the time being, Sam hung close to the cluster of trees that could easily double as cover in a pinch.

Within minutes, sirens sounded, announcing the arrival of police offers on the scene. Sam began making her way towards the police cruiser, still trying to stick close to the limited cover available in the trees.

"Can I help you ma'am?" Officer Mallow asked the blonde haired woman.

The very good looking blonde haired woman.

"I heard gunshots," Sam reported, choosing to ignore the obvious 'looking' that the man was doing.

Before Officer Mallow could respond, a report came over his radio indicating a body had been found- and that he happened to be a Marine, as identified by the dog tags he was wearing.

"Looks like you'll be hanging around for a while ma'am," the officer voiced his apology, but Sam could tell that he really wasn't that sorry.

By the time the investigators from NCIS showed up, Sam was no longer sweaty, but she felt disgusting, dirty, and really, really, really wanted a shower.

Instead she got Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo 'but my friends call me Tony' who was a cross between well, Sam wasn't quite sure who he was a cross between, but he quickly became close to the last person Sam wanted to take her statement.

Especially, when he turned out to be the most suspicious, doubting man she had ever met.

Until she met his boss Special Agent Gibbs, and then she understood why he was the way his was. 'Cause Special Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo's boss was even more suspicious of her than 'Tony' was. There was no doubt that Special Agent Gibbs was Jack O'Neill's long lost brother- if only he would start quoting the Simpsons. He even had the 'Jack O'Neill glare of doom' down pat as he tried to make her shake in her shoes like a new recruit.

An hour later she was sitting in an interrogation room wondering if it was the fact that she hadn't fallen victim to his stare that had earned her the current accommodations.

Well that and the fact she had refused to give a blood sample to compare with some blood found at the scene.

Naquadah was still a classified element, and Sam couldn't take the chance of them finding it in her blood sample.

The Stargate program couldn't take that chance.

All of this added together and that was, she supposed, the reason she was sitting here.

She wondered if anyone had noticed that she wasn't at home, but considering SG-1 was off-world and Jack was at work that was unlikely. Still, the first thing she did when a woman walked into the room was ask for the opportunity to make a phone call.

"Not at this time," she responded with a slight Middle Eastern accent, after giving her name as Special Agent Ziva David.

Rather then protest, Sam sat there silently waiting to see what was gong to happen next. The two women sat there for a long time, just looking at each other.

Eventually, the other woman got up and left the room, without ever having said or done much else.

Within minutes, the door to the room opened and Agent Gibbs walked in, two cups of coffee in hand.

"Coffee?" he asked.

Sam accepted the cup with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"I'm going to be straight with you here Mrs. O'Neill," Gibbs began, "I don't think you're involved with the death of this Marine. I think it was just a case of wrong place, wrong time. But you aren't giving me anything to work with. We ran a check for O'Neill's in D.C. and the tri-state area, and we came up empty. The address you gave us is also not owned by an O'Neill."

Sam almost had to laugh at the set of coincidences that led to her being here.

Almost, except for the fact that the reason she had missed out on taking her planned bubble bath was that she was sitting in this room and was unwilling to give a sample of her blood, which would turn out to be blood type N positive, instead of the A, B, or O that their lab techs would be looking for.

"Can I get a phone call?" Sam asked, knowing that before all of this was over, someone was going to have to verify something, and considering she was in D.C., it would be that much easier if someone came directly to NCIS headquarters rather then playing phone tag with them.

Agent Gibbs looked at her, sizing her up. Finally he nodded, handing over his cell phone.

From memory, Sam dialed the direct number for Jack's office, not wanting to chance his cell phone and end up being force to leave a voicemail.

"General O'Neill's office, how may I help you?"

"Um yes, this is Mrs. O'Neill. Is the General in by chance?" Sam asked, choosing her words carefully.

"I'm afraid not ma'am. Major Davis is available; would he be able to help you?"

"I guess he'll have to do."

"Colonel Carter?" Major Paul Davis asked from the other end of the phone.

"This isn't a secure phone Major," were the first words out of her mouth, giving him a warning not to say anything that could be considered classified. She had no doubts that someone was listening to this call right now. "I've managed to get myself into a little trouble here in D.C. and could use some help getting out of it."

Special Agent Gibbs looked on as though his mind was anywhere else but the conversation taking place right in front of him, but Sam knew he had to be hanging on every word.

"What can I do?" Davis asked, ever ready to help.

"I'm at NCIS headquarters and if you could bring the standard non-classified version of my file, that would be great," Sam suggested.

"Should I inform the General?" Davis questioned, almost grimacing at the idea.

Sam paused, weighing her options. "Isn't he supposed to be in meetings all day?"

"I think so, but we both know how that will go…"

Sam had smile in agreement, even though Davis couldn't see it. "Leave him a message," Sam instructed. "Don't interrupt his meetings though."

"Yes ma'am."

Sam hung up the phone and handed it back to Agent Gibbs. "Thank you Agent Gibbs."

The man shrugged, like it didn't really matter to him what she thought of him.

"You going to tell me what that was about?"

"Not really."

Agent Gibbs gave her another look, studying her in between sips of his coffee, before a knock at the door forced him to leave the room.