Getting Caught

[dr_daniel_jackson]

Daniel had left Colorado feeling both content and torn. He missed Methos and he knew the older man would laugh at him for being so sentimental. He carried the glock everywhere he went, keeping it well hidden on himself. Even in the museum he kept it in a shoulder holster for fear that his teammates or someone worse might come looking for him.

He'd been in New York for almost two weeks when he started packing up to get ready to leave for Egypt. He'd already sent several boxes ahead and they'd be at his home there by the time he arrived. He packed up the last of Methos' journals in a duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out of the museum and headed for the hotel where he'd been staying. He wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings and therefore didn't realize he was being followed. He entered the Plaza hotel and made for the elevator which took him to the tenth floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he headed three doors down to his suite and swiped the card to unlock the door. Inside, he set the bag to one side, closed the door behind him and headed further into the room. He had just turned towards the mini-bar when pain exploded in his head and he was out cold.


When he woke, it was dark in the room except for a couple of low lights that weren't clsoe to him. He tried to move and realized he was bound to the bed. What the hell...

"Hello?"

"You know, it's taken me a while to figure out where the hell you disappeared to," came a familiar voice. "I don't like having to track you down, Daniel. You know I'm not a patient man."

"Screw you, Jack," Daniel growled out angrily. "I don't work for you or your government anymore. Now let me go and get the hell out of here before I forget we every had a friendship and I just kill you myself."

"Why Daniel... I think you're angry. Look, just... tell me what I want to know and all of this can stop. You have my word..."

Daniel shook his head. He didn't believe that for a moment. He should have just gone straight to the airport. For a brief moment, he wondered where Methos might be... or what he might do if he found Daniel like this...

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Methos had left Colorado and the cabin behind just like he'd said he would. He'd gone to some small town in Vermont and enjoyed several nights alone to his thoughts.

But curiosity got the better of him. He had contacts in New York, people he knew at the museum. He'd called them after a week of leaving Colorado to find out Daniel was still there. He'd wanted to strangle the mortal. It was like he wanted to get caught! He shouldn't have ever stayed there more than a day! Of course, if it had been Methos, he wouldn't have gone there are all. He'd have left his life behind and gone somewhere no one might think to look.

After some himming and hawing he got in his truck and went to New York. Methos didn't make himself known to Daniel, but he did watch. In the shadows. Across the street. In the apartments on the other side of the street from the hotel, watching his room through a window. He followed his every movement, so that he could be sure he stayed safe.

Then the second he'd looked away, Methos had failed to see the man following Daniel into his Hotel. But he had spotted it when the man hit Daniel over the head, as he was in his room. Methos saw red for a moment. He was angry. Angry with the man. Angry with Daniel for not leaving. Angry that he hadn't stopped the man from getting close entirely.

He made his way over to the hotel, stuffing a few things in his pocket. He looked down at himself. A suit and tie, he'd been wearing to blend in while watching Daniel. He didn't have time to plan. But he was good on the fly. Steeling himself, he approached Daniel's door. He knocked on the door, authoritatively.

Methos spoke in a loud thick New York accent, "Hello, Mr. Daniel Jackson? This is Jason Rathelsburger, the hotel manager? We've gotten a series of noise complaints coming from your room. Can you please open the door?"

He knew the people holding Daniel weren't aiming to kill him. Not yet. They needed him alive. So, this direct approach would be quickest in getting Daniel to safety.