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"So, I found an interesting memo on my desk this afternoon."

Sam pushed her front door closed with her foot, holding the cell phone to her ear as she struggled with a large box of papers. She grinned at Jack's words on the other end of the line, wishing she could see the playful spark in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah? Funny, me too."

She dropped the box on the floor and switched on some lights, making her way down the hall to her living room and plopping down on the couch. The last rays of sunlight were streaming through the blinds, sending thin beams of light across the floor and filling the room with a cheerful sort of warmth.

"Have you talked to Cassie?"

Sam stretched her legs out across the cushions and leaned her head back.

"Yes, sir. I'm going to meet her at the airport. We'll come up together and be there Thursday afternoon. Daniel won't be up till late on Friday though. What about General Hammond?"

It still pained her that her father wouldn't be there to walk her down the aisle, but Sam was grateful that Hammond had agreed to take his friend's place. There was no one she looked up to more than the General, and he seemed pleased that she had asked.

"Don't worry. He'll be there."

Both were quiet for several moments. Sam knew Jack was still in his office, and he had to be careful with what he said. Still, she felt warm and content just hearing his voice, and she let out a blissful sigh.

"Somebody's in a good mood."

Sam smiled as her mind conjured up an image of General O'Neill in his new office, leaning back in his chair with one hand behind his head. His desk was probably a mess, and she had no doubt he was already driving his secretary crazy. Sam slid down the couch cushions to lay flat on her back.

"I wish you were here, sir."

"Who?"

She still hadn't gotten used to using the General's first name, but he constantly urged her to try. Sam got the feeling it was somewhat offensive to him when she forgot, but eight years of having "sir", "Colonel", and "General" come out of her mouth couldn't be overridden in a month.

"Sorry. Jack."

"Better. Hang on a sec."

Sam waited patiently as she heard Jack's muffled voice speaking to someone in the background. She ran her fingers across the stitching on one of the couch cushions and was reminded of the last time Jack had been in her living room, the night he had asked her to be his wife. She shut her eyes tight and remembered lying in that same position, Jack's body covering hers, his calloused hands sliding over her skin and up her arched back…his deep, intense kisses sending her into a fever, her fingers gripping his shoulders, and her toes curled up against the back of his calves…

"Carter? Are you still there?"

Her eyes fluttered open, and she was glad he wasn't there to see her blush.

"Yes, sir. I mean, yes. Sorry. Still here."

She raised herself up and wandered into the kitchen, the couch bringing up too many pleasant memories for her to concentrate.

"Listen, my morning's booked up tomorrow, but I thought I'd take a long lunch and maybe we can really talk. I know we've got a few things to go over before this weekend."

Sam frowned at the dish towel she noticed lying on the floor, picking it up and carrying it down the hallway to drop it into the hamper. She could have sworn she'd seen that towel draped over one of the kitchen chairs before she'd left that morning.

"That's fine. I'll see if I can leave the base for an hour or so. What time?"

She was glad there was only a two-hour time difference between them, and since he tended to work later than her anyway, it didn't make for much of a problem.

"Let's say twelve thirty. By the way, have you had any word from Teal'c?"

Sam was a little distracted, and she peeked out of the curtains in her office. There were no strange cars parked on the street, and the neighborhood seemed quiet. Something seemed off to her, but she could figure out what.

"No, sir. Not yet."

"Carter…"

She stepped away from the window and tried to tell herself that she was just being paranoid.

"Sorry. I just had a weird feeling. You are in D.C., aren't you?"

"Uh…yeah."

She shook off the thought. Of course he hadn't been there.

"Never mind. It's probably nothing. You heading home soon? It's getting late."

There was a sound of shuffling papers on the other side of the line, and Sam heard him sigh.

"Hope so. You sure everything's okay?"

She wished she hadn't brought it up. Now he was going to worry.

"It's fine. Really. I'll let you get back to work."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow. 'Night Sam."

Sam hesitated before saying goodbye, wishing she felt comfortable adding the three small words that they had yet to exchange between them. Deciding it could wait a little longer, she parted with, "Good night, Jack," and hung up the phone.