Daniel rushed up the steps, forty-five minutes later, and into the belly of the private jet. He gave his companion a small apologetic smile as he hurried to buckle himself in. He gave the pilot a thumbs up and breathed a sigh of relief once he felt the plane leave the ground. Only then did he really look at the woman buckled in beside him. "Sorry about the delay, Sam." He said softly.

Samantha Carter looked up from her laptop and gave Daniel an amused grin. "Not a problem. I figured you'd be late and I came prepared." She motioned towards her laptop and the notes scattered over the keyboard. "Why were you late this time anyway? It wasn't Dea was it? She isn't sick is she?" She quickly inquired about her Goddaughter.

"Calm down, Sam." Daniel raised his hand to stop her rapidly fired questioned. "No it wasn't Aldea. She's perfectly fine. It was actually a man who claims to be from the FBI. I had to call Jack when he wouldn't leave. He sent Ferretti over to handle it so I could leave."

"FBI?" Sam raised an eyebrow and turned her attention back to her laptop. Within seconds she was connected to the FBI database and scanning through the files. "What did he say his name was?"

Daniel leaned over in his seat to look at the screen. "Rory Harrison, Agent Harrison." He watched her fingers fly over the keyboard with practiced ease. She never ceased to amaze him.

"Ok, I think I found him." Sam scanned through the balk of the information before speaking. "It says here that he graduated from Quantico in nineteen seventy-eight. He received his first assignment right after that and until two years ago there has been no record of him. Nothing, no vouchers for rental cars or hotel rooms. No evidence that he even existed after that first assignment." She looked at her friend. "Did he say what he wanted?"

With a sigh, Daniel sat back in his seat. "Yeah, he told me. He told me that he had been assigned as handler , twenty-eight years ago, to my parents in the Witness Protection Program. They were forced to go into the Program because of some weapons smuggler. I wasn't sent with them because children are too hard to make disappear so I was supposed to be placed in Nick's care. The FBI failed to inform them when the smuggler was caught and sent to prison. Apparently two years ago I was spotted on TV by the woman, um, Jessica. That's when they found out that the FBI forgot about them." He snorted at the unlikely story.

Sam blinked and tilted her head to the side, trying to gage her friends mood. "Do you believe him?" Now if either of them had been normal and had retold that story, it would have been automatically dismissed. But since neither of them were normal, it was taken seriously.

"A part of me does. But there is another part of me that is fiercely denying it. Denying it because how could they just leave me? I try to put myself in their shoes and I could never, never, leave Aldea. I would fight tooth and nail to keep her with me. Wouldn't you?" Daniel looked over at his best friend.

"I would never leave Kelsey by choice." Sam didn't even hesitate to answer because she would never even consider leaving her daughter to be an option. "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." Daniel looked out his window at the passing clouds. "They lost their chance with me the moment they left." He was silent for a long moment. "Did you finish your notes for the President?" He needed to change the subject.

"Yup, I finished them last night when Kelsey went to bed. How about you?" Sam didn't even bat an eye when he changed the subject because she was used to it.

"I finished mine two days ago as soon as Jack told me that the President wanted an overview of our departments. I think Vala is holding out on the guilt trip until Christmas so she can get that bracelet she's been eyeing at the mall. Because she hasn't said a peep about me staying on base for those two days." Daniel gave Sam a lopsided grin.

"Sounds like something Vala would do." Sam shook her head. She isn't as close with Vala as she is with Daniel but neither seemed to mind so she didn't push it. "Did you bring the pictures?" She added as an after thought.

Daniel smiled and pulled out a handful of pictures from his folder full of notes. "We got them yesterday." He passed the sonogram pictures over. "The doctor told us that he's developing on schedule." He looked every inch the proud father.

Sam eyed the pictures and she smiled. "So is this one going to be a junior?" She inquired with a hint of humor. "Or has Vala talked you into naming this one after her favorite cartoon character?" This was a running joke between the entire SG-1 team ever since they found out that Daniel was going to be a father again and Vala had mentioned wanting to name the baby after a cartoon that Jack had introduced her to.

Rolling his eyes, he snatched the pictures back. "I am not naming my son after me. He needs to be his own person. And I certainly am not naming him Bart, Homer or Simpson." Daniel placed the pictures back into his folder. "Jack wants us to name the baby after him."

"That's only because Sarah named little Jack, after you. Jack wanted a junior and instead got a Jackson." Sam chuckled remember the day that little Jackson was born and the look Jack was giving Daniel after finding out what his wife had named their son. "He loves the boy but still claims that you had something to do with his conception."

"Vala is letting me name this one since she wouldn't let me name Aldea." Daniel smiled at the mention of little Jackson, his Godson. "Mm, Jackson is not mine, I can assure you of that. It was all Jack. Have you ever seen that little guy pout? It's a spitting image of Jack! Besides...Jack is still sore at you too."

"Jackson is six months old, Daniel. I don't think he's old enough to pout but...he is an O'Neill so I guess it's possible." Sam shook her head. She and Daniel had been made Godparents of the littlest O'Neill just a few days after his birth. She snorted. "I had no idea that she was going to name the baby after us. And I certainly didn't know we were going to be stuck in an elevator at the mall when she went into labor or gave birth."

"You mean that you didn't know that Jackson Samuel O'Neill was going to be born in an elevator? Or that we were going to be the ones to deliver him?" Daniel asked with a straight face. "You're cursed Sam or have you forgotten where Kelsey was born?"

"Kelsey was not born in an elevator." Sam crossed her arms over her chest after closing her laptop lid.

"You're right. Kelsey wasn't born in an elevator. She was born on base in my office during a snowstorm." Daniel shot back to his pouting friend. "I swear in the last year I've helped deliver more babies than in my entire life!"

"Maybe it's you that is cursed then!" Sam threw back. "You were around in all the instances just like I was. And I would have had her in a hospital if Pete hadn't..."She stopped and looked down.

Daniel mentally kicked himself. "I know, Sam." He reached over and squeezed her knee. And once again he wanted to kill Pete Shanahan for running off with his female partner when he found out that his wife was pregnant. "He was a jerk for leaving you, Sam." He said quietly. "And it's his loss because Kelsey Danielle Carter is a wonderful little girl. And if I ever see him again...well lets just say that he won't be able to give Kels any siblings."

"Thanks." Sam placed her hand on top of his and gave it a little squeeze. Not for the first time in her life did she regret never telling this kind, sweet, gentle, man that she loved him with all her heart and soul. Pete had been a mistake and if she would have realized it soon...well, she never did dwell on the past. "How about I show you around DC after our meeting? I know of this wonderful pizza place just a couple blocks from the White House."

Leaning back in his seat, Daniel nodded. "Sounds good. I haven't had a decent piece of pizza since...since our last movie night. I think Cameron brought it." What the heck? They were in DC for three days and most of that time was being consumed by meetings with the President and new Vice President so why shouldn't they be allowed to relax after everything was said and done for the day?