As the hand device disengaged, the rigid muscles that held Jack in his kneeling position slacked, and he slumped in the arms of the two jaffa that held him. He wondered how long Onaman had been torturing him so far, and how much longer he could keep the Goa'uld's attention away from the others.

"Have I yet to burn through the legendary O'Neill sarcasm?"

He looked up at Onaman. "Still kicking."

"Excellent. I was afraid you would prove your reputation to be severely lacking."

"Can't have that, now."

Onaman smiled. "We know your planet has designed ships capable of space flight. Tell me of their capabilities and compliments."

"Well, they can make the Kessel run in under twelve parsecs. Fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy."

"Parsecs are a measurement of distance, O'Neill, not speed." Onaman laughed. "And I highly doubt that Han Solo is a member of your fleet. My host has knowledge of your popular culture, do not forget."

"Dilithium crystal power core. A full compliment of proton torpedoes." Jack tried channeling Star Trek instead. Onaman only shook his head in amusement. "Can't blame a girl for trying."

"I expect no less. And now this is where I cause you more pain for your insolence."

Onaman raised his hand once more, and Jack fought back the cries. For a little while.

*

When General Hammond received the news that SG-1 was missing, as well as one of the detectives, he took control of the scene immediately. They were dealing with something bigger than they had initially thought. It wasn't the first time SG-1 had been late to make contact, and it wouldn't be the first time that meant trouble.

He sent SG-5 to work the scene and find some clue of SG-1's whereabouts. They had made a preliminary report, citing Tok'ra tunnels beneath the restaurant. And nothing inside the tunnels to suggest how they had gotten out. A ring device would have at least given them somewhere to start.

Someone had posited Asgard beaming technology. Anubis had access to it, and other System Lords may have been able to steal it from him. Hammond had requested Prometheus to do a full sweep around the planet, but no ship had been found. If they were indeed taken from Earth, there was no way to tell who was responsible or where they were going.

*

Elliot burst into Cragen's office without warning. Even though he was furious, he managed to shut the door before he let loose.

"You let them kick us off?"

Cragen was standing, his face equally hard. "I did no such thing. They went over our heads, spouting national security."

Elliot slapped his hands against Cragen's desk. "Olivia is captured by some murdering madman, if she's not dead already, and you expect me to just stand back and let the government handle it?"

"Step back, detective!" his harsh words silenced Elliot momentarily. "I am not your enemy here, Elliot. I've been on the phone since they pushed us out. The Chief of Ds doesn't want to risk an incident over such an inconsequential case."

"Bullshit!"

Cragen raised his hand, and Elliot stopped mid outburst. "I haven't stopped trying. I'm just as pissed as you are. Now, I've spoken with Novak, and she's looking for any legal actions we can take. I've even tried calling General Hammond, but he's too damn busy to take my call."

Hearing the Captain's anger made Elliot feel a little better. At least he knew he wasn't alone in this. "So I'm just supposed to sit on my hands until Novak finds some loophole that might not even exist?"

"At this point, I can't formally authorize any action." Cragen's tight smile told Elliot all he needed to know, He had his authorization. Informally.

Elliot smiled back. "I understand, Cap."

He made it to the garage before Fin flagged him down, slowing to a stop as he caught up. "Hold up."

"What do you want?" Elliot said.

"Going with you."

"I'm off the books, Fin."

"And you ain't Liv's only friend here. Munch is juggling our caseload."

Elliot smirked. "And how is it he's not the one chasing me down?"

"He lost the coin toss." Fin slid into the passenger seat.