Gibbs brought them all up to speed on the rescue and arrest (the official version anyway) with only a few interruptions from Jack. He then ordered Tony and Ziva to proceed with the interrogation. Tony looked surprised, he had expected Gibbs to insist on conducting it himself, but nodded in acknowledgement. Jack, after catching Sam's eyes briefly, stated he and Teal'c would be observing.
The rest of SG1 retired to the conference room Jenny had set aside for their use, allowing Ducky to take a look at Sam, and for Sam, Cassie and the team to have a more personal reunion.
"I was expecting you to be in a much worse shape after what we heard from young Cassandra here." Ducky observed as he finished up.
Sam grimaced slightly, but answered smoothly enough.
"I tend to have unexpected reactions to drugs, and whatever they gave me I reacted pretty badly to, but now that it is all out of my system, I am fine, just a bit tired."
Daniel wondered if there had been a Goauld involved in spite of what Cassie had thought, and if an encounter with a sarcophogus was the reason there were no sign of injury.
"Cassie said there wasn't any, you know." he waved vaguely at the back of his neck.
"There wasn't, we just took a side trip via the Norse express on our way back." She pulled Cassie into her arms, "I am so glad you are okay. They didn't hurt you in any way, did they?"
"No, I was just worried about you. You were so out of it there for a while, and then when they found me, you were gone, and we didn't know where you were, or how to find you."
"We're both fine now."
He stopped in the doorway, observing her. The music was deafening and Abby was sitting in front of her computer as usual. However, she was blindly starting at her screensaver and hugging Bert as if her life depended on it. His heart breaking at seeing her so lost, and at the knowledge that upstairs Sam was hurting just as much, he wasn't sure if anything he said right now would help, but he had to try. Two of the people he loved most in the world were in pain.
He moved into the lab, was almost by her side, when she spoke without turning round.
"Not yet Gibbs. I'm not ready yet."
A few more steps had him standing behind her. His hand gripped her shoulder gently as he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Whenever you're ready."
Then he strode out as quietly as he had arrived, and headed for interrogation.
McGee had taken the General and Murray to the observation room. Even though he was worried about Abby, he stayed to watch the interview, realizing that the only reason Gibbs wasn't here was because he must be talking to Abby. He would go see her later, and see if there was anything he could do about whatever it was that was bothering her.
Slow but surely, Tony and Ziva drew the story out of the two men. The part that had them raising their eyebrows in disbelief, was when they swore that Carter had disappeared in a bright white light, and then they had found themselves in a sealed room. After being stuck there for an indeterminate amount of time, another bright light had deposited them in front of the two men who had arrested them.
McGee and Murray had turned to the General, who had simply shrugged as if to say, well what can you do?
Gibbs marched in just as the interview was winding up. They joined Tony and Ziva in the corridor. Tony was still shaking his head over the unbelievable story they had just heard.
"Hey Boss. I think these guys are trying to set up a psych defence. Either that or they are seriously far too into Star Trek. They swear they were transported into a sealed room by a white light, and then back out again just in time to be arrested. Did you see any white light, Boss?"
Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head.
"Right Boss, silly question. Any way, did you know they created that special effect using silver paper." As Gibbs threatened to slap him again, he ducked and continued. "Moving on Boss. They have admitted to kidnap charges."
McGee quickly made his way down to the lab. Abby however was frenetically typing, and cataloguing evidence, as hyper as the time she drank 13 Caf-Pow's in one morning. She refused to stop or even slow down for a moment to chat to him and simply ignored him when he asked what was wrong.
Neither Tony nor Ziva had any more success when they wandered down a little later.
Jenny had watched their return from the balcony, and had seen the interaction between Gibbs, Sam and Abby, and the look Gibbs and Sam shared when she had disappeared towards the elevator. Pain and comfort. She had made her way downstairs once the initial enthusiastic welcome was over and said all the necessary things, made the necessary arrangements, and watched.