"Nice of the Cap to let us out early," Elliot said as he drove the car down the street.

Olivia gave a small laugh and rolled a kink out of her shoulder. "After this week I think it's the least he could do."

Their victim had claimed harassment from her attacker. Olivia and Elliot were called to her apartment late at night on several occasions. Unfortunately, they finally learned that the charges had all been trumped up in her desire for attention. So the detectives were left exhausted and without anything to show for it.

The car pulled up to Olivia's apartment building. "Any exciting plans?"

"Hah. Just a date with my pillow," she replied.

"It's four o'clock, don't you think it's a bit early for that?"

Olivia shook her head. "Nope. I don't think I'll have any trouble going to sleep."

"Yeah, probably not. In fact, I think that sounds like a good idea. See ya tomorrow."

"Later, El."

She watched the car drive off for a few moments before turning towards the building and walking in. All the way up Olivia only thought about how she was going straight to her bed and not getting up before the sun did. She even contemplated whether she could be bothered to hold off long enough to change. It wouldn't be the first time she went to bed fully clothed.

Olivia pulled out her key and unlocked the door, running on auto pilot. Her jacket landed on the back of a chair as she passed through the kitchen. Maybe she should have something to eat first. That thought stopped her in front of the fridge. She pondered how hungry she actually was as she scanned the contents for something suitable. Pulling out the milk carton, her eyes laid on the expiration date for a brief second before she took it to the sink and poured it out.

"Yuck," she breathed the word. At least there weren't chunks in it, she thought with a sigh.

The faintest sound had Olivia stiffening. Her hand was already gripping the handle of her gun. Unsure what it was she heard, she simply stood stock still, listening. All she heard were the ambient noises of the city filtering through the walls. She was about to chalk it up to fatigue when she heard it again. Small, a whimper, barely audible but definitely in her apartment.

Now her weapon was drawn. She slowly made her way in the direction of the noise, going down the short hallway. The bathroom door was halfway shut. Olivia knew she didn't leave it that way. As she approached the door, she heard it again. Definitely from inside. Gun at the ready, she slowly pushed the door open.

The sheer bewilderment left her frozen.

Wedged between the toilet and the bath tub, head lolled against an arm draped against the tub, was Sam. She thought she must be seeing things wrong. For the life of her, Olivia couldn't figure out why she would be there. They hadn't even talked in over a week, much less made any sort of plans.

Olivia managed to get her brain to take a step back. A far more important question at that moment than why she was there was.. why she was there. Curled up in the bathroom, and almost as pale as the porcelain around her. Finally able to take in Sam's haggard appearance, it scared her.

"Sam?" Olivia asked tentatively. She holstered her gun as she crossed the small bathroom. Sam didn't seem to hear her. Her brow was furrowed as if she was in pain. As Olivia's hand came to rest on her shoulder, Sam gave a soft moan. Olivia shook her gently. "Sam, wake up."

"Leave me alone," Sam slurred. Still far from conscious. Concern began to knot Olivia's stomach.

"Sam."

Another whimper, more plaintive than before as she came to. Sam clutched at her skull, curling up even tighter. Olivia pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

"I'm calling an ambulance," she said, though she didn't expect an answer.

"No!" Sam's firm refusal made her start. And it left her confused.

"You need a doctor. You look like... You don't look good."

Sam started to push her away, trying to stand. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Easy, easy." Olivia tried to keep her still but Sam wasn't having it. She was unsteady on her feet, so Olivia did the only thing she could and held her steady. "What the hell is going on, Sam?"

"Don't call."

She tilted Sam's head to look at her eye to eye. Olivia tried to glean some sort of understanding from her face. All she was sure of was Sam's desperation. And the distinct impression that she was on something.

"Why not?"

"They can't find me."

"Who?" Olivia said in frustration. When she was sure Sam wasn't going to answer her, she continued. "What did you take?"

Sam's eyes widened for a moment. Then her brow furrowed in anger. "I didn't take anything. I was drugged."

"Drugged?" Olivia parroted in disbelief. "By whom?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Sam," Olivia's voice was harsh, "give me a break here for Christ's sake."

Deflated, Sam all but collapsed onto the edge of the bath tub. Olivia sat beside her. "It happened on a mission, alright?"

Olivia bit her lip, remembering back to when they were captured by Onaman. She hadn't put too much thought about being thrust into Sam's world again. And certainly she wouldn't have pictured it happening like this.

"Those alien things?"

Sam shook her head softly, clearly not wanting to aggravate it. "Someone else."

"What about your team?" Olivia didn't understand why she wasn't with them. Wouldn't they be the first ones she turned to in a situation like this. When trouble came down on the job Elliott was always number one on her list.

"No."

Realization hit her. "They are the ones you're hiding from? I don't understand. Can't they help you somehow?"

"No, they can't. I need to stay away from the SGC. They're trying to use me to gather intel. I can't let them get anything else."

Olivia wasn't sure what else to say. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Sam leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees and head cradled in her hands. Olivia stroked her back softly. Everything in her screamed that Sam needed a doctor. Whatever was happening, it was clearly potent. But what could she do when Sam told her something like this? It left her feeling hopelessly impotent.

"I don't have a choice," Sam finally responded softly.

"Come on," Olivia coaxed Sam to her feet, "you need to rest."

She saw protest in Sam's eyes briefly, but it faded before she could even give it voice. They walked slowly to the bedroom. Olivia helped her to sit on the edge of the bed. "When's the last time you had anything to eat?"

"Not hungry."

"Fine." She'd revisit the issue a little later. "But you at least need to drink a little something."

Before Sam could say anything either way, Olivia went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. She frowned to herself as she looked at the empty milk carton resting on the counter, she was past due to get some groceries. When she returned Sam only took a hesitant sip before setting it aside. The knot in her stomach cinched tighter.

She got Sam settled in the bed before sliding in beside her. Though she was laying down, Olivia held no illusions about getting any sleep herself.