"Well we know she took the call from here, so we know she left no more than a couple hours ago," Daniel said as they all stood inside Olivia's apartment. He stared at the milk carton still sitting on the counter. He tried to be positive, but hated that they had been so close.
If he had doubted Jack about Sam having been here, he didn't anymore. They tried to trace Olivia's phone to see where they had gone, but she had apparently turned it off. It had been a long shot.
Jack frowned as he stared out the window to the bustling city.
"You did the right thing," Daniel assured him, knowing he was doubting his decision earlier. "We had to give it a shot."
"Yeah," he hesitantly agreed with a sigh. "So what do we got now? We have no clue where they might go from here."
Jack's phone rang. "O'Neill. Hold on, Doc, let me put you on speaker." Jack held the phone out for the others to hear. "Ok, tell me you got some good news over there."
Janet was apologetic. "I don't think I'd go that far, Colonel. We've figured out some more about the drugs that Sam was given, but we still haven't figured out any antidotes to speak of."
"So what have you figured out?" Daniel asked.
"Only enough to be more concerned," Janet responded.
"That's not what I want to hear,"Jack said.
"No, sir," she agreed. "The drugs seem to have reacted to the foreign proteins in her blood. Where in you and me the drugs would simply run through the blood stream, in her body the proteins caused most of the drugs to bind to her fat cells. Which might explain why she had been given so much. She probably wasn't reacting the way they had anticipated, so they just kept giving her more to get the desired results."
Daniel frowned. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Short term, maybe, but certainly not under these levels. It means that the drug is stored up in her body. And we know this stuff is very potent, even with a reduced load in her bloodstream was making her very sick. And as her body burns fat it's going to release even more into her system. All the vomiting she did before will only force her to burn more. Stress and exertion isn't going to help, either. It also means that it isn't going to wear off anytime soon."
She hesitated, causing Jack to prompt her. "And?"
Janet took in a deep breath. "Unfortunately, it's probably only going to get worse before it gets better."
Jack squeezed his forehead at the news. "You'd better get up here, then. Sounds like we're gonna need you, Doc."
"On my way." The reply was immediate.