It started with a call from Marge. Sam had dropped Grace off for dance class and headed to the gym. Marge had gone to pick up Grace and take her to lunch but when she called Sam she got no answer and she wasn't at the house. Thinking perhaps Sam had taken her advice and gone to Jack's instead of the gym, she tried him next but Jack hadn't seen Sam since the other night when she popped in his office to say goodnight while he was fighting with overdue paperwork.

Jack really wished Marge had guessed correctly because now he was in Hammond's office telling his CO that his second was missing and no one had seen her for two days. He'd already called the police yesterday who told him it had to be forty eight before they would even list her as missing. Jack had hung up frustrated. He could get that kind of service from his own people.

The first lead Jack gets is from a homeless guy living in the corner of the parking lot behind the fitness club Sam had gone to after dropping Grace off.

Jack traded his National Geographics for some intel on ninjas. Great. My kid is going to kill me for that one, Jack thinks. Grace was reading the paleontology ones lately. He really hoped she wouldn't take up archeology. He didn't think he could take Daniel and Grace chatting at him about rocks all day.

Jack decided to pull out the big guns and has Daniel try to make contact with Maybourne.

Deciding to kill two birds with the same stone, Jack pulled a crate of Nat Geos that he's pretty sure Grace isn't going to take more than a passing interest in and looks around for the homeless guy. Not finding him he left the crate where he'd seen the guy last.

He exchanged insults with Harry for a bit before they get down to brass tacks.

Jack eventually admits Sam is missing and Harry suggests user 4575. Harry warned him that Sam might be gone. Jack really doesn't need to hear that. He's already frantic as it is. He knew Grace is getting suspicious. It's not like her mom to go on a mission without Uncle Jack and she knows that. This is not how Jack wants her to find out he's her dad.

Jack headed for DC to knock Simmons around some. Simmons tried to pin it on Harry which while not entirely unlikely... it has legs and those legs get longer when Jack sees Harry might have sold them out.

In the meantime, Harry did his own digging. He went back to the woman he sold out the SGC to for answers. He didn't find out anything useful though which made his decision for him. Conrad's flunky wasn't going to give him anything.

Jack tracks him down which honestly, Harry saw coming a mile off. He didn't blame the other man for wanting to shoot him but Harry knew who bought the symbiote. They broke into the doctor who bought the damned thing's office and Harry hacked the guy's computer system, something Jack thinks ironically, would be Sam's job. But Sam was missing and Jack hoped like hell she was still alive.

It took another two days to coordinate everything but Jack had a plan and a SWAT team as well. They were getting her back. Harry talks him into letting him help against Jack's better judgment

Jack and Harry walked in on a pair of doctors about to inject Sam with something. He draws down on the doctor, Jack orders him to drop the syringe.

While Harry hustled the doctors over to the wall, he asked Sam if she's all right. Relief obvious in his voice.

"Yes. Very dramatic. Thank you." She says of his entrance, a smile in her voice. She'd bet he'd always wanted to do that.

"You bet." He replies with a tight grin. Sam told them where the keys to the cuffs are and while Harry handled that he tags Daniel over the radio. "Daniel, we got Carter. She's okay."

Daniel sighed in relief. "That's good. I think we have another problem, though." He said looking down at the dead body of Diana Mendez on the floor.

Sam jumped off the gurney "They put it in Conrad to cure him. They thought they could use me to find a way to remove it." She told Jack.

"Good to go?" He asked her as he handed her a gun. He had no idea what kind of hell she'd been through but she looked all right physically.

"Yes sir." She reassured him, knowing what he was discreetly asking her.

Jack and Harry discussed Harry cutting out after Jack got Sam out of the room. No one believed Maybourne that he'd still be there when Jack came back.

They got separated though looking for Conrad and unknown to Jack, Simmons got the drop on him. Sam found him moments later out cold and bleeding. Her heart in her throat, Sam finds his pulse and sighs in relief. "Man down. Colonel O'Neill's been shot. This is Major Carter. I'm in the boiler room. Repeat. Colonel O'Neill has been shot. We need an ambulance now." Jack moaned and Sam would admit to herself that it was the best thing she'd heard in days other than his dramatic entrance.

"Sir, are you okay?" She asked him gently.

"I've been shot, Carter." He whined.

Struggling not to laugh at his misfortune in relief, she answered, "I know. Your vest stopped one of the bullets."

"I want sleeves on my vest." He complained which made Sam chuckle softly.

After Hammond left the room, Sam sat in the chair next to Jack's bed.

"Carter?"

"Sir?"

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Thank you sir. I'm glad you're okay too."

"Other than the hole in my shoulder." He grumbled.

Sam patted his hand affectionately.

"Did you call Marge?"

"I did. Aunt Marge is probably going to lecture you for getting injured again." She told him in amusement.

"I think she'll forgive me when she knows the reason." He turned his hand and squeezed her fingers.

"How about I go get you a piece of pie and the chess set sir?" She said getting up and impulsively kissed his forehead. "Thank you Jack." She said softly as she did so and was gone.

Jack lay there grinning after she left. That just might have been worth being shot over.