"Arrested?! Why?!" Marge demands of Sam.

"Aunt Marge, if I had that answer I'd know what to do." Sam tells her over the phone.

"But... it makes no sense. He called me from his cabin to talk to Grace while he was on vacation. From the land line."

"You're sure Aunt Marge?"

"I'm positive. I remember because I wondered who the hell was calling you from Silver Creek until I remembered him telling me that's where his Grandparent's place was."

"You're sure it was that number?"

"Positive Sam."

"All right, keep that to yourself for now. I might need to have your phone records pulled but… well…"

"Yah. I get it, doll." Marge told her.

She waked back into the hotel room she was sharing as a base of operations with Mal Barrett.

"Everything all right at home?"

"Fine." Sam said noncommittally.

"Anything I need to know?"

"Nothing yet no…. no, there is something. You asked how I know for certain Colonel O'Neill is innocent. I have proof. He called my aunt to talk to my daughter from his landline at his cabin this weekend when he was in Minnesota fishing."

"But you can't use that evidence." Mal said thoughtfully.

Sam looked at him sharply.

He waved her off. "I'm not interested in getting you in trouble for something that happened before you worked together, Sam. But I could see how someone might, especially Kinsey and his cronies. It's a last resort only, Sam."

She looked at him suspiciously, gauging if he could be trusted. She realized she had no choice. He'd either protect her daughter's parentage as private or he wouldn't.

"We have a murder mystery to solve, Major." Barrett reminded her.

"Yah." She sighed and they started discussing the illegal guns as they investigate the warehouse he takes her to.

Sam felt vindicated that none of the prints on the gun they retrieved matched Jack's, even though she knew it wouldn't even if Aunt Marge hadn't confirmed Jack was up north fishing the whole time.

She talked to Hammond about the situation and he reminded her she wasn't authorized to tell Mal about how the shape shifting technology had ended up in their hands in the first place. Sam sighed and told him she hoped it wouldn't come to that but for all she knew, like knowing Jack is Grace's father, Mal might already know.

They had a name now… and the man looked nothing like Jack at all. Sam didn't care. She knew the NID had used the stolen shape shifting tech to frame Jack. Not that she'd ever believed the man she loved was able to kill someone from his own country even if they were political opposites.

Sam almost blew it when the committee decided her godfather was next. She pursed her lips hard enough to draw blood. She tried to sidetrack their plans with her Devlin disguise.

Barrett came through. She knew he couldn't stop himself from following her and listening in. She possibly couldn't read him as well as she could Jack or Daniel but she could read him. Her secret past was safe with him. For now at least.

"I feel dirty." Jack said of standing with that rat while he congratulated himself as he stripped off his uniform. Daniel and Teal'c had gone back to their rooms. Only Sam was still here with him.

"It beats a brig." Sam said with a shrug.

"I'm starting to doubt that." He told her.

Sam got up off his bed and came over to help him loosen his tie so he could get it off having knotted it more tightly than he'd planned in frustration.

"I don't need help, Carter." He growled but when he struggled again after she drew her hands away she went back to helping get it loose.

"Mal knows about Grace."

Jack looked down at her. "Mal?"

She shrugged. "Malcolm Barrett."

"I know who you meant, Carter."

Sam frowned a little. "We needed his help. I didn't tell him. He found out on his own."

"Do we have a problem?" He asked her, a concerned frown on his face.

Sam looked up into his eyes. "I think we can trust him." She tells him.

Jack sighed. "He did get my fat out of the fryer even knowing that. I guess like all of us, his morality is subjective."

Sam nodded. "Their next plan was to kill Uncle George."

"And you didn't shoot them?"

"It crossed my mind." She admitted which made him grin.

"There's my Sam." Jack said amused.

"Oh, am I property now?" She asked him archly.

"That depends on if I'm your Jack?" he said to her, his hands settling on her waist, pulling her in. Sam pretended to think about it for a while.

"Carter, you are the worst kind of tease." He told her, his mouth descending on hers. "Thank you by the way." He said against her lips then claimed her mouth slowly. "Stay." He said softly. "Please."

"Okay, but only for a little while." She agreed.