AN: My boss is back from vacation and was happy to see me. She also now gets why I was hesitant to be overly friendly with her boss. Shock of shocks he's now dogging her just like he does the other store managers. Mostly they give us grief that stuff isn't done even though we are understaffed every day because they don't allot us the number of hours we'd need to actually do those jobs. If I'm the only one on the floor I have a cutting table, any cleaning I see, any downstocking I see, online orders and inventory to handle concurrently. So if inventory takes too long... it's because there should be a second person on the floor not because I'm dawdling. Even the best employee can only multitask so much. And our morning stock crew has been shorthanded but they won't give my stock manager enough hours to onboard new people. Because we MUST save a company that made record profits a penny or two... *eyeroll*

"Call me now. It's urgent." – Episode 13

Sam drummed her fingers on the counter looking down at the object of her attention. "Well, that wasn't supposed to happen." She huffed. She had a job to get ready for though and responsibilities to attend to. She wasn't really surprised though. Not really. Not after… well, everything.

She dressed for the day in her blues because the world didn't just stop simply because her life changed entirely.

She dragged a band into her shoulder-length blond hair that tended to curl slightly if she didn't make a concerted effort to straighten it. She didn't even try. She had better things to do than fight with her hair every day or lighten the shade of golden blond to a platinum or fuss over it. Most days she just tied it back and was done with bothering with it. She no longer kept it military issue short but rank helped with that.

She adjusted her collar slightly and smoothed the blue dress blouse imperceptively over the stomach that wouldn't fit it in a few months it seemed.

On her way out the door, she pressed 1 on her speed dial. It had been her first entry for a decade now. The man on the other end currently in DC being 'The Man'.

His voice mail picked up. He most likely was in yet another meeting with the Joint Chiefs. Her mouth quirked. She hung up before his voice finished the curt greeting she'd heard on every device he'd owned for years now.

Sam switched to text. 'Call me now. It's urgent.' She typed.

Her phone rang as she got into the aging green truck he loved so much she'd bought it off him when he was reassigned.

"Carter," he barked by way of greeting. "I left a meeting with the Joint Chiefs for this." She heard the grin in his voice. He wasn't even a little sorry to do that.

"Are you sitting down?"

"Should I be?" He asked a little confused.

"Well," she said as though considering. "That depends on how you feel about that little possibility we discussed a few weeks ago."

"Jog my memory Carter."

"The mathematical one." She said, knowing he now knew exactly which conversation.

She heard a sound like a body thumping into a chair. "You're serious?"

"Yes Jack." She said, now grinning so hard her face was starting to hurt.

"All right… um… wow." His voice radiated 'stunned'.

Ten minutes later She was at the Cheyenne Mountain facility and another ten minutes later she walked into her office to be greeted by warm arms that enveloped her as his lips crashed down on hers. Technically she was between assignments but SGC was her defacto base of operations between.

Moments later when he let her up for air she looked up at him, a little stunned. "You do know there are cameras in here right?"

"I don't care." He told her and kissed the mother of his child again.