A/N: For those who keep inquiring as to the meaning of the term 'six' it is a term the military pilots use which has spilled over into daily usage. When flying a plane they use a clock for directions with the front of the plane being twelve o'clock and the rear / tail being six o'clock. So if another plane comes up behind them they will be referred to as on their six. It basically means behind them, so watching their backs, hope that clears it up.

Sorry for the delay, but I've had to work.

"What've we got Davis?" Jack asked.

"SG-11's iris code."

"Open the gate." Jack instructed.

"Yes sir." The iris whirled open and the team came through.

"Welcome back SG-11. Report to the infirmary, debriefing in one hour."

"Where's Hammond?" Lieutenant Colonel Deacons asked.

"Washington. So you get have the fun of debriefing me. See you in an hour." Jack sighed.

"Sir, did you manage to sort out the situation with the bathroom?" Davis inquired.

"Daniel injured himself and is in the infirmary. If it happens to get spread round the base that he got his finger stuck in artefact and had to have Sam and Janet assistant him in getting it unstuck so be it." Jack said.

"Yes sir." Davis smiled.

"When's the next team due out?" Jack asked.

"Five hours sir, but SG-4 are due back in three."

"I'll be in Hammond's office until the debriefing, trying to wade through the mountains of paperwork that goes along with running a mountain."

"Yes sir."

"Please feel free to interrupt."

"I'll bear that in mind sir." Davis said before going back to the computers.

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"So basically you found a few rocks, but no naqquadah. You met some nice less technically advanced folks who invited you to a party to celebrate the newborn son of their leader and you came home." Jack summarised.

"Basically sir." Deacons replied.

"Write up your reports and have them on Hammond's desk in the next forty- eight hours." He instructed.

"Is that a strict forty-eights or a when we get around to it forty-eight hours?" Deacons asked.

"Hammond will probably be back in less than that amount of time. So a strict forty-eight hours, so you're all dismissed and I'm going back to paperwork. Oh and if anyone sees Major Carter tell her I'm still waiting for the incident report."

"Incident report sir?" Deacons questioned.

"Ask someone I'm sure the grapevine has it around the base by now."

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"Sam." Daniel said walking into her lab.

"Hey Daniel. How's the hand?"

"It'll be fine, no permanent damage." He showed her for emphasis.

"That's great. Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping earlier, even if I was being a little bit of a jerk."

"You weren't a jerk; you were just a little embarrassed." Sam corrected. "It could have happened to anyone. Look at how many times Siler ends up in the infirmary when he drops his spanner on his foot."

"Good point."

"We work in a dangerous environment people get hurt or have accidents it's only natural. But the just don't tend to do it with Babylonian artefacts." She smiled.

"How did you know it was Babylonian I didn't tell you that did I?"

"No, Jack did. He recognised the style from a series of documentaries I made him watch apparently."

"He still in Hammond's office?" Daniel asked. "I should go and talk to him."

"He should be. Can you take him this? It's my copy of the incident report."

"Sure. You want to get lunch with Teal'c and me later?"

"That would be good. Invite Jack too."

"Will do."

TBC