Daniel wasn't in his office, and he wasn't anywhere else Jack and Teal'c went to look for him. Finally, Jack called up to the guard shack at the main entrance, and found that Daniel had checked out as soon as he'd finished his interview with Bregman and company – a lunch date with Sally, most likely, Jack decided.

"Well, it's just the two of us, then," Jack said, holding up the tape.

Teal'c didn't really care to watch the tape. He wasn't all that interested in the interviews – not even in Daniel's. He wanted to go work out. Jack didn't, though.

"You go work out for both of us, Teal'c," Jack told him, reasonably. "I'll go watch the tape for both of us."

Teal'c shook his head, but he didn't argue. He wasn't going to sit through a two-hour interview – or however long it was. Not even for Jack. Not if he didn't have to. With Jack (the dog) at his side, the Jaffa headed for the gym and his workout, and Jack headed back to his office. He had a player there; he just had to dig it out from under all his unfinished paperwork.

He was almost to his office when Jaffer caught up to him. The black lab had been trotting rather sedately through the corridors, stopping occasionally to greet someone when they saw him – he always had time for attention, after all – but when he saw Jack turn into the corridor ahead of him, Jaffer broke into a run, bounding up to greet him in his usual cheerful manner.

"Hey!" Jack crouched down – ignoring the way his knees complained – and braced himself for the inevitable crash. Jaffer's stop came as it always did; far too late, and the big lab crashed into Jack as his feet slid on the concrete surface of the SGC corridor. O'Neill was staggered, but he was used to this; it happened every time. He wrapped his arms around Jaffer and cushioned the blow, then slapped the black hide with pure, unadulterated affection.

"There's my little man! Did you get Sam to sleep? Huh?"

Jaffer whuffled Jack happily, his tail wagging furiously as he greeted him as though it'd been years since he'd seen him instead of just minutes.

"You want to watch the interview, don't you, Jaffer?" Jack asked, finally standing up again.

Jaffer snorted. He'd watch the interview, sure! As long as he was with Jack, he didn't care what they did. The two of them headed for O'Neill's office, and Jack closed the door behind them.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

In a way, Jack was glad he was watching this by himself. He sat at his desk in his darkened office and watched the rough footage of Daniel's interview twice. Really, he wasn't interested in Daniel's answers so much as he was interested in Emmett Bregman and what kind of questions he was asking. After all, Jack was going to be getting interviewed as well – no matter how much he intimidated the cameraman. It was simply a matter of time.

As Jaffer dozed on the couch – more than willing to enjoy a slothful afternoon instead of training that day – Jack watched as Bregman put question after question to Daniel. None of them were too personal – really, though, they shouldn't have been, since the general public wasn't going to want to know about Daniel's love life, after all – and they all seemed to be fairly well thought out. He wasn't a pushy interviewer, which was a point in his favor as far as Jack was concerned, and he wasn't even shown on tape – which told Jack that he wasn't an attention hound.

The second time through, Jack watched the interview all the way to the end, and then instead of stopping it, he let the tape run while he debated whether or not he wanted to be a pain in the ass with the interviewer or if he'd just do the interview as quickly as possible and get it out of the way. He didn't like the fact that they'd already gone after Sam – but he supposed that was to be expected. He was fairly protective of her, anyways, and he was well aware that that feeling had quadrupled or more once she'd become pregnant.

Jack smiled at the thought of the baby – like he always did, and was running through a list of girl names – Molly was the most recent one Janet had thrown out at him, and he thought it was rather pretty – when he suddenly heard Sam's voice on the monitor. He was jerked back to reality by this and looked over at the TV just in time to see her pinning a small microphone to her shirt. This must have been the interview she'd been doing when she'd passed out.

Interested, he watched, scowling when he saw how pale she looked, and wondering why Bregman hadn't noticed himself.

"Stupid bastard..." he muttered, waking Jaffer, who raised his head and looked over to see who Jack was mad at. Not seeing any threat, the lab put his head back down – although he watched to make sure no one came through the door unannounced. After all, Jack was his baby, and it was his job to keep him safe.

Jack frowned again when he saw Sam give a nervous smile to the camera, and then Bregman had said her name – said it in a way Jack wasn't sure he liked. He was just trying to figure out what it was he didn't like about it when Sam's eyes rolled back and she fainted on the screen. Jack flinched – he couldn't help it – and he heard Bregman swear, and then watched as the interviewer lunged forward and managed to catch his wife before she hit her head on the concrete floor. O'Neill frowned, and rewound the tape, watching it again. And then again.

"Son of a bitch..."

He'd caught her – and probably had prevented her from taking a nasty hit to the head. Jack scowled, remembering that Fraiser had mentioned something about Bregman catching her before she could hit her head – or something. Jack hadn't really been paying attention at the time. Maybe the guy wasn't such a bastard, after all... Bah.

He'd have to think of some way to thank him – without actually thanking him, of course. Maybe he'd actually be cooperative on the whole interview thing.

"Or maybe I'll just send him flowers..." That would be easier. Damn.