Papers in hand... Daniel walked towards his office as he navigated the hallway and the people around him with out looking up from the report in his hands.

Settling at his desk, he reached out and hit Sam's office number on the speed dial—still not looking up from the papers.

The phone rang four times and then her voice came over the line. "Carter."

"Hey Sam—I got that report in from Giza, I know you were waiting for it." He said still running over the pages as he spoke...but then the line went dead and what was that sound in the back ground? Mumbling and... giggles? "Sam? You there?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you in your office, give me a few minutes to finish up here." She said before hanging up abruptly.

"Ok—"He said hanging up the phone and shaking his head before continuing reading the report.

"Ok—not funny!" Sam said pushing Jack's lips away from her neck where he had been teasing her while she tried to concentrate on the phone. "I think there's a rule that says you aren't supposed to do that at work." She said backing away and rubbing the sensation out of her neck that was still tingling from his kisses.

"You're right... guess we don't need people talking about strange noises over the phone lines." Jack said leaning against the table as he smiled over at Sam.

"I'm going to go see Daniel..." she said backing toward the door as she pulled her blouse straight.

"Ok." He said crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her back into the door and stop.

"I'm leaving." She said leaning against the door and smiling back at him—she didn't want to leave. "I'm going." She said taking a deep breath and pulling the door open.

"Hey Sam." He said, still leaning against the table.

"Yeah?" She asked turning back around.

"Dinner? Tonight?"

"I can cook."

"7?"

"7:30"

"Ok...it's a date." He said smiling even bigger as she turned back to the door and disappeared down the hallway.

"Hey Daniel." Sam said walking into his office to see that he had already started picking apart the report and had spread the sheets over his peg board and was drawing a diagram of some sort on the chalk board.

"Hey Sam." He said once again not looking away from his work.

"So, what did you find?"

"Well, more like what did they find." He said standing back from the chalkboard and crossing his arms to looking at his drawing. "The team at Giza found some more leads to the Gould's."

"Really? I thought they had shut down the excavation?"

"This wasn't at the original site—it was found about ten miles south of the original site where the gate was found—"he said looking over at her for the first time—right off he noticed something was different. "Are you alright?" he asked turning toward her.

"Yeah—why?"

"You uh... your face is all red...you feeling okay?"

"Oh, I ran here." She said trying to shuck off the implications that she saw running through his eyes.

"Oh, yeah...running will do that."

"So uhm, you want to go out to Giza and take a look or are they going to ship the stuff back here?"

He was smiling, he enjoyed seeing her squirm...it was quite entertaining.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"You know... he's a civilian now... it's okay—"

"Daniel." She said staring at him abruptly.

"I'm just saying."

"What did they find at the dig?"

"A room, with lots of shiny things to look at." He said walking over and picking up a piece of paper with pictures printed on it. "Lots of shiny things for you to play with."

"Ohhh, I love shiny things..." she said with a giant grin.

"Okay so you'll leave first thing in the morning for Giza." Jack said as he ran through the travel itinerary for Daniel and Sam.

"Why not today?" Daniel asked, looking up from his folder.

"Because...I said so." Jack said drawing out the answer longer than usual as he fought to kept from looking over at Sam. "Now, go get packed up and get some sleep... can't have you two out in the desert...un...prepared." He said standing and walking into his office.

"Is he acting weirder than usual?" Daniel asked as he looked over at Sam and Teal'c on the other side of the table.

"O'Neill appears to be concealing his emotions." Teal'c said abruptly, with his ever-failing truthful voice echoing in Sam's head.

Sam stood from the table and gathered her papers before heading for the door.

"Sam?" Daniel called out.

"Yeah?"

"You want to grab some dinner before heading out?"

"Uh—I can't, I have some running around to do... I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright." He said as she walked out. Looking over at Teal'c he shrugged his shoulders. "Hungry?"

At home, Sam moved about her kitchen cooking noodles and stirring sauce as her front door opened... unbeknownst to her...Jack was coming the front door.

He stopped in the foyer—smiling as he just watched her move about the kitchen.

After a moment, he walked closer and as she turned she saw him.

"Hi." She said, somewhat caught off guard as she stopped in the middle of what she was doing and smiled at him. "I was just uhm—I thought spaghetti..." she said trailing off.

"Is fine." He said setting a six-pack of beer on the counter as he moved around the counter to her side. "Hi." He said taking the pot out of her hand and putting it on the counter.

"Hi." She said smiling as he slipped his arms around her waist.

"Hi."

"Sorry I'm late." He said nuzzeling her neck.

"You're late?" She said trying not to giggle at the sensation he was sending through her body.

"Ten minutes." He mumbled through her hair as he moved up her neck to her hair line.

"Oh...well...I'll forgive you this time." She said leaning into his caress as her eyes slowly closed.

"Oh...good." He was moving to the other side of her neck now.

"Are you hungry?" She said, as a last attempt to take control of the situation but still couldn't move from his arms—not that she wanted to.

"Not really...you?" He said moving her sweater slightly to expose her shoulder blade.

"No..." She said finding she couldn't but give in to his touch.

Hovering just over her lips her looked down at her as her eyes fluttered open. "Good." He said pulling her into his arms tighter as he kissed her and leaned against the counter with her in his arms.

The sensations is Sam's body were about to over ride her senses. The tingle that began at her neck was now spreading to the rest of her body as his hands moved over her skin.

His right hand was tracing the curve of her hips and spine as his other hand tangled in her hair. His chest pressed against her own, pulling her tighter and harder with every breath...this is what she had waited eight years for.

He started back stepping with her still in his arms and soon they were bumping their way down the hall without parting their lips.

Without looking, she reached beyond him and turned the door knob to her bed room door and he pulled her through the door way.

In an instant he was pulling at her sweater and unbuttoning the front.

Ever so gently he slid the cashmere sleeves away from her shoulders and down her arms to hold them behind her slightly as he paused a moment before slipping them off her wrists and tossing it to the floor.

All that remained were those teeny tiny straps from her camisole... woops there they went.

Before her could discard the annoying part of clothing that was impeding his objective... his arms were pulled back and in one firm grasp his t-shirt was pulled over his head, leaving his chest exposed as he came to settle his focus on the woman before him... the woman that he had tried his best to push away at any cost... making sure that his true feelings didn't show every time he looked in her direction... making sure she couldn't see the longing in his eyes every time she brushed past him or looked at him with those eyes and that smile... but he didn't have to hold back any more... he didn't have to keep her at an arms length or avoid her gaze... he could stand here at look at her...just look at her... those eyes... those lips... he could kiss her now...

Pulling her into his arms again, her chest pressing against his own so hard that the heat from her body almost took his breath away... in one smooth motion he had her on the bed and in moments their other articles of clothing were piled on the floor beside the bed.

Eight years had built a wall between them, had separated them in everyway two people could be separated. But this moment, nothing in this world or the next could separate them...