"Daniel…?"

Sally's amused and gentle voice pulled him out of a half-doze, and he cuddled her closer, her bare skin warm and soft against his. She pulled away, though, and nudged him.

"Daniel… wake up. Your cell phone is ringing."

"What?"

Now that she mentioned it, he was vaguely aware of the distant sounding ringing.

"Tell them to go away…" he muttered, reaching for her again, and refusing to open his eyes, because he didn't want to wake up. He was warm and comfortable, and exactly where he wanted to be.

"It might be important."

Yeah. It might be. He opened his eyes and rolled towards the sound of the ringing – rolling over Sally in the process, although she didn't mind at all. In fact, her hand was very pleasant as it ran along his hip as he reached for his slacks and pulled the still ringing phone out of the pocket.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

"Jack?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want?"

There was a pause. An incredulous pause, as if Jack couldn't believe Daniel was even asking that question.

"I was kind of thinking I'd like Jaffer back…"

Daniel sat up, wide awake, now.

"Oh!" He looked around, as if expecting the lab to be standing by the door, cheerfully waiting to be taken back to Jack. Of course, he wasn't – and that suddenly made Daniel extremely nervous. He reached for his strewn clothing, looking at Sally, who was still sprawled on the bed, but was watching him. "Um… you're done at the doctor's?"

"Just got finished."

"How was it?"

He was buying time, trying to find his underwear.

"I'll tell you about it when we pick Jaffer up. Where are you?"

"I'm with Sally…"

Jack picked up on the hesitation immediately. He didn't need to be face to face with Daniel to know something was up, and he was immediately suspicious.

"Daniel…?" There was a hint of warning in Jack's tone, now.

"Yeah, Jack?"

There they were! Under the bed. Daniel grabbed his underwear and pulled them on, sticking his tongue out when Sally started giggling behind her hand.

"You didn't let anything happen to Jaffer, did you?"

"What?" Daniel grabbed his pants and started sliding them on. "Of course not. I'm surprised you even had to ask th-"

"What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Where's my dog?"

"Ask him what sex the baby is," Sally said, handing Daniel his shirt and then getting out of bed and starting to dress.

"Sally wants to know what sex the baby is."

"It's a girl," Jack said.

"We don't know that for sure, Daniel!" He heard Sam call in the background. "It's a boy!"

"They don't know, I think." Daniel told Sally, sliding his bare feet in his loafers. He'd find his socks later.

"Where are you?" Jack asked again. "At Sally's?"

"Um…" He looked over at her, taking a second to admire her body as she was dressing – a second he really didn't have. "Where are you guys?"

"We're just leaving the doctor's office," Jack said, sounding more annoyed now than suspicious. "We'll meet you wherever you are."

Daniel was doing quick math in his head, trying to figure out how long that would give him. He looked over at Sally, who was almost dressed, and nodded – even though Jack couldn't see that.

"Okay. We're at Sally's house."

Besides, Sally would want to hear all about the doctor's appointment – and maybe tell Sam and Jack their big news, as well.

"You're sure everything's all right?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." Daniel walked out of Sally's room and down the hallway towards the living room. "We're…"

He trailed off, his eyes going wide as he took in the scene in the living room, and his jaw dropping.

"…oh my God…"

"Daniel?"

He'd never really seen first hand the damage that Jaffer could do. He'd heard about it a few times – mostly from Sam, who loved to tell tales of when the lab was younger and teething, and everything had been fair game – but hadn't really believed that a bored dog could really wreak such havoc. Now he knew better.

Sally's couch was leather. It was three years old and in fairly good shape – considering Binky loved to hang out on it and her claws were fairly sharp and often left tiny marks in the fabric – and one small hole. Had been in fairly good shape, anyways. It was shredded, now. There was a large rip in the cushiony backrest, and all the stuffing that made it so cushiony had been pulled out. And strewn all over the rest of the house, making it look like it had snowed in the living room, breakfast nook and even the kitchen.

The coffee table legs had all been gnawed on, and the lever that reclined Sally's recliner was completely gone – either chewed off, or simply eaten, Daniel wasn't sure. Jaffer was sprawled on the shredded couch, chewing on his leash – which had somehow become tangled in lever that reclined the end of the sofa and was tight enough that Daniel initially worried it might be tugging on his collar and choking him, until he moved and the stunned archeologist saw that there was a bit of slack – and was almost through it. And Binky was lounging in a pile of the couch stuffing, watching Daniel when he came into the living room with half his attention, and watching Jaffer with the other half.

"Daniel?"

The worry in Jack's voice pulled Daniel's attention back to the phone.

"Yeah, Jack…"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah…"

"Is Sally?"

"Yeah…"

Except that she was going to kill him.

"Is Jaffer?"

"He's fine…"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. And then Jack proved once more that he was practically a mind psychic when it came to his dog.

"What did he do?"

"You'll never believe it…"

Daniel couldn't, anyways.

"We'll be right there."

Jack hung up the phone, just as Sally came walking down the hallway, pulling her dark hair back into a ponytail. Daniel turned just in time to see her eyes widen as she took in the mess, and he grimaced.

"I probably should have given him his chew toy, huh…?"