The ceremony really was beautiful, Shannon thought to herself from her seat near the back of the Gateroom. The bridesmaid had been a bright pink creature that had scuttled her way down the aisle ahead of Ma'at and a stunning black woman that Shannon hadn't yet met.

The inter-planetary marriage between Freya, a Tok'ra agent whose symbiote was named Anise, and Sgt. Walter Davis, was the first of its kind at the SGC.

As people swarmed the happy couple as soon as the ceremony drew to a close, Shannon took the opportunity to slip out the door and head back to the VIP suite she had been assigned. It wouldn't REALLY be breaking The Deal if she happened to "get lost", would it?

She slipped out of the Gateroom, unnoticed, and headed down the hall towards a door she had seen as she had been escorted to the wedding. She bit her lip, afraid she'd gotten lost and then saw the door marked, "Security".

Inside the security station sat a man with his feet propped up, keeping an eye on the monitors. It wasn't much fun to watch an entire wedding, without sound, from the security of the security station, but unfortunately, that's what happens when one has duty, the man thought to himself. Something caught his eye and he let his feet fall from the desktop and he peered at the monitor in front of him. Sure enough, a beautiful young woman was leaving the Gateroom and…. headed in his direction.

He pulled his worn cap off his head and smoothed down his hair as much as possible, trying to make himself presentable. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He flopped the cap back on his head, and then straightened it as much as possible. Then he opened the door.

"Yes, dar- Ma'am?" he asked politely, catching himself just in time. Shannon raised one eyebrow, and then smiled sweetly.

"Hello-"she started, and waited for him to finish her sentence. The young man began to stutter.

"Uhh, Edwards, Ma'am, Airman Edwards," he managed. "How can I help you, Ma'am?" he asked again. Shannon flashed her ID quickly.

"I'm new to the SGC, Airman. On loan from…" Remembering everyone else's paranoia, Shannon said, "another agency." She stepped nimbly past him and into the room. Her eyes widened and quickly scanned the screens in front of her. It looked as if every inch of the facility was covered in cameras. She could see the party still raging inside the Gateroom and figured that Airman Edwards had probably seen her coming. Continuing her snowball routine, she said, "So, this is where they keep all the…"

Airman Edwards, being a womanizer but not stupid, asked to see her ID again. Shannon smiled magnanimously. She unclipped the badge from her dress and held it out, waiting. She timed the drop just as the young man reached for it and then apologized.

"So sorry about that," she said, not really paying attention to him as he reached down to pick the badge up. She tried to see as many angles in the monitors as she could before he stood.

Airman Edwards looked at the ID again and said, "Oh, so you'd be that CIA lady everyone has been talking about, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," Shannon replied with a cheery grin, not really surprised that she'd been the hot topic of conversation around the SGC water coolers. "So, this is the security station," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," said the airman. "We have standing orders to let you see whatever you ask to see. Also, Colonels Samuels and Maybourne have made up a list of files that the recommend you see."

"Ah, of course," Shannon replied. The wonder twins. "They have tried to be as helpful as they can." Or as helpful as they were made to be. "Any recommendations?

Airman Edwards started sorting through a few discs. "Would you prefer chronological order or just random, Ma'am?" he asked her.

"Chronological would be fantastic, Airman, thank you." She sat in the chair that he had vacated when he answered the door. "You don't mind if I sit, do you?"

"I think you might NEED a chair after seein' these, Ma'am," Airman Edwards responded as he put the disk in an empty playback device. "This would be when a Goa'uld called Tanith attacked this base with an army of Jaffa. We haven't quite got all the recording pulled yet, but this one is kinda good."

Shannon pulled a small pad and a blue pen out of the miniscule handbag she had been carrying. She sat taking notes throughout the playing of the tape. As the violence came to a close, she scribbled the last of her notes and asked, "Are there any more?"

"Yes, Ma'am, this would be…" the airman checked the label. "This would be when the Viscosian tried to take over the base. We got the actual fight where our people took it down if you wanna see that next."

Putting the pen and pad away, Shannon declined sweetly, her saccharine smile back on her face. "No, thanks." She looked at her watch. "It's about time I get in touch with the Director. I'm sure you understand." She smiled again. "Thank you for all your assistance. I may need to see more at a later date. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

"No, Ma'am, I don't expect it would. You have a good rest of your day," the airman said.

Shannon stood and stepped past him again, this time in her hurry to depart. As she scooted out the door, she looked over her shoulder one last time and said, "Thanks. You, too."

Airman Edwards shut the door behind her and made a quick check over all the regular screens. Once he was sure she was headed in the correct direction of her room, he sat down to send an email.

Shannon hurried down the sparse hall and into her suite. Shutting the door behind her, she eyed the laptop and cell phone that had been issued to her by Charlie Kawalsky and scoffed. She wouldn't make a single call on that phone or even turn on the computer. She had no illusions about the crew at the SGC and was fairly certain that neither device was secure. She walked to her bag, pulled out her personal cell phone and dialed.

"Agent Weiss, control number 4747, requesting a secure line. Hello, sir…. Yes, I have…."

At the party, Colonel Maybourne looked down at his vibrating cell phone. He quickly read the email that had been sent to it and raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, huh…" he nudged Colonel Samuels. "Andrew. Bird's flown."

"Now was a good time," Colonel Samuels responded dryly. He finished his beer in one swallow. "Let's go."

The duo left the part room at a casual pace. Once outside the Gateroom, Colonel Maybourne dialed Airman Edwards in the security office and got a report. Turning to Colonel Samuels, he said, "She's gone to her room." He turned and headed in that direction.

"So, maybe we should leave her there?" Colonel Samuels said as he hurried to keep pace with Maybourne.

With a sly smile, Harry Maybourne turned to Colonel Samuels. "Oh, come on Andy, where's the fun in that?"

"I don't like that look in your eye, Harold."

"You don't have to like it, I'm just doing my job," Colonel Maybourne told him.

Back in her room, Shannon could hear the voices heading down the hall in her direction.

"Oh, joy," she said into the phone. They're on their way down here, I have to go." She listened a minute more, and said, "I will, thank you. Yes, sir." She flipped her phone shut just as a knock sounded on her door. She rolled her eyes and begun to put on one of her many outfits for undercover work, this one a bright red teddy with matching sheer jacket. Once it was on, she shouted, "Come in!"

Outside, Colonel Samuels was pleading with Harry to let it go. "See? She's in there. Can we go now?"

Colonel Maybourne ignored the plea and opened the door, deliberately being extra cheerful. "Good EVENING, Agent Weiss."

Turning towards the open door, Shannon smiled. "Ah, Colonel Maybourne." She motioned to her attire. "I was just getting comfortable." She grinned. "Was there something you… wanted?" The pause was deliberate, something to try and get his goat.

Taking pause, Colonel Maybourne put his hands in his pockets and studied her critically for about thirty seconds. "Very nice. You should have tried that on Edwards at the security station."

Curious but wary, Andrew Samuels looked around the doorframe. "Hmmm? Oh." Shannon laughed and put her hands on her hips, pulling the jacket wider.

"As I am sure you know, THIS wasn't needed." Putting a politely confused look on her face, she continued. "You know, you guys move FAST for someone whose lackey barely had time to pick his jaw up off the floor before I made it back here." She smiled again. "As for you 'nice' comment, I'd tread real lightly or it's not my assignment you'll have to worry about." Colonel Maybourne shrugged.

"Hey, Edwards may be a gawper, but that doesn't mean he's not efficient. And he's more afraid of me than he is of you." He smirked. "And what was I supposed to say, Agent? You're not my flag, so that's all the salute you're gonna get."

"Why Colonel, you imply that I want or need ANY of your people to be afraid of me. My job is here anyway, and I don't need to use fear to get it done." Shannon strode completely confidently across the room and towards the desk. She was not a self conscious woman and it showed. She picked up a file that lay on her desk and flipped it open. Reading for a quick minute, she said, "Oh, yes. Samantha Carter." She raised her eyebrows. "Salute away, Colonel. Far away."

Harry turned to Andrew. "Yup, you were right. I owe you five bucks."

Andrew chuckled lightly. "Don't worry," he responded. "I won't spend it all in one place."

Not amused, Shannon raised her eyebrows. "Unless you gentlemen needed something, it would be best if you left."

"Needed? No, no… just making sure you were okay, actually. Seeing as you left the party rather early," Colonel Maybourne told her. "We'll leave you to it, then." He started to leave, then turned and said, "I could see if Samantha would like to come down and help you with your enquires, if you'd like?"

"It's been a long couple of days, Colonel. I'm tired. Plus, I have work to do." Taking a longer look at him, she said, "Actually, Colonel. If you have a few moments to spare, maybe I could speak to YOU at a later date? After all, weren't YOUR loyalties questioned at one time?" She made her voice hit a false sounding innocence.

"Yes. They were," the colonel responded tightly. "By Director Kennedy, among others." He drew a deep breath. "Would you like to set a time, Agent?"

Shannon smiled. "Absolutely. When's good for you?" She pulled out her PDA.

"Nine AM okay for you?" he asked. "Sometime after breakfast? Or maybe later to give you time to get the needed files?"

"Not a problem," Shannon told him, marking it on her calendar.

"Excellent," he said with a fake smile. "See you at nine. Goodnight, Agent Weiss. Let's go, Andrew." The two men left.

Shannon waved half-heartedly to the closed door. In a sarcastic voice, she muttered, "Goodnight, Colonel." She stomped to her bed and threw the PDA on it, then reached for her personal laptop. Opening her email program, she began typing furiously.

To: Director Kennedy

From: Agent Shannon Weiss

Re: The SGC

Sir,

Things are going exactly as you predicted. Will send more detailed report later when it is needed. Relations, if you can call them that, are alive and well here at the SGC.

I must express concern over the lack of welcome I have received. Both hints and blatant comments have been made regarding a previous agent's activities here. I want to know why I was not informed of this BEFORE this assignment. We can discuss this over a secure line.

Shannon signed the letter S. Weiss. And hit send. Then she reached for her cell phone again.

"Sir? Yes, me again… I sent an email through personal channels." She paused. "Nothing, actually. They were just wondering if I was settled in properly. Why? Were you expecting a different reaction?" She paused and listened again. "Oh, you got the email already?"

She listened to her boss' diatribe a moment longer before cutting him off. "You have questions? Well, sir. Let me be frank. If I find out that you deliberately kept information about previous activities from me just to further a petty personal agenda you have against the SGC, I will be on the phone to the President's personal line so fast it will make your head spin."

Her boss continued sputtering angrily, spouting threats. "You know that he and I have had a great rapport since that incident in Moscow, so don't threaten me," Shannon finished before hanging up the phone.

"Looks like the SGC isn't the only one trying to hide something," she said to her reflection in the mirror across the room. She picked up a pad and paper and began scribbling more notes.