"Grissom!" Greg called running down the hall.

Grissom kept walking but responded with a quick "talk to me,"

"We pulled four strands of DNA off the vic's coat, one matches the vic and the other two aren't that interest but the fourth," Greg said opening the white folder he was carrying "is unlike anything I've ever seen."

Grissom stopped abruptly and turn around to face Greg, this caused Greg to bump into him. "In what way?" Grissom asked raising his eyebrow slightly.

Greg picked up the folder which he'd dropped in the collision "It looks like human DNA if humans had, I don't know...evolved on another planet."

"Aliens?" Grissom asked.

"Maybe," replied Greg.

"Greg I don't need little green men," said Grissom as he began walking again "I need a murderer."

"So what do we do now?" Jonas asked.

"What else?" asked Jack "get a drink."

"Of water?" inquired Teal'c.

"I was thinking more along the lines of alcohol," replied Jack as he walked across the street and into a bar that was seemingly untouched by the glitz and glamour of the rest of the city. The rest of SG-1 followed. A tall redhead dressed in a torn apron approached them.

"Sit wherever you like," she mumbled and then went behind the bar and began pouring a drink for another customer.

Jack walked straight to the bar and sat down on a wobbly stool, the rest of the gang followed suit.

"O'Neill I believe these chairs are unsafe," said Teal'c.

"In what way?" Jack asked as a loud crash was heard from behind him.

Jonas was lying on the floor with the top of the stool beside him and rolling away like a wheel.

"In that way," responded Teal'c as Daniel helped Jonas up from the floor, the next few minutes were silent as Jonas took a seat beside Sam.

"Are you alright?" she asked finally

"Yeah," replied Jonas, he appeared to be mesmerized by the table, but then again so did everybody else.

"A lot on your minds?" the redhead asked

"You could say that," sighed Sam.

"I'll get the strong stuff," she said bending over and searching around in a cupboard "so a penny for your thoughts?"

Jonas and Teal'c exchanged confused glances.

"We wouldn't want to bother you with our troubles," said Daniel cleaning his glasses for the hundredth time that night.

"That's what bartenders are for," said the redhead "to listen."

"Let's just say our problems are really big," said Jonas

"So big," remarked Jack "they're out of this world."