"Carter," Jack called gesturing with a jerk of his head that the two of them move away from the detectives searching Daniel's apartment.

"Sir?" she questioned joining him in the doorway of the kitchen as far away as they could get from the detectives without arousing suspicion.

"I'm going to wait for the security team Hammond's sending over," Jack told her. "Take Teal'c and start checking the emergency rooms for Daniel and anyone who might have been cut with a sword."

Sam's gaze swept around Daniel's trashed apartment again this time with a new focus. She noted the duffel bag and keys dropped to the floor near the door and the overturned side table on the floor below where three of Daniel's swords had hung. She noted the spray of blood on the floor and the flecks of blood on the walls. "You think he fought back," she decided. "That he may have wounded one of his attackers."

"Worth a shot," Jack said. "Call Hammond and have him get a list of private and military planes that took off from the area last night after midnight. We might get lucky there too."

"Yes, sir" Sam said confirming her understanding of his orders. She waved a hand to Teal'c who had been observing the detectives' investigation. With a dip of his head, he quietly moved away from the detectives to join the two of them. "We've got to go," Sam told her teammate.

"I'll catch up with you later," Jack told the jaffa warrior.

Teal'c dipped his head again signaling his understanding.

It was at the fourth emergency center where they finally got lucky talking to a nurse just coming off shift. Sam knew they had the uniforms they wore and the war on terror to thank for loosening the nurse's tongue. As soon as she'd thanked the nurse for the information, she flipped open her cell phone and hit the speed dial associated with O'Neill. "Sir, it's Carter," she said. "We got lucky at Penrose," she said. "A nurse from the night shift told us about treating a man with a deep gash on his left arm. The location of the gash seemed odd to her, but it was the accent that made her remember him. She said the guy spoke with a British accent. It's probably why she talked to us. I think she assumed we were looking for terrorists."

"Alright, I'm with the general," she heard O'Neill say over the phone. "Stay there. I'll call the detectives and meet you there." She heard papers shuffling in the background. "Okay," he said finally. "There was a flight out of Springs East with a final destination of England last night. We'll see what we can learn at the hospital and then check out the airport."

Having several uniformed Air Force officers along seemed to loosen the doctor's tongue as well when O'Neill arrived with the police detectives or maybe it was simply the dangerous expression on the colonel's face. The doctor could add little to what the nurse had told them already other than the name of the patient and a more detailed description of the man from the his medical chart. O'Neill's gut instinct was telling him that the information would probably be of little help though. His gut was telling him that Daniel and his kidnappers had been on that flight for England last night. After Carter's call, he'd checked out Daniel's personnel file before leaving the base to meet the detectives and the rest of his team at the emergency room. Something about England had been niggling at the back of Jack's mind as soon as Carter had told him about what the nurse had said. It had taken him only a few seconds to find what that was. Daniel had been employed by some obscure foundation in England just before Catherine Langford had recruited him to translate the Stargate's coverstone. The officer who had conducted the background check on Daniel had noted that the people he spoke with from the foundation had seemed a bit too close mouthed to him. Nothing to send up a red flag over, but enough to make note of in the report. When he'd returned to Hammond's office with Daniel's file in hand, he'd found the general already on the phone with the embassy in London asking their security personnel to conduct a very quiet inquiry into any private aircraft coming into that country from the United States ten hours previously and any time after that. Before the general ended his call, Jack added a request of his own for the embassy security staff. He also got the cell phone number for the "cultural attaché."

From the security gate at the airport, they got a list of vehicles entering and leaving the grounds in the hours just after Daniel's disappearance the previous night. With a quick scan of the list, Carter noticed an entry for a white van without a corresponding exit. The van was found an hour later tucked away behind one of the privately owned hangers. They called out the techs, but it was clear that the van had been thoroughly wiped before being abandoned here.

"So far we're scoring a zero, sir" O'Neill reported via his cell phone. "Found a van out here they most likely used, but it looks like it's been wiped clean." Sam and Teal'c listened to O'Neill's side of the conversation as he continued to brief their commanding officer. "Yes, sir" O'Neill said. "We'll meet Frasier there." Jack closed his cell phone as he turned to his teammates. "Hope you packed your toothbrush, kiddies" he told them. "We're going to D.C. then depending on what we find there, England."