As he introduced himself to Major Carter, Emmett felt his stomach flip-flop. The picture really hadn't done her justice. She seemed uncomfortable, though, so he tried to joke around as a little as Wickenhouse attached the mike to her T-shirt. It seemed like there was more going on than nerves, so he ventured, "You know Major, I haven't seen much of this place yet, but neither you nor General Hammond seem very enthusiastic about this project."

She smiled a little ruefully, "Yes, well, we did have a bad experience with a TV crew last year."

Emmett thought back over the mission reports he'd read, and—oh. Right. "The Prometheus incident? Isn't that why the Airforce insisted on their own crew?"

She shrugged. "That, and you could just be sensing reluctance from people around here to put themselves up on a pedestal. I mean, we are just doing our jobs."

Sitting down in a chair facing her, Emmett said, "But an extraordinary job, Major, and one well worth attention." Smiling at her embarrassment, he gestured for James to start rolling.

She was still a bit nervous to start with, so Emmett took a minute to tell her, "Your briefings are recorded, aren't they? This camera is nothing new, just a little bigger than normal. Just ignore it and focus on me." That actually didn't help much, but he could see her relaxing as the interview progressed. He started with how she became involved in the program, smiling at the thought of her as a child, dreaming of becoming an astronaut and going into space someday. Maybe he'd be able to dig up a picture of her as a little girl; that actually wasn't a bad idea for all of the people the documentary focused on. He quickly jotted a note to that effect.

Emmett had been in the business for a long time, and he knew he was a good interviewer. He wound around the conversation to her father and family (she seemed to be the only member of SG-1 who had a family, though hers was far from typical) and about her scientific studies, though he could already tell that section of video would require some heavy editing. "What's it like to go through the stargate?" he asked her.

She smiled. "Well, Daniel's the one who has a way with words. He says it's a "rollercoaster of stars tumbling into nothingness" and while that's rather poetic, I have to agree, though that barely scratches the surface."

"And by Daniel, you mean Dr. Jackson, your teammate," Emmett said, and led her into talking about her team. She was pleased to have the focus shifted away from her, he thought, and she talked eagerly about the people she served with, particularly the General "he never gives up on us and he doesn't leave his people behind," Dr. Jackson "without question, the most brilliant man I have ever met, as well as the kindest," Teal'c "so wise and there's no one I trust more in a fight," the Chief Medical Officer, Janet Frasier "a miracle worker; she's saved all of our lives more times than I can count"—and of course, her commanding officer.

"Tell me," Emmett said, "about Colonel O'Neill."

She looked thoughtful. "He's an amazing man. He has to be, to lead the team the way he does. The rest of SG-1 is so specialized—Daniel's languages, my science, and Teal'c's experience—that we tend to get distracted by our specific needs. Colonel O'Neill is the glue that holds the team together."

Nodding encouragement, Emmett said, "And personally?"

"He's one of the funniest people I've ever met. As you can imagine, it can get very… tense… down here at times, and he can manage the mood of a room better than anyone I've seen. His motto is "No one gets left behind." People tend to underestimate him because he likes to pretend he's not as smart as he is, but they'll only do that once."

Seeing an opening for his agenda, Emmett asked, "Do you spend a lot of time together outside of work?"

Chucking, she said, "Oh, we don't get much time outside of work. When we do… well, our personal interests are a little different."

"Ever hear the expression 'opposites attract'?" Emmett's pen hovered over his notepad.

Major Carter's eyes narrowed slightly, her body tensing. "I'm not sure what you mean. Our relationship is first and foremost a professional one."

"Really?" Emmett coaxed. "Professional? After everything you've been through? I've read the reports of your missions, Major, and I know you've faced death together. And 'professional' is the word you think fits your relationship best?"

She was no longer smiling or relaxed. "All the members of SG-1 are family to me. I don't think I like what you're implying." She abruptly stood and pulled off the microphone.

Emmett belatedly realized he may have pushed too far, and the only emotion he'd provoked was anger. That could be a good thing though; if she was getting defensive that probably meant there was something she wasn't saying.

After giving the mike back to Wickenhouse, the major faced Emmett. She was definitely angry. "Unless you drop this line of questioning and assure me you won't use those last few questions, this interview is over."

So she was afraid about how she would look? Well, if the general couldn't intimidate him she certainly couldn't. Emmett said, "I can't promise that." Her answer was to point to the door.

As they trudged back towards the elevator, Emmett flipped through his notes. Overall, it was a good first interview, although the ending wasn't that great. He'd probably have to talk to her again, but he'd wait for her to calm down a little first, and he would have needed to end the interview soon anyway; his next began in just over forty-five minutes.