Author's Note: Thank you all who have read my story so far! I'm not sure where my muse is taking me, so I've no idea how long this story will be. Special thank you to: Danielle Swantek, kasluvssg1 (so do I :D), janissima, RyanKathrynCelia, SG-Fan, hiya, and Girlzrule17 for commenting! Your compliments and encouragementare much appreciated! A huge thank-you also goes to my best friend Sabrina who beta'd this for me! And now...onto the story!

For the second time in a little over a week, people were looking at Dr. Janet Frasier, MD, strangely and cautiously. This time, however, they weren't shaking in their boots as they watched her storm down the hallway. No, this time they were watching her walk down the hallway…too cheerful for their taste.

It was how they pictured she'd be if she had stuck Colonel O'Neill with at least a dozen needles…or, on the other hand, it was the expression she wore when she was currently contemplating it.

And people didn't want her to decide that she wanted to use them as pincushions, as well…so they stayed far away.

They didn't know how close they were to the actual thoughts going through her mind as she walked away from the women's locker room, her task accomplished. She couldn't wait to see what would happen…but right now, she'd settle for lunch with Daniel in the commissary. She wanted to hear how his part of their plan had gone, and what they were going to do for stage two.

Major Samantha Carter arrived at work quite a bit later than usual. Her motorcycle had broken down on the way here and she had had to call for help. The General knew about it and had arranged for a tow, as well as a different car to come and pick her up. She was already two hours late.

Walking to her locker, she opened it and was surprised when something fell to the floor. Shrugging mentally, she bent down and picked it up…her brain freezing and heart fluttering at what she saw.

It was a note on SGC letter letterhead that said: Samantha…I've been working with you for a long time now, and have fallen in love with your smile, your willingness to do anything to save your teammates and friends, and the way you brighten my day by just walking into the room. I'd like to thank you and show my appreciation for you in person. Central Park, 19:00 hours tonight, near the big old oak.

Your Secret Admirer

Sam sat down on the bench, staring at the note in her hands. Someone at the SGC had been in love with her for years? She looked at the note, trying to find any clues as to who sent it…but there were none. It was typed—specifically for that reason. It was a problem that would bother her until she found out; the only way to figure out who the person was…was to go to the designated place.

And Major Samantha Carter never liked to not figure a problem out.

Humming slightly to herself after a long day's work, Carter slid her ID card into the reader and waited for the elevator to arrive. She wanted desperately to go home and change so she could meet this mystery person…whose identity had been on her mind all day. Was it someone she actually knew well? Or was it someone who knew her, but she didn't know them at all?

Lost in thought, she didn't sense someone come and stand next to her.

"Think that hard all the time, Carter, and your brain will fry," a male voice said, startling Sam out of her reverie. Looking over, she saw who it was and smiled.

"Sir!" she exclaimed. "I didn't even realize you were there!"

"Special Ops, Carter…Special Ops. So…what're you doing tonight?" Colonel O'Neill said it casually, and gave no hint of anything. What if he wasn't the one who gave her the note? What if the person turned out to be Walter, or someone like that? Wait…Walter had a fiancée and they were quite happy together. Carter mentally sighed in relief. It wasn't that she didn't like the man…far from it! It's just that she didn't like him romantically.

Now the man next to her on the other hand…

"Carter? Earth to Carter!" Something waved in front of her face and Carter jumped again.

"Sorry sir!" she said, automatically jumping to attention. If only O'Neill knew the nature of her thoughts about him…well, she'd be court-martialed and transferred quicker than she could say 'it was only day-dreaming!'

"Jeez! Stand down, Carter! You scare me when ya do that. Well, are ya gonna tell me what you're doing or do I have to beat it outta ya?" the Colonel joked, smiling that special slow smile that made her want to melt right on the spot.

"I'm…doing something," she mumbled, suddenly wondering if meeting the person at the park was such a good idea after all. No, she thought firmly, I want to know who it is!

"Oh fer cryin' out loud! If you're not gonna tell me, just say so!" The elevator doors suddenly opened and Carter glanced at them before her eyes were drawn back to the handsome Colonel, who was continuing to talk. "I hope you have fun with whatever you're doing. I actually need to finish some paperwork. I just wanted to talk to ya before ya left. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course, sir," the Major said with a small smile and stepped into the elevator, her mind slowly turning back to who her mystery person was…the butterflies in her stomach settling down, as well.