A/N: Again, wrote on the trip, lol. This one's pretty long, or maybe it's just me. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy chapter three of 'Fatherly Problems'.

Just as Cameron had said that, Jack Jr. had walked back towards him, now off his phone. The younger man was staring at the colonel, confused, "Are you talking about my Alex?"

"Cover blown", Mitchell reported softly before snapping his cell closed, "Maybe. What would that mean to you?"

"Let's go outside", Jack crossed his arms, waiting for Cameron to lead the way.

Cameron loosely hooked his thumbs in his back pockets and shrugged. Leading the way out the door, he turned towards his own car, but Jack grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, leading him to Jack's car.

Arriving there, Jack opened the passenger side door, making Mitchell climb in as he got into the other side of the SUV. He then went to the driver's side of the vehicle and shut the door.

Staring the older man down, he asked, "Are you with the NID?"

It seemed as though Cameron was half-expecting this question, "No. Not with the Trust either."

"So, do you know who I am as well?"

Mitchell nodded, and then looked around, "Wanna grab a pizza at my place?"

Jack looked as if he understood what the other man was thinking. The car might be bugged. After all, if they knew where to get her, they probably knew what vehicle she had come in as well.

He started up his car slowly and was about to put it into gear before looking towards Cameron, "Do you hear that?"

The two managed to jump out the doors and roll away before the car exploded. As the flames grew, Cameron picked up Jack and the two ran over to catch a cab, not wanting to risk the other vehicle.

Once safely inside of Cameron's apartment, the two swept out and checked for various video and listening devices that might be lying around. Luckily, there were none.

Walking back into his living room area with two Cokes, he saw a frown on Jack's face, "What, no cold ones?"

"No, Junior, you're physically too young", Cameron sat down on his couch, "So, how do you propose we find her?"

"I don't know, Military Man, I thought you'd have some ideas", Jack shrugged, reluctantly taking the offered Coca-Cola.

After sitting in silence for a moment, Cameron looked up from his drink, "GPS in her cell?"

Jack shook his head, "She's very careful about that kind of thing, so she can't easily be tracked by Them."

Cameron nodded, "Recent calls? Maybe if she's desperate, she'll try to call for help?"

"Her cell's probably long gone, Cam", Jack shook his head again, taking a swig from the frosty beverage.

After talking for a while, the boys finally decided that it was best to call the base, as long as the line seemed secure. They were working on figuring out the answer to the problem as well. This was truly puzzling.

Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter had joined in with trying to think of ideas, and even had the help of Cassandra, who was taking a break from college.

So far, the cell was out, just searching for her everywhere wasn't going to work, and they were running out of both options and time.

The only thing Daniel could do was pace about and drink mug after mug of coffee. He was so worried about his daughter, he even thought of maybe paying some sort of ransom or something.

Then he thought about who they might know with connections in both agencies. Kinsey was a good one, but was dirty to the core, and Daniel wouldn't ask for help from him even if he was on his death bed.

Cameron and Jack came onto the base together to join the mass discussion of what to do and how to find her. This wasn't good.

A missing kid could never be good.

Sam had already traced the last known whereabouts of the cell phone as the bathroom in the movie theater. Once it was found, it was heavily analyzed.

There was an encoded message hidden in the memory of the card, Three men in suits headed this way. I don't think they're the cleaning crew. I love you dad. Won't say a word. Practice driving, Jack. My words are leaving now.

Daniel had heard Sam reading the message out loud, "THAT'S IT?"

He grabbed the print out of the message and read it over and over again. Italicized within the wording was 'Help me'. She took some time quickly typing that in.

A tear came to Daniel's eye and he had to sit down as his knees went weak. He had to help his little girl. His only child. There had to be something he could do.

"Was anything missing from the phone itself, Sam?" Daniel asked, once he found words to do so again.

Sam looked up and saw Jack comforting Daniel. They hadn't really gotten along too well, because it was so awkward. But now…

Carter looked at the phone again, "Yeah, the GPS locater."

Daniel's frown turned into a half-grin. He knew that his daughter was crafty and sneaky, that she got from her mother.