Daniel looked up from his notebook as Sam came up to his bed.

"Hey." She held out a mug.

"Hey." He replied hopefully. "Is that coffee?"

Sam smiled and shook her head. "Tea." She returned. "Janet would kill me if I brought you coffee right now."

Daniel frowned and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "She'd never have to know." He whispered.

Sam shook her head again as she perched on the edge of the infirmary bed. "Sorry, Daniel. I value my life too much to try to smuggle anything past Janet and in her infirmary, no less." She watched as Daniel took a sip and grimaced. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Daniel pushed the cup to the far corner of his make-shift desk. "Janet's just keeping me here for observation. Wants to make sure an infection doesn't set in. Thankfully, she's not withheld work this time." He gestured to the books and papers spread out before him. "I'm trying to get caught up before she clears me for active duty."

Sam smiled. "I tried that."

"Getting caught up?"

"Yeah."

"Tried?" he frowned.

"I gave up."

"That bodes well for me."

Sam picked up a book and flipped through it distractedly. "Come on, Daniel. When's the last time you were caught up?"

The archaeologist made a show of looking at his watch. "… 1996, I think."

Sam smiled broadly. "Well, this may cheer you up: I ran into Janet before I came in here. She's releasing you. She said a nurse would be by in a little bit to give you a quick check up, and then you're done."

Daniel's eyebrows rose. "You're kidding. Already?"

"I wouldn't say that too loudly –"

"Yes… best not test the good fortune."

Sam stood. "I'd be happy to give you a ride home."

"That'd be great." Daniel said, then leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Would you mind stopping by my office and grabbing –"

Sam leaned in herself, also whispering. "Already done."

Daniel smiled, satisfied. "See? This is teamwork."

"It really is."

- - - - - - - - -

The next morning found Daniel poring over various texts in his apartment. Sam had dropped him off supplied with books, artifacts, journals and enough work to last for weeks; a quick jump to the coffee shop down the street had provided him with everything he needed to be happy until cleared for active duty. As it was, however, he found himself being interrupted by a persistent knocking. It finally occurred to Daniel that someone was at the door.

"Jack." He greeted upon answering. "What are you doing here?"

"Good morning, Daniel." Jack smiled cheerfully. "You look like crap."

"Thank you." Daniel's brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?" he repeated.

"Have you been up all night?"

Catching sight of a small paper bag, he ignored Jack's query. "Is that for me?"

"Answer the question." The colonel peered into the apartment. "Nevermind. I see the laptop, I smell the coffee and sense the Fifth Avenues are somewhere nearby."

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm working, Jack."

Jack held up a finger. "You're supposed to be recovering."

"I am recovering." Daniel defended.

Jack peered in again, looking about a bit more. "Is Carter here?"

Sam's head popped out from the kitchen as she leaned over the breakfast bar. "Hi, Sir."

He looked back to Daniel. "You two really need to get lives, you know that?"

"To our credit, we do know that, but we are perfectly happy the way we are." Daniel replied. "So… is that for me?" he gestured toward the bag.

"Yes." Jack offered the breakfast pastry he had brought with him.

"You can have the coffee." Daniel said as he went back toward his work. "I don't want decaf."

Jack looked incredulously at the paper cup he held in his hand. "How'd you know it was decaf?"

"I can smell it."

"There's something kinda freakish about you, you know that?"

"Yeah." Daniel looked back to his friend still standing in the doorway. "Come on in."

"Actually, I'm not staying." Jack stuffed his hands into his pockets. "The real reason I'm here is to tell you to get packed."

"Mission?" Sam asked eagerly from the kitchen.

"Yes!" Jack nodded. "…If by mission you mean fishing in Minnesota."

"Jack –" Daniel began.

"Ah!" Jack held up a hand to stop the protest. "Fraiser has banned you from the base for at least three non-weekend days. Plenty of time to relax and continue to recooperate."

Daniel turned imploringly. "Sam, help me out here."

"Sorry, Daniel." She smiled as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Catch a fish for me."

"Oh, not to worry, Major!" Jack bounced on the balls of his feet. "You're coming too! And I wouldn't leave Teal'c out of the fun."

"Sir –" It was her turn to protest.

"No complaints, Major." Jack smiled. "Be packed and ready to go tomorrow morning at 0700."

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