Jack sat in silence in his living room, Jacob sitting in a chair across from him. Their beers rested unopened on the coffee table between them. Jack was trying to find the words to tell Jacob what had happened there just 24 hours earlier. The television was on, he'd been keeping any news on since that morning, radio or otherwise, hoping he wouldn't see a report of an accident.

"Jack, what's wrong with Sam?" Jacob finally spoke. He watched the younger man squirm as though someone had just stuck ants down his back. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, he would have found it quite funny.

"We're not sure. She's missing." There, he'd said it. "Something was bothering her." He glanced over at her clothes neatly folded and sitting on an end table by the front doorway. "She was standing outside in the rain at 4:30 in the morning yesterday. I got her cleaned up but by quarter to five that evening, she was gone."

He felt guilty. He knew everything about her, but he couldn't help her when she needed him the most. "I'm sorry, Sir. I told you I'd watch out for her-"

"Jacob does not know how to respond. The Tok'ra High Counsel can do without us for a few weeks. We shall stay here and help you search for her." Jack watched Jacob's head dip down, signifying he had control again. "Jack, let's just find her. I know my daughter, something made her run. We should think of any-"

"Jacob, hold on." Jack turned the volume up on the television quickly looking at the images they were showing.

"A family was found in a back alley of Colorado Springs yesterday around noon. The four bodies were partially hidden behind the dumpsters. There is no information at this time of how they died. Any information can be sent to the Colorado Springs Police Department. One member of the family is still missing. Eighteen year old Nathan Tanner was last seen eating dinner with his family at Dung Wong's. He is 6'3", black hair, blue eyes, about 180 lbs. If you see him, please call the CSPD immediately. The police right now are searching for whom they describe as a possible witness. A taxi driver has come forward to say he saw a woman about 5'11", blonde hair, running from the direction of the bodies' location. She was last reported to have been wearing a grey zip-up hooded sweatshirt, black jogging shorts and running sneakers. If anybody has information on the whereabouts of this woman please call-"

Jack looked over at the pile of clothes again. The top item was a pair of black running shorts. Her green tank top and grey sweatshirt where folded underneath. He stood and walked over to the table, picking up the sweatshirt. He was afraid of what he might find, already knowing the answer in his heart. As the sweatshirt unfolded in his hands he realized it was a zip-up with a hood.

"It was Sam." He set down the sweatshirt and sat back across from Jacob.

"Jack?" Jacob knew what the man meant. It just didn't seem like the thing that would make Sam run.

"The woman, it was Sam. When I put her in the shower I threw her clothes in the wash and gave her some of mine. Those right there are what she was wearing. I think there's more information than what's being released." Jack leaned forward and opened his beer. If Sam knew something about the deaths of these people she could be in danger herself.

"We should try calling anyone we know. Anywhere she could have possibly tried to hide out." Jacob stood, pacing. Selmac quickly took over.

"Colonel O'Neill, can you think of anywhere she may have gone?"

"No, she's never done anything like this before, even since you and Jacob blended." Jack ran a hand through his short salt and pepper hair, noticing he was shaking. He quickly shoved his hands in his pockets, hoping Jacob hadn't seen them. "What about her brother's? Would she go there?"

Selmac forfeited to Jacob, head bowed.

"I'm not sure. None of us were close after she joined the Air Force. Her brother was pretty upset about that." Jacob sat, then stood then sat again. His daughter had witnessed the murder of an entire family and now she was missing and presumably on her own.

"I'll call him, just to see if she's been there." Jack moved to the phone, hitting the speed dial for Sam's brother. As CO of the team, he'd insisted on having any family members of Daniel and Sam on speed dial just in case.

"Explain to him who you are, if he's covering for her he may tell you where she's gone," Jacob explained. He threw a sideways glance at Jack, a slight smirk crossing his face.

"We've met, he knows who I am," Jack replied, cradling the phone in the crook of his neck.

"Jack, Anise told me about the Za'tarc testing." Jacob locked eyes with the younger man, seeing him fidget.

"Jaco - Uh, hello? Yes, my name is Jack O'Neill, I'm looking for Mark Carter. Thank you." Jack held up a finger to Jacob, letting him know that someone was retrieving Mark for them.

"Hello?"

"Uh, yes, Mark?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Mark, my name is Jack O'Neill."

"Yes, we've met. Listen, I have to talk to you, it's about Sam. Can we meet somewhere?"

"We can be down there in 4 hours."

"We?"

"Your father and I."

"Okay, meet me at the restaurant, Dad knows which one."

"Four hours. Good bye."

Jack hung up the phone and turned to Jacob. "Okay let's go."