A/N: Hasn't been beta'd yet, but i'll repost when it is, just like i did with the last one!

Cassie woke up the next morning feeling slightly disoriented. She was hot, even though she could tell immediately the covers weren't on the bed anymore. Her socks and jeans felt sticky with sweat and as she moved to roll onto her back, she hit the wall. The arm around her pulled her back in protectively and she smiled, recalling the events of the night before. Falling asleep in Nate's arms was heavenly.

Obviously, her mother hadn't checked in on her the night before, not only did she sleep through the night, her clothes were still on. She'd fallen asleep reading before and Janet always came in to make sure she got changed into pajamas. Either Janet hadn't come home last night or she'd been too "busy" to check in on her. Both thoughts made her shudder. As much as she loved Daniel, the thought of the two of them doing that made her want to gag.

A shudder ran through her and Nate unconsciously rolled onto his side to grip her with his other arm. Her eye caught the clock at the end of the bed and as wonderful as lying in his arms felt, she had to get up and get ready for school or she'd be late. Again. And this time it would be her own fault.

She tried to lift Nate's arm just enough so she could sneak out of the bed without waking him, but he squeezed her tighter, pinning her to his side. She sighed in frustration and decided he needed to get up, too.

"Nate," she whispered, poking him in the ribs.

He snorted and started rubbing her back in slow circles.

She smiled and poked him again.

"Nate," she said a little more harshly. "Get up."

"Hmm?" He lifted his head just slightly, but his eyes didn't open.

"C'mon, move. I have to go to school."

He finally rolled back over onto his back and laid his free arm up above his head, still sleeping peacefully. She was loath to leave him like this, but to see his troubled mind finally at rest forced a sad smile to her lips. She definitely liked this guy and wanted to get to know him better, but right now she had to pee like whoa.

She gently climbed over to him and headed for the door, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Normally she needed the alarm clock to wake her up, but seeing as how early they fell asleep, and just how deep that sleep had been, she'd woken up on her own and not nearly as groggy as she usually was. So when she reached for the door, she saw the red body tag sitting on her desk immediately and knew that's not where it'd been left the night before.

Shit.

Oh, her day just shot straight down the crapper. Somebody had checked up on her. Somebody had noticed them. Nobody had done anything?

She pulled the door open, ready to head downstairs, and promptly stopped, noting Colonel sitting in front of her door, ears drooped to the best of his ability, and whined. His sad eyes stared up at her remorsefully and he wuffled her hand. It was almost as if he could tell she was in trouble.

"Hey boy," she whispered, and knelt in front of him. She wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug to comfort herself. Letting go, she stood and slowly went downstairs.

There wasn't a sound anywhere else in the house and let herself breathe a sigh of relief, hoping it just meant nobody was awake yet. Her spirits lifted, she let herself bound down the stairs, only to stop dead in her tracks as she hit the landing.

She met three pairs of very angry eyes and six crossed arms.

Yep, time for the second expletive of the day. She was on a roll!

She looked up into her mother's eyes and saw pure disappointment. The anger had been a quick flash that had disappeared almost immediately. She hated seeing that look. It sent a pang of guilt straight to her heart.

She looked to Daniel next. He was mad. He was definitely upset with her, but he wouldn't say a word. He just shook his head and lowered his eyes. Seeing that look from Daniel hurt even more.

Jack coughed slightly, catching her attention. He glared at her and pointed first up the stairs, then down at the floor in front of him, saying lowly, "Nate, now."

Cassie turned tail and fled back up the stairs in a hurry. Colonel met her at the top of the stairs and followed her into her bedroom.

"Nate!" she panicked.

The pure fear in her voice woke him from his slumber immediately. He bolted to his feet, still a little groggy and not quite sure what was going on. He saw her face through his haze and did the only thing of which his muddled mind was capable. He pulled her into his embrace and rocked her in comfort.

"Nate." She tried, not very hard, to pull away. "Nate!"

Nathan!

"Huh?" He held her out at arms length and stared into her eyes.

"You're wanted downstairs… Now."

Nate swallowed and nodded his head, releasing her from his arms. He entwined their fingers together as he kept a hold on her hand.

Levi was keeping him as calm as could be, but he was just as nervous, though he'd never let on to Nate.

The young man slowed as he neared the bottom of the stairs and let go of Cassie's hand, not willing to give his superiors any more ammunition. With a final squeeze, he headed down ahead of her to face the angry mob.

Before he even reached the bottom step, a flash of blue light shot out and caught him in the chest. He could feel the effect it had on his heart and lungs immediately, though Levi tried as best he could, pins and needles shooting through his arms and legs. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness were the pained eyes of Cassie and Jack's angry glare.

"Nate!" Cassie ran over to his slumped form and pulled him into her arms. She turned her attention to the adults standing around her and assumed they'd made some mistake. "Levi's Tok'ra!" she snapped.

Nobody said a word to her. Janet pulled her up off Nate and restrained her away from the other two men. It was no easy task. Cassie twisted and fought, trying to break away and get to Nate's still form.

Jack hefted Nate over his shoulders in a fireman's carry and left the house without a word to anybody. Daniel closed the door behind him and sat a still struggling Cassie on the couch. It didn't last long, Daniel wasn't known for being one of the toughest guys on base.

"What is wrong with you guys!" Cassie stood and stormed out of the room and up the stairs. Moments later Colonel joined them downstairs and they could hear the shower start up.

"I hope Jack knows what he's doing," Daniel sighed and sat down on the couch. Janet flopped down next to him and he pulled her into his arms. Neither of them particularly enjoyed punishing the teen, but at least one of the three of them should have thought to let somebody know where Nate was.

"Me, too." Janet leaned into him and went back over her part in the plan. She was to drop Cassie off at school and not say a word to her. How could she do that? She wasn't sure she could pull this off, but the reassuring squeeze Daniel gave her steeled her resolve. Jack's part was just a little more difficult. She wondered just how close he was to home and his little part of the plan.

When Nate woke up the first thing he noticed was it was cold, really cold. And he was lying on a cement floor. And… he was in his underwear?

What the hell is going on?

I'm not sure.

We would have known if the Goa'uld had infiltrated the SGC, wouldn't we?

I didn't sense enough Naquada to reveal the presence of a symbiote.

Enough?

The Colonel was implanted by Hathor. We had an agent in their midst who immediately sent him back into a cryogenic freeze before the symbiote could take total control. He still retains minute traces of Naquada in his blood.

Nate could hear movement above him, but couldn't tell who or what it was. He walked over to the door and tried the knob. Of course it would be locked. What would be the point of putting him down there if he could easily escape?

Damn, it locks from the outside.

He drooped his shoulders, utterly defeated, and leaned against the door, sliding to the cold floor.

Above him, Sam sat at the kitchen table cradling a mug of tea. Sea had gone in to wake up his young son. This morning they had an appointment to get him enrolled in the local school and then Sam was going to stay home and keep an eye on him while Jack, Sea and Nate went to the mountain for their mission briefing.

Jack came up behind her and gently eased her to her feet, and took her seat, pulling her down onto his lap. He couldn't get enough of her since she'd been back, taking every advantage to hold her he could.

Sam sighed, leaning against his chest. "How long are we going to keep him down there?"

"Until I get back. I have an errand to run this morning before the briefing. Let him simmer down there."

He kissed her neck sweetly as she took a sip of her tea. It was a good thing he hadn't spent the night at the Doc's last night. He'd come home to calm Sam down. He knew that unless she saw him face to face she wouldn't believe he was really okay. He'd slept peacefully in Sam's arm, their boys kicking against his gut. He'd rubbed the taunt skin over her belly until they were soothed and the couple fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

One of the boys kicked again and Jack subconsciously rubbed circles on her stomach and relaxed into the chair.

Sea and Tommy both entered the kitchen at that point, Tommy looking warily at Jack before taking his seat at the table. Sea walked over and poured a bowl of Cheerios for his son and set it down in front of him before taking the seat next to him.

As the young boy tucked into his breakfast, Sea cleared his throat and fidgeted nervously in his seat. "Tommy, do you remember Nate and Jack talking last night."

Tommy nodded, not looking away from his cereal. Of course he remembered, it was probably the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. But then there was that one time Jerod got sick and he lost his voice. It kinda sounded like Jerod had right before he'd lost it.

"Remember when Jerod got that bug, and he lost his voice because he couldn't stop throwing up?" Sea knew it was a little gross, but that was how eleven year old boys thought. He sent a sympathetic look to Sam, but she just smiled in return.

"Yeah, Dad." Tommy rolled his eyes and shoved another spoonful into his mouth.

"Nate has a… bug, that… um, it makes his voice sound funny like that. He's okay."

Tommy just shrugged his shoulders. "Oh. Kay, whatever, sure," he dismissed their response without a second thought. If his dad said it, it must be true, right?

Sea exchanged a flabbergasted look with Jack. They'd fretted over this and Tommy hadn't even really been anything to worry about? Jack just shrugged and lifted Sam up off of him.

"I have to get going for a little bit. I'll be back as soon as I can. Nobody goes downstairs until I get home." He leaned over and brushed a soft kiss against Sam's lips and headed for the door.

"Oh, Uncle Jack! That's gross!"

He laughed and turned back to the boy. "You won't think so someday." He threw on his coat and boots and headed out the door.

Nate was getting cold. He pulled himself up off the floor and decided to explore the basement a little to keep warm. There was nothing down there, except for the water heater. An evil plan started forming in his mind. If there was no hot water, eventually somebody would be down to investigate. With a small smile he leaned down and blew out the pilot light and shut off the spicket to the gas. He wanted to cool the water, not gas himself. He sat down next to the warm tank and waited.

A/N: Okay, i know this isn't quite as informing as you'd like, but the next chap is where Jack is off to and then more of Nate and Cassie's punishment. see, i thought of what my father would have done had he caught me and ry in the same position, but i figured jack would be nicer and shoot nate with a zat. lol. anyway, i would have had this up sooner, buti was notified at midnight that we have the mortgage man coming over to apraise the house so i had to clean up my room just a little bit and that delayed me slightly. sorry. tell me what y'all think! i got 2 more reviews last chapter,yay i'm up to 8! thanks y'all!