Jacob smiled. "You're spending too much time around Jack. Speaking of which you said 'we', is he here?"

Cass nodded. "He went to see Sam when we arrived…haven't seen him since."
Mark spoke for the first time. "And that was two hours ago?" Cass nodded. Mark looked at his father questioningly.

"Leave it Mark. He wouldn't do anything to hurt her." Jacob warned. Mark nodded his understanding.

When they finished eating Hammond asked Dixon and Ferretti to take Cass to one of the guest quarters while he and Jacob took Mark to the surface.

It was noon before either stirred. Sam woke first, mind still foggy from whatever Dr. Lam had given her the night before. It took her a moment to get her bearings and realize who's arm was draped around her waist. His breathing was shallow and warm against the back of her neck as she lay facing the wall with him spooned behind her.

She savored the warmth and security of his embrace for a long time before he started
to wake, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair before speaking.

"Sleep well?"

Turning in his arms she could see genuine concern showing in his face.

"The best night's sleep I've had in a long time." She confessed. He smiled, drawing her closer as she tucked her head under his chin and rested it on his chest. He held her secure but gentle, not wanting to hurt her.

They lay in each others arms for what felt like hours, simply enjoying the contentment they felt being together, until it was broken by a knock on her door. Jack rose to answer the door, opening it to several very pissed-off Generals.

Jacob and Hammond sat in the briefing room at 11:00 facing the other occupants of the table, who had arrived at 9:00 hours, looking very annoyed.

The SF finally arrived. "Sirs?"

"Send him in airman." Hammond instructed. The young man left and returned a moment later ushering Shanahan into the room. Shanahan surprised, stopped dead in his tracks and paled visibly, recognizing the other occupants of the room. Gathered around the table were Generals Hammond, Carter and Ryan plus the Joint Chefs of Staff, Generals Ford (USAF), O'Connell (USMC), Jennings (USA), and Admiral Louse. And none other then President Hayes.

The airman behind Shanahan shoved him none to gently in his back to get him moving again.

General Ford was the first to speak. "Detective Shanahan, I suppose you'd like to know why you're here, as well as what would bring us all here also." Pete didn't respond, simply stood at the end of the table, waiting.

General Jennings asked, curious. "Did you even think about the consequences of your actions toward Colonel Carter?" Again Pete said nothing, paling even more, if at all possible.

General O'Connell added. "Not to mention she has lots of friends in high places, if you know what I mean."

This got a response from Pete, which probably wasn't his best move. "And what stupid
alien would want to help a whore like her?" He seemed to have got some courage
back, which didn't last long.

President Hayes felt compelled to ask. "Detective you do realize Colonel Carter is a highly decorated member of this base. She's saved the lives of many of the people in this facility. And every time you speak ill of her, you're pissing more and more of them off. For instance, the two guards standing behind you." Pete looked back and right into the face of two VERY pissed-off SF.

Admiral Louse asked. "Just out of curiosity, what gave you the idea that Col. Carter was a 'whore' detective?"

The whole table was surprised at the Admiral's question, but waited to hear Shanahan's answer. "I'm glad you asked, Sam's a whore because she's been sleeping with O'Neill for quite a while now." He snarled angrily.

"And what proof do you have Detective?" Ford asked.

Pete just smiled. "She's carrying his bastard child."