"Do you realize how unsettling this is, Daniel? I was having dinner with my wife. A nice dinner that no one knew about, not even you. I'd flown in and I wanted to surprise her."

"They must have been keeping tabs on her. I wonder for how long, and why." Daniel frowned. It was unsettling. To think someone had been watching Sam and no one was the wiser… Daniel's frown deepened.

"What I want to know is why they chose to do this in a public place. They could have snatched her from home one night." The thought only enraged Jack more. He certainly knew Sam was capable of handling whatever life threw at her, but now she was his wife. He was worried and angry. Angry at himself for not always being there for her, and for letting her get taken when he was only yards away. It was hard enough living in Washington, sitting in a windowless office, hoping and praying Sam would make it home safely. But as it turned out, Earth was a bigger threat than the vast recesses of the galaxy.

"Jack, don't feel guilty," Daniel said, as if reading his mind. "Maybe they were planning on taking her tonight and you surprised them. They followed through with it anyway. We don't know, and we can't dwell on it. We have to focus on finding Sam."

"Jackson!"

Jack and Daniel turned towards the voice of Cameron Mitchell.

"Sir!" the officer stuttered, quickly snapping to a salute.

"No saluting, Mitchell. Too formal," Jack sighed.

"Yes, sir. Sir… I'm sorry. I had no idea you and Colonel Carter were…"

"Not many people do. It's not something we yell from the top of Cheyenne Mountain."

"Of course not, sir. Um…we have a lead on a few Trust safe houses. Sam could be in one of them."

No words had to be spoken as the three men rushed from the room.

Sam gasped for breath as the machine was turned to a lower setting. She glanced sideways as one of the men, Weaver, approached her. "Not getting anywhere, are you?" she said with a slight smirk. Oh, she'd definitely been hanging around Jack O'Neill.

"If you would stop being so stubborn, perhaps we could get somewhere. You can't keep this up forever; I don't care how strong you think you are. We need that code, and you are going to give it to us. Once you do, you're free to go."

"Like I'm going to believe that."

"Believe what you want. But the fact of the matter is, you are not going anywhere until you give Athena what she wants. Simple as that." Weaver fiddled with the controls and Sam cried out, bucking against her restraints. "Now, let's see what we can find."

"Team one, are you in position?" Landry's voiced filtered through the radio.

Jack nodded to Daniel and Teal'c, then Mitchell and Vala. "We're ready," he reported.

"You have a go."

They, along with a local team, moved in on the warehouse. Coming into a large room, with guns drawn, they found nothing.

"Check this whole building!" Jack ordered, eyes searching and heart racing.

"Move!" Mitchell shouted as the group dispersed to give the warehouse a thorough run through.

Weaver watched as Sam struggled with the memories of Jolinar's life. A few bits and pieces of Jolinar's time with Athena were showing up, but many of Sam's own memories were playing out on the screen before him. There wouldn't be much to report, and Athena would not be pleased.

And loud bang caught Weaver's attention. "What was that?" he asked, looking at his companion.

"I don't know." They both listened intently. They heard the sound of gunfire.

"Okay. Look, keep watch." Weaver turned the machine down and removed the straps from Sam's arms. They had to get her out of there. It looked like her friends had found her.

He heard an electric sizzle and saw his friend crumple to the floor. In his peripheral vision, he saw Sam trying to sit up. Weaver ran to the device, typing in a few commands. But before he could finish, he was shocked by a blast from a zat gun.

The electric current from the zat not only stunned Weaver, it coursed through the device, short circuiting it. A spasm went through Sam's body before she fell back to the bed.

Sam blinked rapidly, looking around in confusion. What was going on? She frantically tried to shake off the shock and remove the wires that were attached to her.

A man in uniform stood above her, uncuffing her ankles. Sam struggled harder. "It's okay. I'm here to help."

Gunfire pierced the air and the man dropped. Weaver groaned as the gun became too heavy for his hand and collapsed back to his position on the floor.

"Oh, God!" Sam cried, yanking the rest of the wires free and removing the circular device from her head. She ran from the room as fast as her shaking legs would take her. The firing of guns was almost deafening as she searched for an escape route. A locked windowed door ended up being her best choice, and Sam took a deep breath before she dove through.

She ground her teeth together as she hit the ground. Her arms were stinging, bits of glass jabbing her. Sam barely noticed the other uniformed men nearby. She was bent on getting as far away as fast as she could. The explosion only made her run faster.

"Only one safe house was still in use. That was the one SG-15 went to. They…they didn't make it, and some members of the local team were lost too," Mitchell reported. Jack sat with a scowl on his face as the younger man continued. "The whole place was rigged to blow incase of discovery. One operative survived. He hasn't said much, but he did confirm that Sam had been held there," Mitchell finished, looking down.

"Maybe she got away before it exploded," Daniel said hopefully.

"I don't know. She may not have had the time. On the other hand, this guy Weaver says he saw Sam leaving. Maybe she did get out of there."

"She could have gotten out on her own," Jack stated. That sounded like his Sam.

"Should she not have attempted to contact us, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked. Though the Jaffa was as stoic as ever, he was immensely concerned for his friend and teammate.

Silence descended upon the room. Teal'c was right. If Sam had escaped, they would have heard from her by now. Jack's stomach twisted in knots. Where was Sam?