"Teal'c, look at this. Captain Leon Williams was transferred from the Pentagon six weeks ago. Colonel Kennedy signed his papers. He could be the mole, Teal'c!" Major Carter was trying to remain neutral, but it was getting difficult. "This guy has been assigned to SG-9 and this team has been off world on a weekly basis for several weeks. I think he could have had ample opportunity to make contact with this Tollan scientist."

"Daniel Jackson did say that High Chancellor Travelle would be investigating this matter. Perhaps they have been able to locate the scientist. It is possible that SG-9 has visited this location recently. This could prove that Williams is the man we are looking for." If this man was the traitor, Teal'c wanted to take part in the interrogation.

Carter gave a satisfied nod. "I'll make a list of the planets SG-9 has visited during the last six weeks, check his background, see where this guy comes from, where he was stationed prior to his assignment to the SGC and what he has done until today. Then I suggest we report back to the General and ask permission to contact High Chancellor Travelle. Hopefully this is our break."

Glad she had something concrete to work on, Sam's fingers ran over the keyboard, retrieving the addresses of the planets where SG-9 had been. While the printer did its job, she used another computer to access a background profile of Captain Williams.

Teal'c took the list of planets SG-9 had visited and studied them carefully. "I recognize one of the planets, Major Carter. The one your computer calls PX4583 is known as Hollumia. It is a world the Tollan have lived on for many decades."

Sam looked up from her work, nodded absently. "We'll have to ask High Chancellor Travelle about that, then. Look at this: Captain Williams was stationed at some department called FIOD before he was transferred to the Pentagon. He was still a Lieutenant then."

She didn't look up from the paper in front of her, frowning deeply as she continued. "Now that is strange... I can't come up with any information regarding the FIOD. Whatever it is, it's not listed..."

Staring at her screen in surprise, Carter continued. "At the Pentagon, Williams got his own research team and got promoted to Captain. His team was responsible for doing research on foreign biological weapons. He was stationed in the Middle East for four months where he worked close together with the UN. They were not done with their research when Colonel Kennedy called him back and transferred him here to the SGC."

"What happened to the officer that left SG-9 before Captain Williams joined the SGC?" Teal'c asked.

"Good question, Teal'c." Sam jumped up, bowed over another keyboard and printed another list. Grabbing it, she read what was on there. "Captain Miller is the one who was on SG-9 before Captain Williams was assigned to the team. Captain Miller resigned, about nine weeks ago. Now let's see if I can find anything else..." Carter once more issued some commands, then her face lit up. "Well.... that's something. Captain Potter also has worked for this FIOD..."

"Captain Potter?" Teal'c questioned.

She looked up, smiling triumphantly. "Captain Potter is one of the higher technicians of the NID... I recognized his name!"

"I think we know enough to report to General Hammond now, Major Carter," Teal'c concluded with a slight bow of his head.

She nodded. "Yes. This is all too convenient to be a coincidence. Let's go." She gathered the printed information and closed all screens on the computers she had used, not wanting to leave any traces of her research.

Daniel Jackson had been reading in a magazine the last half hour, constantly keeping an eye on his friend, who had started twisting and turning after Janet Fraiser had cut back the medication.

Jack stirred and groaned.

Daniel closed the magazine, threw it on the table and stepped closer to the bed to grab O'Neill's hand. "Hi, Jack," he greeted the older man.

O'Neill slowly opened his eyes and closed them quickly. "Oww… Can somebody turn the lights off?" he muttered as the bright light coming from the ceiling hurt his head.

Jackson hurried to the wall and shut off the lights. He rushed back to the bed. "They're off, Jack. You can open your eyes now," he tried not to show his concern at the Colonel's reaction to the light.

O'Neill opened his eyes again, blinking a couple of times. "Yeah, that's better," he said.

"That bad?" Daniel asked.

"Hmmm," the Colonel responded, pressing his palms against his temples. "It feels as if someone has run a spike through my head…"

"Well," Daniel hesitated, not knowing if he should tell his friend the truth already or not. "Actually, Jack… there is."

Jack removed his hands and stared at his friend. "What the hell?"

Daniel helplessly shrugged his shoulders. "Do you remember what happened at all?" Taking in the puzzled expression on Jack's face he reached for the alarm bell. "I'm calling Janet, okay? I think she is the most qualified person to fill you in."

It had taken Dr. Fraiser only a couple of minutes to respond as she stepped into the room. "Good evening, Colonel. How are you feeling?" If she was at least surprised by the dimmed light, she managed to hide it perfectly. She approached the bed, took in the numbers on the monitors and placed her fingers onto the Colonel's wrist to take his pulse.

"Kind of dizzy," O'Neill responded, frowning as he tried to assess his condition. Each movement sent waves of pain through his skull, so he kept his head as still as possible. "Mother of all headaches," he added.

Fraiser gave him an encouraging smile while offering him some water to sip. "That doesn't surprise me. Do you remember anything?"

"It's coming back in bits and pieces. There's something inside my head, right? Something that wants me to kill the General…" Jack moved his hands in front of his face. "I'm not restrained anymore? What happened in the Gate room?"

"You fought it, Colonel. Successfully, too. Unfortunately, the device has sent a small growth deeper into your brain, probably too small to see with the bare eye but large enough to give you that headache…" Janet explained.

"We're pretty sure that it's the Stargate that activates the device, Jack. So you and the General are safe here," Daniel added. "There are two guards at the door for extra precaution, however." With that last remark, Daniel looked rather apologetic.

"Good," Jack reassured his friend. "Don't want any surprises. I have no idea how long I can fight this thing. Is Carter onto it?" He shot an hopeful look at the petit Doctor.

"I'm afraid we haven't found anything concrete yet, Sir. The Tok'ra are unfamiliar with this device, but the Tollan might have some knowledge of it. We're looking into that right now. We haven't come up with anything to remove the damn thing," Janet was surprised by her own harsh words.

"A damn thing it is, Doc," O'Neill agreed softly. He was getting tired; his eyes were becoming too heavy to keep them open.

Dr. Fraiser rushed forward when she noticed the weariness in the Colonel's voice. "Colonel?" she urged.

"Just tired, Doc," he mumbled.

She took his pulse again. "Okay, Sir. Rest for a while."

They watched how his eyes closed, his head rolling to one side and he was fast asleep.

"Well," Daniel said after a while. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"

Janet didn't look that optimistic. "Not too bad, but his head is hurting a lot, Daniel. More than he wants to show us. I can tell by the readings on the monitors. Adding the fact that he could only stay awake for," she checked her watch, "what was it? About ten minutes? That worries me, Daniel."

Daniel stared from the still form on the bed to the female Doctor and back. "We have to figure this thing out, Janet. And we'll have to be quick about it."

"I know. Go and see what Sam and Teal'c have come up with, okay?" Janet suggested. "I'll stay with him for a while."

"Okay. I'll be back shortly to fill you in," Daniel answered, throwing one last look at his friend on the bed and then left the infirmary.

Damn.

Were they onto him?

Everywhere he went, he either ran into that stupid blond Major or that huge alien of a Jaffa.

Or was he getting paranoid?

They couldn't be on to him, could they? His tracks were covered pretty well. Nobody would suspect him, would they?

He forced himself to relax and decided to go to the commissary. His teammates would be there around this time, and he wouldn't attract any attention by joining them.

That sounded like a plan.

Just sit there, have some fun with his teammates. He must be imagining things. They couldn't have figured him out.

Without paying any attention to the Jaffa that passed him in the corridor he headed to the commissary.

So... Sam and Teal'c ar onto something!!! Will that be the breakthrough? On the other hand, you don't want this to end too quickly, do you?