Lam had no idea how long she sat there just watching Cameron breath before she realized that her sulking was doing them absolutely no good. Sure, she was thrilled to know that he was alive, but that relief wouldn't get them out of this situation, and her getting off her butt and doing something just might. It wasn't like she could go that far; her movements were restricted to a fairly small range around the corner of the couch.

It had been dark when she'd woken for the first time, but the moonlight now spilling through the windows indicated that it was well into the early hours of the morning. It wasn't much to see by, but between that and the light from the small lamp in the other side of the room, she would have to make it work.

She turned her attention to the handcuffs that anchored her to the couch; the design of the couch leg prevented her from sliding the cuff down to the floor, lifting the couch and freeing herself. Carolyn grasped the metallic bracelet and tried to force it down over the wood outcropping several times to no avail. Realizing she was getting nowhere, Lam turned her attention to other areas of the living room.

That's when she noticed the food, a pile of power bars and water bottles at the far end of the couch. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until food was entered into the equation. She couldn't help Cameron at all if she suffered a hypoglycemic reaction before he even woke up, so she grabbed the top bar and dug in. Carolyn stared at Cameron as she ate, trying to catalog his visible injuries. The concussion was a no-brainer, especially considering the blood and bruising at his temple and of course, there was the fact that he was currently unconscious.

Cameron immediately made a liar out of her as he shifted within the confines of the chair.

Carolyn dropped the power bar and scooted as close to him as she could, "Cameron, you with me?"

"Nope," he moaned, "going back to sleep."

Lam squeezed his knee, her grip on the verge of painful, "no, you're not. Now scoot your butt over here and let me get a good look at you." She couldn't hold back a slight smile as her order was obeyed almost immediately.

Cam bit back a moan as his stiff and bruised body protested the movement. Eventually he was able to move himself close enough that Carolyn helped him right the chair; Cam squeezed his eyes closed as the room tilted crazily. Sucking in a shallow breath, he willed himself not to throw up. "Are you ok?"

"I should be the one asking you that," Carolyn gave him a stern look.

Cameron ignored her, and continued to examine her exhausted face. "He didn't hurt you, did he?'

"I don't even know who he is; do you?"

"His name is Wilks, he was transferred to SG-19 a couple weeks ago."

Recognition dawned on Lam's face, "he asked me out when I did his initial physical, why would he… Oh God, you're here because of me, aren't you?" The more Carolyn thought about it, the more she realized that was the case. Every time something had happened to him, it was just before or right after they were together; he'd been on his way to pick her up when he'd been locked in his room, he'd spent the night at her house just before he was pushed down the stairs, and finally, he'd been abducted on his way to movie night.

Wilks had been trying to keep them apart; apparently he saw Cameron as his competition.

But that didn't explain why Wilks had brought both of them here. Unless… unless Wilks planned on using Cam as his leverage to get her. The alarm set in as she began to realize just how dangerous their situation was. Carolyn wasn't given to panic attacks, in fact she'd never had one, but she knew all the symptoms, and she was definitely having one now.

Cam couldn't believe it; he'd seen Carolyn handle countless emergencies and life threatening situations in the infirmary, but apparently the thought of someone being hurt on her behalf was enough to send her over the edge. "Hey, come on, breathe, it's going to be okay." Mitchell frowned heavily when Lam's eyes glassed over slightly and her respiratory rate continued to increase. "Carolyn… Carolyn Mae Lam, look at me." Cam sighed with relief when that seemed to do the trick, "I'm here because Wilks is a sadistic son of a bitch; none of this is your fault."

Carolyn nodded but was unable to keep the tear from escaping her eyes as her imagination ran wild with various outcomes of the situation. She could only hope that her father and the team would find them before Wilks could hurt Cameron anymore.

Seeing that she wasn't calming down as much as he'd hoped, Cam dropped his head and scooted the chair closer the couch, "Come here." He shifted slightly as Carolyn settled on his lap; he nudged his head beneath her bound hands so that they slid down around his neck. "Shhh, baby, everything is going to be fine."

He would have given anything to be able to wrap his arms around her at that point; but he had to settle for resting his cheek on the top of her head. Mitchell could feel her tears quickly soaking through the thin material of his t-shirt.

Before last night, Carolyn couldn't remember the last time she'd cried, and now she'd done it twice in less than twenty-four hours. Not that she didn't have good reasons for it, but she knew this wasn't the time to lose it; they had to focus on getting out of here. Lam pulled back slightly, sniffing back any further tears, "Did you just call me 'baby'?"

Cameron ducked his head and blushed a deep scarlet, "um yeah, sorry. I guess 'Carolyn' just didn't seem to fit the situation. I, ah- please don't tell you dad."

Carolyn couldn't believe how much better a little joke could make her feel; that and the fact that Cameron looked absolutely adorable when he was that bashful. Looking into his eyes, she was amazed to see such a myriad of emotions playing there; there was his usual stubborn and protective streak, but there was also a deep affection shining through the pain.

Before her mind could fully process what she was doing, Carolyn leaned in and pressed her lips to his soft, pouty ones.

Cam couldn't have been more surprised by the kiss, but he quickly found himself relaxing into it even as his mind raced faster than a 302 breaking atmosphere. He knew this wasn't her- as much as he wanted it to be, it was the stress of their situation. Cameron knew that being the gentleman that he was, he should stop this now, but he'd been dreaming about tasting her lips since he'd spent the night at her house. Cam finally managed to get his body to pay attention to the signals his brain was sending and pulled back from the kiss. "Carolyn, I- ah screw being the good guy," he dove back toward her lips.

Both were so lost in the kiss that they were completely oblivious to the cabin door swinging open; they only looked up when an enraged bellow issued from the man standing there.

STARGATE: SG-1

Sam couldn't seem to get Daniel's comment out of her head; could Cam and Carolyn's kidnapper really know the location to every security camera on the base? Or was it just a coincidence?

Carter had stopped believing in coincidences a long time ago.

She tossed back the covers and grabbed her recently shed BDUs from the floor, wondering how she had even thought about trying to sleep. The halls of the base were rarely empty, but they were definitely quieter than usual at 0200; she reached the surveillance office without running into more than five people. The small office housed not only the monitors displaying feed from every camera on the base, but also a list of all personnel that had even the slightest contact with the cameras

Sam couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this before. Cross-referencing that list with their list of vehicles and suspects turned out only one name.

On the other side of the base, Teal'c wrapped a towel around his waist as he emerged from the shower. The workout had felt good, but it hadn't taken his mind from the situation at hand. The General had told them to get some rest, that they weren't any good to him exhausted, that Reynolds's team could handle the investigation for a couple hours. Teal'c knew that there was no way the General was taking his own advice and therefore he didn't intend to either.

Moving down the line of lockers towards his own, the edge of a photo sticking out of one of the lockers caught his eye. Teal'c was about to be the nice guys and shove the photo back into the locker, not wanting anyone to lose something that was obviously special to them, but stopped when he recognized Carolyn's white lab coat.

Teal'c pulled the photo the rest of the way from the locker and stared at it in growing anger. The picture was indeed of Dr. Lam, the petite woman was standing in the middle of her bustling infirmary issuing orders. This is not a picture one would have of a friend.

Teal'c eyed the combination lock, before grabbing the handle and ripping the entire door off. If he was wrong he would apologize to the man later.

He was not wrong.

The inside of the locker was plastered with pictures of Carolyn, sitting at her desk, eating in the mess, working out in the gym, passed out on one of the infirmary beds, talking to Col Mitchell… That was the one that caught Teal'c's notice; the large black 'X' over Cameron's face was extremely telling.