Sam walked into the Gate room the next day, all suited up and ready for SG-1's mission to P5Q 503. This was going to be great after her confrontation with Jack the day before. Of course, her preliminary physical had been interesting. The nurses spoke in hushed tones…even Janet had a tiny glare in her eyes.

She took a deep breath. It would pass as soon as there was another bit of juicy gossip, right?

Not with the way Walter Harriman (the Chevron guy) kept staring at her.

"Major Carter, is not O'Neill to be here for this mission?"

She turned and saw Teal'c. "Uh, yeah, I think so. I'm sure he'll show up. You know how he is…"

"He's probably just running late." Daniel filled in, avoiding Sam.

"Do I have horns growing out the top of my head, Daniel?" She asked, irritated.

He looked at her. "No…just a little touchy, maybe."

She glared at him. "I'm the same person I've always been."

"Uh-huh…" He said, studying her somewhat condescendingly.

"Daniel, I wasn't really dating him…"

"SG-1, this mission has been reassigned. SG-4 will take it." General Hammond said as he walked into the Embarkation room.

"Sir, we're perfectly capable of handling this…"

"Yes, you are, Major. But Colonel O'Neill didn't show up for duty this morning, and I haven't been able to reach him at home. I thought you might want to spend your time trying to find him instead of going off-world."

Sam's jaw dropped, though her mouth remained closed. "There's been no word from Colonel O'Neill?"

She had hurt him so badly that he had…

She couldn't think about it. However, he had almost committed suicide after Charlie, and now…

"General Hammond?" Walter asked, approaching the small group.

"Yes, Sergeant?"

"There's a telephone call for you."

He nodded. "I'll just be a few moments. I'd appreciate it if you waited for me in the Briefing Room."

They silently followed him up the stairs into the Control room and then up into the Briefing room.

Daniel and Teal'c sat down, but Sam was so nervous and worried that she stood, staring at the Stargate. The Asgard must have needed him and beamed him up into their space. Or maybe the NID had kidnapped him because of that stupid Ancient gene. Or…

Her mind started swimming with possibilities. Jack had made a lot of people mad.

She nearly sobbed when she thought of the most vivid possibility in her mind. Maybe Kinsey had sent someone to kill him for what he had done to help General Hammond.

"Thank you for waiting. I have some good news, and I have some bad news." General Hammond said, coming out of his office.

Sam didn't respond; she just continued looking at the Stargate, one hand over her mouth in horror as the other arm was wrapped around her waist, propping her hand up.

"Major, would you please join us?"

She nodded. Almost instantly, she was able to regain her composure. At that time, she turned and walked over to the table.

"What's the good news, sir?"

"We found Colonel O'Neill. That was him on the telephone."

Sam was visibly relieved. "And the bad?" She whispered, realizing that it wasn't entirely out of possibility that Kinsey had taken him prisoner.

"He's resigning effective immediately."