Jack and Teal'c stormed into the front entrance of Denver Mercy and nearly ran head-long into Carter who was storming out. O'Neill quickly recovered from his shock, "They released you already?"

"I signed out AMA." She saw the lecture coming a mile away, "it was a Zat and the police were there with questions I didn't have answers for yet."

"Oh hell. Where's Jonas, they did bring him in with you, right?"

Carter stopped in her tracks, "he didn't come in with me. Hasn't he called you by now?" Her heart began pounding even harder when both men gave a negative shake of their heads. "We have to get back to the library!"

"Carter, calm down. Now what happened, from the beginning." He laid a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder to emphasize the 'calm down' portion of his statement.

Sam took a deep breath. "We were attacked, at the library, sir. They must have been following us and-"

"And JonasQuinn did not observe them?" It was common knowledge that Jonas noticed EVERYTHING, especially if someone was following him.

Carter allowed a small smile at that. "I think he was a little too excited about being in the library. Anyway, they came up behind Jonas with Zats. I didn't really get a good look at either of them and the last thing I remember is drawing my sidearm." Sam stopped to fight the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that was threatening to envelop her. They didn't know anything yet, he may be perfectly fine; there were tons of reasons he might not have been able to check in yet. "We need to get back to that library now, sir."

"Well then, lets go." Taking Carter's arm, he steered he toward the rental car. "Just tell me where we're going."

The police cars surrounding the front entrance of the library was not the sight they were hoping to see. This was not good, how were they going to explain Jonas, it wasn't like he had any ID for the police to run.

Sam picked up her phone. "Maj Carter for Gen. Hammond please… thanks… I'm fine, thank you sir… General, we need to take over the investigation at the Denver Public Library… No sir, we're there now, we just need the authorization… Yes sir, we'll let you know if we need additional personnel." She turned to Jack in the driver's seat, "We have authorization."

"Oh goody, just what I always wanted." O'Neill led them through the large double doors then followed Sam's directions back to the mythology section. Although it wasn't exactly all that hard to find considering all the cops and CSIs hovering in the area. Jack went to duck under the yellow caution tape but was stopped by a young uniformed officer.

"I'm sorry sir, you can't come in here. This is a crime scene."

"Very good, and now it belongs to me." He flashed his credentials in the young mans face and proceeded to duck under the tape. "Who's in charge here?"

Carter and Teal'c began looking around the cordoned off area while O'Neill spoke to the detective in charge. What they saw was not comforting. The was no sign of Jonas, but there were definite indications of a struggle everywhere, including a couple rather large pools of blood.

STARGATE: SG-1

AS least he knew his head was still attached. Of course, the only reason he knew that was true because it was throbbing in time with his heartbeat. And unfortunately, his head wasn't the only thing that was throbbing. It took Jonas another few minutes to clear his head enough to take stock of the rest of his body: only one eye would open, lips were cut and swollen, ribs were stiff and extremely sore, and his right thigh was on fire. The fact that he was tied to a chair only made the situation seem that much worse.

"Well, look who decided to join the land of the living. How are you feeling Mr. Quinn?"

"Like you care," he mumbled over split lips. He put on his best 'pissed off O'Neill' look, but figured it wasn't worth much considering he could only glare with his right eye.

"Actually, I do. We need you alive, and preferably coherent."

"So you shot me because…" he'd been hanging out with Jack way too much. "Besides, what makes you think I'll do you any good 'alive and coherent'." He would have made the air quotes Sam had taught him if his hands hadn't been tied to the chair.

Agent White smiled evilly, "you're going to give us the stabilization equations for the sublight engines."

Jonas cleared his throat, "um, like hell." Yup, definitely spending too much time with Jack.

"Oh I think you will, or we'll just have to blow up the SGC."

"Wow, cliché." He shivered unconsciously when White's eyes glowed in response to his remark.