A/N: This chapter is solely being posted for the very kind and wonderful reviewers: The Confused One, gothfaery and MuseUrania. Thank you for your thoughts; no, Scott and Cassie aren't dating; and yes, it will all be explained in time.

Sam relished the feeling of being held by Jack, as he basked in the feel of holding her against himself. They were having a baby.

When Sam said those words Jack was more terrified and thrilled than he'd ever been in his life – except on the day Charlie had been born. Briefly his thoughts turned dark as he thought about the son he had lost all those years before. He didn't want to make the same mistakes again, and was determined that he wouldn't. He was going to be a dad again. Last time … he'd screwed up. He wasn't going to screw up again.

They heard a thump against the door and went to investigate, only to find Teal'c standing there stoically with his hands behind his back, "Forgive my interruption, O'Neill, Colonel Carter, but all objectives of our mission have been completed."

"Sweet!" Jack said, with a grin. "How are Cassie and Scott?"

Teal'c's somber face revealed nothing, "Cassandra Fraiser has locked herself inside the women's restroom on the eleventh floor, and Scott Douglas is currently practicing his hand to hand in the work out area on the third floor of the building."

Sam sighed and moved to leave the interrogation room, Teal'c stepping aside automatically to let her pass. She was about to go try to find Cassie when she found Daniel and Bobby first – in the observation room. Her blood began to boil as she realized they would have seen everything Jack and she had done in the room. "Daniel! What the hell happened?"

The archeologist grimaced slightly as he watched his enraged female teammate advance on him and the NYPD detective. "Surprisingly, not much."

Sam's anger was still strong but she backed off a little, "Would either of you care to explain to me why the hell Cassie is currently crying her eyes out in the bathroom and why Scott is inflicting irreparable damage to a punching bag?"

Daniel looked down at his feet not really knowing what to say. Bobby saw this in an instant, and the need in Sam's eyes for an answer – so he told her what he had observed. "I think … that Scott's suicidal and … Cassie's been … helping him deal with it. She said something about … him being the only one who knew what she was going through."

Sam's eyes closed as she tried to get a firmer hold on her feelings. She knew what Bobby was talking about: Cassie had been the sole survivor of an attack made on her home planet by a Goa'uld named Nirti; and Scott had had his whole life ripped away from him when Loki cloned him.

Thinking about aliens brought Sam's thoughts to Vala and Daniel. Her eyes shot opened and looked at Daniel in concern, "Where's Vala?"

"She's with Alex going over something. I didn't stay around long enough to find out," Daniel said.

"And where are they?" Sam asked, very annoyed with everything Daniel was letting happen – not caring about his own well-being.

Daniel furrowed his brow, trying to remember where he'd left them, "I think they're in the break room."

"How long?" Sam asked, the agitation very evident to the two men.

"About half an hour," Daniel said, still appearing to be unworried about the situation.

Sam turned her attention back to Bobby, "How far away is the break room from here?"

Bobby thought for a minute, not really ever having thought of the distance between the two rooms. He still hadn't responded when Teal'c and Jack walked in. "It's about two hundred meters, Carter," Jack said.

Sam growled, low in her throat as she rounded on Daniel, "Get your ass in that room now, Daniel! You may not care if you fall down and die – but I do!"

Daniel looked down as his feet, muttered something in another language and shuffled out of the room to find the woman who couldn't leave his side for more than an hour without terrible consiquences.

When he was gone Sam turned back to the three men still in the room, "I'm going to go check on Cassie."

Jack, Teal'c and Bobby watched her leave in silence. Finally, Bobby turned to Jack, "I want to know what's going on, and I want to know now."

The general shook his head, "Not now. Wait until after work. We'll fill you in then."

Bobby checked his watch – it was only 10:00. How the hell did they go through a hostage situation in under four hours? Why the hell wasn't anyone else stressed out and worried about what was happening with Cassie and Scott? Why did he suddenly miss Nicole so much?

Alex walked into the room and noticed the introspective look on Bobby's face. She cleared her throat, bringing him out of his reverie. When his eyes met hers she said, "The Captain gave us the rest of the day off. He said he didn't want to see either of us in here until tomorrow afternoon."

Bobby nodded, registering her words carefully before turning to Jack, "Looks like the end of the work day is closer than you thought."

Jack just rolled his eyes, "Fine. Let's go. Hey, T? What happened to Ferretti and the rest of the crew?"

Teal'c raised one of his eyebrows in a signature move neither detective really understood before saying, "Colonel Pendergast has transported them back to the SGC, O'Neill."

"Ah," Jack said, motioning for Bobby and Alex to walk out in front of them, "Then let's go take care of some loose ends."

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Scott pounded the bag, uncaring how much his muscles protested the sudden onslaught of use after so long being idle. He focused on the pain in his arms, letting it take the place of the pain of Ba'al and seeing them again.

It wasn't like his life now was bad – he still had Cassie, and he was starting over. But there was still a hole in his heart that made him wonder if he'd ever be able to love again. When Cassie had told him that Jack and Sam had gotten married, Scott had been happy for them. Happy that his original had finally gotten his head out of his ass and told Sam how he – they – felt about her.

That was the one thing he could never run from: his love for Sam Carter. It was overwhelming at times, and Scott wasn't sure he'd ever be able to have anything more emotionally binding than a one-night stand.

Cassie was his one tie to reality. She was the one person who knew what it felt like to have their entire world torn away from them because of someone else's choice. If it wasn't for her, he'd have killed himself a year before.

Why the hell was he such an ass? He'd made her cry again. Damn it. He needed to apologize and make things right with her. But how?

A/N: So? REVIEW! I have quite a few more chapters written out and it's really mean of you all to just NOT REVIEW. The Fall Holy Days are approaching and I'd really like to get this thing done before I leave for Wisconsin in two and a half weeks ... but I'll leave it all week I'm gone if no one reviews.

I know, it's a terrible threat, but I'm willing to risk it just to hear some of your thoughts on this chapter. I'm a review monger.