A/N: I debated for a long time about posting this chapter, but I think I'll put you all out of your missery and post now so that we can get on with the show.

Sam was silent as they waited for the food to arrive. They had a leak? It wasn't anything new, but that didn't mean it wasn't scary. She sat in a corner, staring blankly at the screen of her laptop that had been delivered with her clothes. She was looking at the schematics for the naquadah generator, trying to improve her already excellent design.

The others watched her intermittently, snatching glances at her as they spoke in hushed voices. Alex was listening intently as Daniel told her and Vala the history of the Stargate on Earth. Bobby, Teal'c and Jack were discussing the intricacies of different forms of armed forces. All were worried about the normally vibrant woman, who was just a few months pregnant, and was listlessly staring at the computer screen.

After long, silent moments had ticked by for Sam, she sighed and moved in her chair before closing the window that held the naquadah generator. She pulled up one of her mission files from years before … when the Prometheus was still being built and there was another leak on board the big ship. When she was half way through re-reading her words, a thought struck her.

"Teal'c, did you bring the lap top Jack and I built for you?" she asked suddenly.

Teal'c nodded, "Indeed."

"Can you get it please?" Soon Sam was opening up a number of files on Teal'c's computer that could hold some clues SG-1 hadn't seen before.

"Carter?" Jack asked, wondering what she was up to, while already having a fairly good idea what his wife was doing.

Sam looked up, "Sir – Jack. They might see something we don't. They might be able to figure it out."

"The leak?" Alex asked.

Sam nodded, "These people were all hand picked by ten of the highest up men in the military. All of them should be loyal to the SGC and the Air Force … but somehow, the Trust got a hold of at least one of them." She handed Teal'c's lap top to Bobby, and her own to Alex, "I opened the personnel list – just click on a name and it will take you to their files. Maybe you'll find something we couldn't."

Alex nodded, accepting her reasoning. She noticed a different file opened on Sam's computer and maximized it on the monitor, "Sam? What's this?"

Already knowing what she was referring to, Sam explained, "That's my mission report from the last time we had a leak on the Prometheus project."

"And you suspect the same organization is behind this leak?" Bobby asked, not taking his eyes off the lists of names.

"There's a very high chance of that," Jack said, outwardly calm, inwardly seething with rage that someone had double-crossed them again.

"Can you explain to us what the Trust are?" Alex asked, knowing that it would be better if Bobby wasn't interrupted in his search.

Sam turned to Jack, who turned to Teal'c, who turned to Daniel, causing the archeologist to groan before rubbing the bridge of his nose, "The Trust are a rouge group that was originally an intricate part of the NID. They claim to want the same thing as the SGC but are extremely more … liberal and less caring about how they get it."

"What?" Alex asked, turning her attention to Sam and Jack.

"They don't care who they hurt or what they do to get what they want," Davis said from his vantage point by the door. "The Trust has a tendency to kidnap their targets."

"Who's been the most recent hit?" Alex asked, casting a worried look toward Bobby.

"They kidnapped Dr. Jackson last year to help with a translation … after framing Teal'c for murder and kidnapping," Davis said, backing up a step from the door, his left hand reaching for his handgun. "Food's here."

"Good, Davis, you can pay for it," Jack said, his smart-ass smirk in place as Davis looked back at him as if he was crazy. "Don't make me make that an order."

Bobby smiled slightly at his old friend's antics – he was just glad he didn't have to pay. He was looking over the list of personnel again, hoping a name would pop out at him. What did pop out was just that.

"Croydon." Bobby looked up and met Sam's eyes, "Who's Lt. Croydon?"

Sam scrunched her brow, "Croydon … they're not in any of the staff I picked out."

"They're in mine," Daniel said with a scowl. "Lt. Angelina Croydon, Ph.D. is a linguist. I brought her on board ten months ago. She was assigned to the Prometheus … five months ago."

Bobby's fear ridden eyes met Alex's and she wordlessly returned her attention to her laptop and found the name among the list. She clicked on the link and took in a sharp intake of breath.

"What is it?" Bobby asked. "Is it her?"

The members of SG-1 tried to scour their memories for who Croydon was – if anyone important. They all came up blank.

"Yes, thank you," Davis said, closing the cell phone no one had noticed him use. They looked at him, silently asking who he had been talking to. "That was Captain Hailey. I just had her run a check for a Lt. Angelina Croydon and she told me that Lt. Croydon was reported missing last year by her boyfriend, Frank Smith. Two months ago, the body of a woman matching Croydon's description washed onto the southern California shoreline. I just requested Hailey petition the police department down there to get a sample of the DNA found on the deceased. We should know within hours if it's Lt. Croydon or an imposter on our ship."

Bobby looked at Alex, "You can tell them right now, Eames."

Alex looked up, trying to keep her emotions out of her face as she said, "Either she has an identical twin sister, Bobby, or Nicole Wallace is on that ship."

Sam and Daniel exchanged a nervous look; Vala fidgeted and looked like she was about to scream; the muscle on Teal'c's jaw visibly twitched; Davis stood at parade rest, waiting for O'Neill to tell him what to do; Bobby and Alex just stared at each other, the first pleading for the second to help him keep his sanity.

It was Jack who broke the silence. He got to his feet and rounded on Davis, saying in a deadly low voice, "I want the security system for all aspects of the Stargate Program put under scrutiny as of yesterday. And I want to know how the hell a serial killer was able to pose as one of the best linguists in the country and get on board what is supposed to be the most secure facility in the solar system! And I want you back on a plane to Washington within the hour to find out all of this, Davis – now."

A/N: You know, my review stats for the last seven chapters are quite funny: 4,3,4,3,4,3,4. If this continues much longer, I don't know what I'll do. But I'll say this much: I don't think I'm updating until more than three of you review.