'Oh for the love of…' Jack said to himself as the phone rang for the twelfth time. 'Pick up already!'
'Hello,' the reply came, and Jack internally groaned the cliché.
'Hi Doc, is Daniel there? I need to speak to him, it's urgent, Jack said.
'Sure, hold on,' the reply came.
'Jack, what's up?' Daniel asked on the other end of the line.
'Why didn't you answer your cell? We're needed on base, you got thirty minutes.'
'OK, I'll meet you there,' Daniel answered as he hung up. As Jack put his cell phone back in his pocket, he suddenly froze. Wait just a minute. Was that…?
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'Jack, what's up?' Daniel asked as he walked into the briefing room, which was empty, except for Jack.
'Nothing, false alarm,' Jack said.
'False alarm?' Daniel asked.
'Yeah, just some trouble with some Goa'uld. SG-3 and 14 took care of it, they didn't need any back-up.
'Oh, OK. Well, in that case, I'm, uh… gonna go back home,' Daniel muttered as he slowly made his way towards the door.
'Daniel,' Jack said, causing Daniel to stop dead in his tracks. 'Yes, Jack?' he asked.
'Not like you to want to go home.'
'Um, well…' Daniel said, stumped.
'Are you feeling alright?' Jack asked.
'Um, yeah, fine…' Daniel said, looking uncomfortable.
'Maybe you could have Doctor Frasier check you out once you get home… even though I suppose she's already done that, no?' Jack said as he got up and walked out of the briefing room, patting the dumbstruck Daniel on the shoulder as he passed him.