I apologize on every possible level. Oh god I am literally the worst! I have this problem where I start procrastinating and end up watching a different show and then I start more projects and forget to finish the ones I have going on…

For those of you who are on top of things, I apologize again because sometime last year I lost track of NCIS and NCIS:LA for who knows why. So just to be clear I am continuing this story from the point I started it (mostly because I am not aware of current developments, unfortunately, but also because I'd like to finish the story I planned out originally rather than start over).

I know I said this chapter was almost done…but then my computer died and I lost all the information, and then I got really angry at it and procrastinated so now I've had to re-write things that I wrote more than a year ago. Anyhow.

Callen stumbled a bit at the change in scenery, but caught his balance quickly and looked over to see if his partner would be making fun of him for it later. It didn't seem like a possibility—Sam was already in a fighting stance, assessing the threats on the other side of the room. Sometimes it was nice to be the laid-back member of this partnership.

He glanced over to the junior members of the team to see how they were taking…well, whatever this was. Kensi's body language reflected Sam's, except a bit more instinctual and less professional—and, amusingly, she seemed to have positioned herself in between Deeks and the rest of the room. Deeks, to his credit (or possibly he was just an idiot?), was good-naturedly gaping at the strangers and moving to introduce himself. Callen couldn't decide if he was really, really good at faking nonchalance, or if he was just legitimately not phased.

Eric was, upon closer inspection, giggling. "Did we just—did we just do what I think we did? This is some serious Star Trek going on." He turned to Nell, in awe, "I'm dreaming, right? This is a dream. No way did we just get beamed out of OSP like a couple of Starfleet officers."

Nell smiled, a bit knowingly, and laughed. "I'm pretty sure we did. I knew there was work being done with teleportation, but I haven't seen any working models so far. There's a Dr. Carter working on it, I believe." She cocked her head and thought for a moment. "She's Air Force, now that I think about it. She must have been successful. Wow!"

Dr. Jackson smiled softly. Sam had been looking forward to meeting this young woman. "She'll be here in a bit, I think. I can't imagine she'd miss this briefing."

"Wait—Sam Carter? As in, General Jacob Carter's Sam Carter?" Callen asked authoritatively.

The scientist in question appeared in the doorway. "Yup, that's me! Long time, no see, little brother!" she smirked good-naturedly.

He smiled. "Hey, yeah. It's been a really, really long time. Looks like you did pretty well for yourself."

Cam cleared his throat. "Uh, Sam? You want to introduce your friend here?"

"Oh, sorry, guys! This is G Callen, he was my foster brother back in the day," she turned to G, "You want to introduce your team?"

Callen switched back into team-leader mode and took up the introductions. "My partner, Special Agent Sam Hanna; Special Agent Kensi Blye, Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD, and our resident geeks, Tech Operator Eric Beale and Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones."

Cam spoke up quickly, "Alright, I'm Col. Cam Mitchell, and this is SG-1. Col. Dr. Sam Carter, she does the sciency-stuff; Dr. Daniel Jackson, he's our translator—"

"I'm an anthropologist, Cam."

"I thought you were an archeologist?"

Daniel sighed. "That, too."

"Whatever. He speaks like 26 languages and he does the culture and communicating thing. This is Vala Maldoran, she's-well, she's good with—local intelligence, and—information gathering."

Vala rolled her eyes, but didn't challenge his description. There was no way she was getting in trouble with these "special agents". Although it might be fun to get into trouble with this Hanna guy.

Cam was still talking. "—and this is Teal'c, former First Prime of Apophis, current muscle for SG-1. Also, a nice guy and a pretty great pancake chef."

Nell, who had been silently fangirling over Dr. Carter, turned at the mention of an ancient Egypian god. "Apophis? Is that a code name?"

Daniel gestured to the conference table in the middle of the room. "How about we all sit down and take this from the beginning, alright? It will be easier to explain if we start there."

As everyone sat down, Deeks pulled out a chair for his partner, only to find her edging closer to the window, almost-nervously? When did Kensi ever get nervous?

"Kens? Hey, earth to Special Agent Blye!" he joked, walking toward her.

"This is wrong."

Everyone in the room looked at her, some curious, some shocked.

Callen got his voice first. "What do you mean, Kens? What's wrong?"

She looked back at him for a moment, and the turned back to the stars. "The sky. It's not right. I know the constellations, and I've never seen this before. It doesn't make sense." She tapped the window with her knuckle. "Is this—is it a picture, or something? It's not the sky, that's for sure."

Sam was grinning ear to ear by this time. "It's not a picture, no. But you wouldn't recognize the stars from this angle, either. We're in a stationary orbit around Earth—right above North America."

Every one of Hetty's team's eyes widened. Deeks and Eric smiled at the same time.

"We're in—we're in space!? Abby's gonna freak!"

"Are we astronauts? I mean, not really, but technically? I mean if we're in space, we're astronauts, right?"

Kensi glared at him from across the room. He wasn't even looking at her, but he felt it and flinched. "It's just, my mom always told me I that I'd never be an astronaut. But now—"

"Shut up, Deeks." Kensi commanded, sitting next to him authoritatively. Teal'c noted her attitude and reminded himself not to cross her willingly. She seemed a formidable warrior. Perhaps not at the level of HenriettaLange, but as she was chosen by her, it seemed she may have studied under her.

Daniel spoke up. "Please remember what you've signed," he said, lifting his briefcase and setting it on the table. He stood at the front of the room, alongside a screen displaying what looked like Earth from space. "We might as well get started, as I know Hetty will want Mr. Beale and Ms. Jones back momentarily. I've prepared a presentation to explain what we do in this program, so you have an idea before we start the investigation. I'll also explain what exactly Col. William's team was doing at the time of his death." He looked around, smiling softly. "Please, I know you're going to have a lot of questions, but try to keep them short and on topic, alright? This needs to be quick."

Callen and company settled into their seats to listen, Nell with a tablet for taking notes, and Sam with a small legal pad and a pen. Daniel clicked to the next slide. "Okay, welcome to the Stargate Program."