O’Neill leaned forward and grunted as the muscles in his back locked up. "Yes, sir. Sir. I’d like to put in for a back transplant. If man had been meant to garden we’d have been created with hinges at waist level!" he grouched, rubbing his back with one hand.

"Colonel, I’ve decided to grant your request and allow you two weeks rest and recuperation after you’ve filed your full reports," Hammond said, studying his second in command. "Then when you return and Doctor Fraser has cleared you for duty I’ll schedule your next mission."

"Indeed, General Hammond. I am certain a period of rest would be appreciated by all of us, however I have a question before we depart," Teal’c said studying the paint on his hands as they lay on the table.

"Ask your question and I’ll try to find an answer for you," Hammond stated.

"Whilst I was painting the pergola I seemed to be receiving distinctly happy emotions from my symbiote as if it were … inebriated. Could there be a substance contained within the paint that could have an effect on the Go’auld?"

"Major, do you think there could be a possibility of that occurring?" Hammond enquired.

"Yes sir, there is a distinct possibility, but we would have to carry out some tests…" Carter said enthusiastically.

Teal'c however looked slightly dubious at the prospect.

"Aw! Come on, Carter we’ve just been given leave and you want to head straight back into the Lab?! Can’t it wait until you get back?" O’Neill complained, trying to hide a smile at Sam's enthusiasm.

Carter smothered a smile at Jack O’Neill’s remark. "Yes, sir. I suppose it can wait until afterwards."

"If Major Carter were to identify the substance that has that quality and then convert it into a weapon capable of affecting the Go’auld, we will be able to strike a significant blow against the false gods," Teal’c stated with satisfaction.

"And a happy Apophis wouldn’t stand a chance in Sheol." Daniel quipped, grinning.

"Ya think!" Jack said, contemplating the image of Apophis being too drunk to duck as he spoke.

"Well, let’s get down to the final item in this debriefing then you can take your R & R." Hammond said as he glanced down at the file in front of him. "I see the inventory of equipment checked back in doesn’t match that of the items checked out. What happened to the missing Zat?"

O’Neill froze and looked at the others sitting around the table. "Err… missing Zat? What missing Zat would zat, I mean that, be?" he said hesitantly.

Sam Carter looked back and forth between General Hammond and O’Neill as the Colonel started to dig himself into a hole with the great skill he was renowned for.

"I’m sure we had everything when we left the Hotel … didn’t we?" Jack added with wide-eyed innocence, looking over at Ferretti.

Ferretti nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir. I double checked to made sure everything was packed," he assured the General earnestly.

Daniel looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading to regard them quizzically. "I know where it is, but I don’t know how it got there!" he exclaimed.

Hammond read the article and started to smile. "I agree with your assessment of the situation, Dr. Jackson. And, considering the lady’s reputation in the intelligence community, I don’t think we would stand a chance if we went over and requested it back do you?"

O’Neill shuddered at the thought of getting on the wrong side of Marion Ravenwood-Jones. "Personally, sir, I’d rather face Apophis unarmed and without my pants!" he stated fervently.

The imagery struck the others in the briefing room as horrifying and totally appropriate considering the alternative.

"Besides sir, it’s still in the possession of SG1 in a way," Sam said with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

"Come on Carter, elucidate!" Jack urged with a poker face.

Five pairs of eyes stared at him in shock, as O’Neill used the word in its correct context.

"Umm, Jack, you do know what that means, don’t you?" Daniel said, staring at O’Neill with wide eyes.

O’Neill sat back in his chair with a smirk as he answered the archaeologist. "Yep, I watched a show called Sherlock Holmes when we were over in England, now he had a way with words!" Jack said admiringly. "Now come on, Carter, spill it!"

"Well, sir I discovered an amazing coincidence when I was with Charlie in a local Tea Shop," she said controlling the urge to laugh.

"And?!" Jack demanded.

"It was there on the top of the menu that I saw it, the name and address of the shop…" Carter carried on despite interruptions.

"Come on! Stop dragging it out!" O’Neill groaned.

Sam started to grin, gleefully anticipating his reaction. "Sir, the Zip Code for Stevenage is SG1."

And Zat's Zat….

(Maybe?)