He looked up to find General O'Neill next to his desk. "Yes, sir?"

The general gestured at the papers piled on Walter's desk. "Anything there that won't wait til Monday?"

"Not really."

"Good." O'Neill handed Walter the six-pack of Guiness he'd hidden behind his back. "Happy St. Patrick's Day. Take the rest of the week off."


O'Neill wagged a finger at him. "Don't think I haven't noticed you're always here before I am and stay till I leave. You deserve it."

Walter was halfway to his car before he'd figured it out…

Colonel Carter was home on leave.