If there is a crossover I will make a note like this at the beginning of the chapter. The first four chapters will be character establishment from the specific POV of the character, the rest will be like episodes of a show in third person POV.

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Chapter 1: The Spy

I stepped off the gondola and tipped the gondolier before going up to the mansion where I gave the security guard at the front my invitation for the event. He checked my name off the list and let me through. This mansion in Venice was as massive as the ego of our host. The place was ornately decorated and no one was wearing anything that cost less than $1,000. My dress flowed as I crossed the room to speak with Mr. Alta.

"Ah, Alex Barsetti," He greeted me in Italian, "What a pleasure to see you here tonight."

"You are the one who invited me Ralph," I replied also in Italian, "your place is beautiful."

"But not as beautiful as you. I recognize the hand that made that dress, but it was not in his collection this year."

"Mr. Lang made it special for me. He's a close friend."

"I am not surprised you are friends with one of the biggest fashion designers in the world. At any rate would you care for a dance?"

"Certainly," He lead me onto the dance floor and we became the center of attention as we circled the floor. When the song ended I excused myself to the restroom. I went down the hall and saw a girl come out of the restroom on my right. When she was out of sight I went to the left down another hall where there was a door with a card reader next to it. I pulled the card I had lifted from Ralph Alta from the hidden slit in my sleeve and opened the door. On the other side was a massive computer.

I went up to the monitor and dialed my phone. Jason answered, "Hey Kay."

"Ciao, il mio strano amico"

"Stop with the Italian."

"I have to mess with you a little. I'm in the room," I pulled out the flash drive he gave me earlier from a hidden pocket in the dress, "Plug and play right?"

"Ya, just plug it in and I'll take care of the rest. But be careful, as soon as you plug it in security will know you're there."

"I thought you took care of that."

"I turned off the cameras, the rest is why you had to go in."

"Right," I plugged in the drive and went to the door. There was nothing I could use as a barricade and it would be my only exit once Jason was finished with the computer so I couldn't simply seal the door. Ralph was the only one with the key card so that would stall them, but not for long.

"I'm done," Jason said in my ear. I guess I didn't need long. I grabbed the flash drive and ran out the room, I managed to make it into the restroom as security came around the corner. I stayed in the restroom for a moment before returning to the party.

I found Ralph and took his arm, slipping the card back into his jacket pocket, "There you are." I returned to flawless Italian, "I was just going to find some food. Could you point me in the right direction?"

Ralph smiled that charming smile he used on all women, "Down that way, I'll take you." He started leading me away before a security man whispered in his ear. His smile disappeared for a moment before he told me, "It seems I have some security problems to deal with, if you'll excuse me." He went towards the computer room and I slipped out the front door with all the files on his arms trade secrets hidden in my dress next to my gun.

In case you couldn't tell my name isn't Alex Barsetti. I'm Kara Caffrey, and I worked for the CIA. That is until I came home from that mission.

I walked into Headquarters like so many normal days. The memorial wall held my attention for a few moments as it so often did. One star in particular drew me close. It looked like all the others and wasn't even the newest star, but the memory of it being carved in still made my chest tighten. I forced myself to relax and smile as I went through security, "Hey Greg," I said to the guard as I put down my bag for the x-ray.

"One of these days you're going to tell me about that star."

"Not until you get better clearance or they put the agents name in the book."

"You spy types and your secrets," he smirked.

I smirked back, "That is my job, and I love my job. See you later Greg." I picked up my bag on the other side and went to Jason's desk.

"You were wonderful out there," he said without looking up at me.

"You were better, if you had taken even half a minute longer I'd probably be a star on the wall."

"No you wouldn't. You would have come up with something. Boss wants you in his office, some air force types want something. They didn't give me details."

I glanced up at the office that overlooked all the desks, "Air Force? Why Air Force?"

"Like I said I didn't get details. I wouldn't keep them waiting."

I went up to the office and knocked. The voice on the other side told me to enter and I did. "Agent Caffrey," the head of the department said as I walked in, "This is General Hammond of the Air Force. He wants you for a mission."

"Me? How am I supposed to help the Air Force? I'm a spy."

"Exactly," the general responded, "I am in charge of a project that currently requires your skillset. Specifically, we need someone who can master a language and culture in less than a week."

I glanced at my boss who simply nodded, "I'll give you the room." He left and the general handed me a stack of papers.

I glanced at them, "A confidentiality agreement? I already signed these when I joined the CIA."

"The secrets I will tell you are important enough to have you sign more. I'll wait." He handed me a pen.

I started filling out the papers, "You know this office is probably bugged."

"That's why I have this," he held out a button and as I crossed the f's in my final signature he pushed it and suddenly I wasn't in the office anymore but sitting at a metal table in some conference room.

I stood up and backed away, "What just happened? How did we get here? Where is here?"

"You are onboard the space ship Prometheus. In geosynchronous orbit above Virginia."

"I'm in space right now?"

"Turn around."

I did and out of a window I saw Earth. The pictures don't compare to the view itself. "How is this possible?" I asked when the shock wore off.

"Asgard beaming technology. It's a lot of science that I don't really understand."

"Asgard like Thor, Oden, and such?"

"Yes. But they aren't the problem. I am in charge of the Stargate program. We are gathering a team for a very specific mission and we need someone that the enemy won't recognize but can learn the language and blend in."

"So you figured CIA."

"Yes, the director pointed me in your direction. Mission details are in the file on the table. We need an answer now, you will train at Stargate Command and leave for the mission on Friday."

"This is important, isn't it?"

"Short version yes. The Goa'uld are building a, for lack of a better analogy, death star. We need your help to stop them."

"How could I say no?"