This is my first Stargate SG-1 fanfiction so please try and bear with me. I also haven't written for the better part of three years so I'm a bit rusty at the whole process. The context for this story is Season eight has occurred like in the series but is an AU from the fishing trip onward. Jack has gone to Washington D.C. and Carter went to Area 51. This is about a year after season eight ends. Enjoy.
It was an ordinary day in Denver, Colorado when the first panic button went off in a small family owned jewelry store in the largest mall in the Denver area. When the under trained and ill equipped security force arrived at the jewelry store the criminals had run and barricaded themselves in one of the main washrooms close to the jewelry store. One of the criminals had appealed to the mall security for protection after he tripped over a customer's purse and spilled the contents across the floor. She was less than pleased and the criminal was glad that security was there to calm the irate customer.
The other two criminals took their ill-gotten gains of less than a thousand dollars worth of merchandise and had attempted to escape the mall when the police arrived and barricaded the main exit. Their last refuge was the women's washroom that had several women occupying it and chatting by the sinks about various current events and sales going on in the area. The criminals turned and looked at all the women who had suddenly stopped talking when the men rushed into the restroom and pushed a large chair from the sitting area against the door. This action startled a blonde woman with blue eyes that was nursing her small infant on the adjacent couch.
The men turned and surveyed the mess that they had just caused with their moderately successful robbery that had be foiled by a woman's large purse that had been sitting on the floor. The first robber, with shocking red hair, addressed the women in a voice that he barely kept from cracking.
"Ladies, as long as you follow our instructions no one will be harmed." The half a dozen women looked at each other, looked back at the red haired man and started laughing at his obvious nervousness. In response he grabbed the woman closest to him, who happened to be the blonde haired woman that had been nursing, and repeated his threat to the shocked women. "No one in here wants this baby or this woman to be hurt." He drew the 9mm gun that he had used to break the glass in the jewelry store and showed it to the now silent women.
"Please let me put my daughter in her baby seat. She is too young to be involved in this. Whatever you want we'll negotiate with the police." The blonde woman attempted to reason with their captors. A middle aged brown haired man responded to her pleas.
"Fine put the little brat in the baby seat, but keep it quiet or I will not be responsible for my actions. This is a hostage situation you have very little room to maneuver here. Now you do want I want, collect up all the purses here in the washroom and empty them out on the floor in front of me, including yours." The blonde woman put up her hands.
"There's no reason for threats why don't you just calm down and think about what you are about to ask for from the police. I'll go and get the purses."
"I don't appreciate the attitude lady."
"My name isn't lady. It's Sam, Sam Carter."
Well what do you all think? Are you interested yet? Don't worry, to anyone that is concerned this is an SJ fic.