Disclaimer: See chapter one.

A/N: Here we go all, here's chapter two rewritten.

A/N2: Just realized I didn't tell you that this is set during season seven not to long after Daniel Descends. Kinda important to know.

So now without any more ado, I give you:


Chapter Two: Damage Control

"What is it?" Daniel asked Sam as she looked over the contents of the briefcase. He'd brought it in as soon as his shock at the switch had worn off. By the time he'd gotten to base the shock had turned to dismay. This could be very, very bad, and not just because some unknown person out there had his translation notes. The contents of the briefcase were like nothing that he'd seen before. Certainly nothing he'd ever seen on Earth. This was advanced technology, of that he was sure.

"No clue," Sam returned, looking through the pages he'd been unable to decipher. She looked utterly fascinated, eyes glued to the papers. She hadn't even bothered to look at him as he spoke.

"More importantly, Dr. Jackson, who has your briefcase?" General Hammond asked as he entered the briefing room. " I don't think that I need to remind you how sensitive that material is. What sort of situation we could have on our hands if it fell into the wrong ones."

"No, you don't," Daniel returned, toying with his glasses in a futile attempt to hide his irritation. "I bumped into a woman on my way to the airport. She had a briefcase too. We must have switched then." He ducked his head then, pinching at the bridge of his nose trying desperately to remember all of the details. He'd been so preoccupied with what he'd found in a book at the Morgan Library that he couldn't say he was entirely surprised that something had gone wrong. The whole trip had been too uneventful he should have realized something was going to happen.

"Well, what did she look like?" Hammond prompted.

"Don't bother," Sam called with a frown as she held up a sheaf of papers. "These are the plans for some kind of nanotech, appearance modifiers. There's no telling the woman Daniel saw was using her own appearance," Sam shook her head looking confused. "I don't get it, this shouldn't be possible, all these components are found here on earth..." She trailed off shaking her head, frown deepening.

"Translation?" Jack requested as he finally joined them. Hammond raised his eyebrows at him, and Jack shrugged apologetically.

"There's someone out there that Sam wants to have a nice long talk with," Daniel replied, voice resigned. "And she happens to have my most recent finding about the Lost City of the Ancients. Unfortunately, we don't know how to find her, or who she is."

"Have you tried dusting for prints?" Jack suggested.

"I'm running them now," Sam replied, not bothering to look up from the pages she was looking through with rapt intensity.

"Well, you seem to have things well in hand," Hammond remarked. "Keep me posted.

"Will do, sir," Jack promised as the general left the room. Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, trying desperately to remember anything that could help them. Slowly, a very fuzzy image began to form in his head. Dark eyes filled with desperation, pale hair looking tousled like she'd been pushing through the crowd.

"She was running from something!" He blurted out just as Jack was about to leave the room. "Something seemed off, but I wasn't sure what at the time. She was hiding it very well, but she was running."

"Do you think she stole it?" Jack asked, nodding to the briefcase.

"I have no clue," He said shaking his head, face grim. "Let's hope we get some results on those finger prints, because there's only one way to find out."


It had taken her much too long to get here for her piece of mind. Still, getting explosives on to a plane hadn't been an easy task. Forging all of the necessary documents with only her lap top had been very difficult. The lack of Dierdra hadn't helped things like that had always been more her sisters specialty than hers. She'd managed though, and here she was.

Leigh looked around the small hotel room carefully. Yes, it would do, easily fortified. She wouldn't be here long, so it's run down nature didn't mean anything. She'd taken the last several hours to look over the hieroglyphics, just in case she'd over reacted, but they didn't say a thing about Naquahdria as far as she could tell. It was all about a lost city that had been intentionally sunk. Why anyone would want to research Atlantis, she had no clue. Needless to say, she was very, very angry. One way or another she was going to even things out. Even if it meant breaking into Cheyenne Mountain and finding Dr. Jackson. It was one of the most secure military bases in existence, but she was sure that she could do it if she had to. Most places weren't equipped nearly well enough to keep her out. Still, best it not come to that.

"No more time to lose," she muttered, as the sun began to sink in the sky. It was time to head out and clean up one more mess orchestrated by her sister. One of these days, she was going to resign and actually follow through with it... She stopped her musing then and there, she couldn't afford to be distracted. Not right before she started a mission. She took a deep breath, and a moment to clear her head before heading to the door. Setting up safeguards to tell her if someone was in her room in her absence was quick and easily done. Then she headed on her way.

It didn't take particularly long to find Dr. Jackson's home, but there was no sign of him, the place was deserted. A quick search of the one story building showed her that the doctor had good taste. There was no useful information to be found though, and she headed back to her hotel room.

"Well, it looks like I'm looking at option number two then," she muttered. She was back in her hotel room before an hour had passed, and came "home" to a very troubling alert, someone had been checking up on Deirdra, which meant that her sister hadn't wiped her prints.

"When will she ever learn?" Leigh demanded of the heavens. They'd be expecting her now, that was for sure, trying to get in "legitimately" was no longer an option. She growled, she really hated breaking into top secret facilities, there was never any guarantee that you'd get out undetected. Well, she certainly wasn't about to go in unprepared. First stop, Wal-Mart.

SO what did you think likes, dislikes, ideas, it's all welcome just let me know what's on your mind, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. ; ).