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Chapter 2

"You've seen this before." Hotch nearly cornered Jackson. He didn't like being played, or being forced to do things in the dark.
"Yes," answered Daniel keeping eye contact with agent "But I need..."
"What you need is to contact your supervisors and to tell us what's going on here," demanded Rossi, standing beside Hotch. Right now, he couldn't care less how deep it was classified. Right now, he wanted to know what could affect their work and whether it would put them into danger. They couldn't go in blind without risking too many innocent lives.

At this time, Morgan led Doctor Lopez out to speak with her and to prevent her from overhearing what the rest were speaking about with Doctor Jackson.
"I would if..." Began Daniel and then he stopped. He knew that he needed to tell them the truth. Reid looked at Daniel knowing how hard it was for his friend and he understood what kind of difficult position he was right now.
"Okay, just give me a second." said Daniel with a resigned tone of voice. Then he winced and took his cell phone from his pocket.

After two rings, someone picked up the phone.
'Daniel' answered Jack. He could almost feel the bad news that was hanging in the air.
'We've got a problem here in Mexico city,' he began. 'They found a mirror.'
'A mirror?' Jack repeated.
'You know what mirror.' Daniel winced, closing his eyes. He took deep breath, 'I need those nice papers, Jack.' he said so fast that Jack barely understood him.
'It's just the mirror Daniel, give them some archaeological crap or something like that.' he tossed lightly, like it was the obvious thing in the world to do.
'The problem is that someone came through it, Jack.' Daniel informed him.
'Damn,' Jack cursed. That was not good thing. 'You'll need help there, so I'll send SG-3 to you. I'm also going to call the dear Mr. President. We're taking over the case, but I'm guessing that BAU are pressuring you.'
'That's putting it mildly.' Daniel whispered.
'Okay, you're waiting for SG-3 and papers. In the meantime the BAU needs to suck it up and work in the dark.' Jack ordered and hung up on Daniel.

"First, we're going to need to talk with the witness, and then I will tell you what you need to know." Daniel said after a while of silent thought.
The perspective of hunting a Goa'uld with federal agents did not fill him with pleasure. Daniel knew that he himself was a civilian, but after eighteen years of working in the field with military teams, he had changed. Even if he hadn't wanted to, he had become more military than he could like.

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"BAU? Welcome to Mexico City. Pedro Fuernandez, I spoke with Agent Jareau." Said an officer about forty years old and slightly overweight, when the team entered the local police office.
"So, where's our witness?" Hotch asked casually.
"Follow me," the officer said with a gesture of his hand and showed them the way into the building. "We're thinking that she ran from the local mafia that brings young girls from western Europe."
"So, she's Slavic." said Daniel when they stopped before the room where a young girl sat. Daniel and Hotch entered the room while the rest of the team and Officer Fuernandez went to another one.

After Daniel attempted communicating with her in the Russian and Czech languages, he took a deep breath.
"Jestem Daniel Jackson, a ty jak się nazywasz? (I'm Daniel Jackson and what's your name?)" He asked with a hard American accent. He had learned the Polish language, but practically never used it.
"M-marta... Marta Ustań" she whispered. Daniel give her a glass of water and sat beside her.
"Wiem, jesteś przestraszona ale muszę zadać ci kilka pytań (I know that you're scared, but I need to ask you a few questions)." He looked at her with warm eyes. The girl just nodded. She was sitting and playing with the tissue that a policeman gave to her.
"Jak się znalazłaś tak daleko od domu? (How you get here, so far away from your home)." He asked.
"Potrzebowałam pracy... (I needed a job...)" She began her story "Miałam pracować w winnycy (I am supposed to work at vineyard)."
"A pracowałaś w domu publicznym (But you worked in a brothel)." He finished for her. Martha just nodded and whipped her tired eyes. Jackson bit his lip and translated for Hotch, solemnly meeting the agent's eyes.
"Marto, muszę zapytać o to, co widziałaś (I need to ask about what you saw, Martha)."
She shivered, took a deep breath and looked at him for some kind of support.
"Wszystko w porządku, jesteś bezpieczna. Pomożemy ci wrócić do domu (It's all right now, you're safe. We will help you get home)." He assured her.
"Enrique, ten miły chłopak z kampusu... (Enrique, this nice guy from a campus...)," she began with trembling voice, "Pomagał mi. Miał mnie zaprowadzić do ambasady. Czekałam na niego w ukryciu, gdy poszedł pogadać ze strażnikiem. Nie chciał mieć... nie chciał mieć problemów z opuszczeniem kampusu po nocy i zapłacił strażnikowi. Wracał od strażnika kiedy... kiedy... (He helped me. He was supposed to take me to the embassy. I was waiting for him hidden when he went to talk with the guard. He didn't want... he didn't want to have problems with leaving the campus at night so he paid him. He was coming back from the guard when... when...)," her voice broke down and she began to sob.

"Już dobrze (It's all right)." Daniel gently put a hand on her back and rubbed her shoulders for a while. This young girl went through hell over the last couple of weeks and the only person who wanted to help her was killed before her eyes.
"Dd-dziękuję (Thank you)," she whispered, whipped her eyes and took small sip of cool water.
"Pojawił się nagle (He showed up so quickly)," Martha bit her lips, "Miał dziwną broń w dłoni (He had this strange weapon in his hand)."
"Był na terenie kampusu? (He was on the campus area?)." Daniel asked to get every detail clear.
"Tak (Yes). Enrique nie zdołał zareagować (Enrique didn't even get the chance to react)." She answered, looking at her trembling hands.
"Możesz mi go opisać? (Could you describe him for me?)" Jackson asked her. Martha just nodded.
"Wyższy ode mnie, dobrze zbudowany ale nie tak jak ty. Ciemne blond, nie długie włosy. Wąskie usta... (Taller than me, well-built, but not like you. Dark blond, not too long hair. Thin lips...)" she stopped and looked around. "Macie ołówek i kartkę? (You got any pencil and paper?)"
Hotch, who had just listened, now get up and hand to her pencil and paper.

When she was drawing, Daniel got up and stood beside the silent agent. They didn't talk, just stood there and watched the poor girl. They both knew that she'd been molested and raped, and that she had a long way to go in order to heal.

Hotch, who just stood there and observed the girl as Daniel spoke to her and translated their conversation, before changing the subject of his focus. He looked deeply at Jackson. The doctor's face was full of emotions. He was trying hard to remain in control of his emotions, but Hotch knew better. Hotch could read from his face and his posture that he would do everything to catch this son of a bitch and put him in prison. Yet, he also knew that Jackson is a man who's not afraid to cry. This was a good thing, and Hotch wanted to give Reid's new friend the chance to be their friend, or at least ally, also.

After about ten minutes they've got the sketch of their Unsub.
"Nie jest idealny... (It's not so perfect...)." she began but Daniel had stopped her with his hand, which he lay on her shaking ones.
"Spisałaś się świetnie, Marto. Dziękuję bardzo za twoją pomoc. (You did good, Martha. Thank you for your help)." he said to her, then both with Hotch leave the room and headed to room where the local's let them get their stuff.
Hotch pinned drawing to the board.
"Our Unsub." Morgan looked at the sketch.
"Who's he, Daniel?" come from Reid, who stuck his eyes on Daniel. Jackson fell on the chair not removing his vision from the drawing. It can't be, he sigh in his mind.
But unfortunately it was a true. Daniel would prefer fighting with Goa'uld than with devil version of this man. The man that was his friend and took his place after… After he was gone.

Jackson took his glasses off and put them on the table, then he rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"He's name is Jonas Quinn." he whispered.