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Grace

Grace's head hurt. That was an understatement. It throbbed in skull-splitting beats, like a hammer on an anvil. Hit after hit that follow sent nauseated pain to her stomach. With blurry eyes, Grace tried to concentrate on a certain part of her surroundings. Being unable to concentrate she attempted to at least move.

"Ah!" she cried, the pain in her head went up in volume that it could almost burst her eardrums and her stomach twisted to knots.

The ground was rough and gravelly. The air smelt of iron, rot, ethanol and dust. The only source of light was from the possible locked door. Her raw wrists were bound behind her back but her feet were free. It took Grace a moment to realise that she was bare-foot. Her neck hurt from what she could guess was where they injected a needle into her.

It all came flooding back:

She had managed to sort out Mage's wardrobe problem and her make up and her hair problem in time to make it back for dinner. Halfway home her car was blocked by a red Mercedes sitting horizontal across the rode. The driver was sitting comfortably reading his paper, not a care in the world. Grace hit the car horn, shouting and cursing at him. Suddenly her door was opened by this tall gangly man, in his late 40s, in a grey suit with a bone chilling smile that churned her stomach.

"Take her." the man ordered.

Before Grace could fight back the other side of the car door was opened and injected a needle into her neck then everything went black.

Everything is still pretty much black except for the minuscule lighting from the door and cracks. Grace found herself struggling for air, the room was stuffy and thick. Everything hurts.

Location: The Shore hotel

Date/Time: 06/09/13, 0930AM

The silence in the room was unbearable. It slithered into every corner, every space it could cling to, just to be noticed. John's ears were roaring, his eyes restless, constantly checking his phone for a reply. McKay was raiding the mini-fridge, Teyla lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, Ronan sharpening his blades. A knock came at the door, knowing it was O'Neill, Teyla opened the door letting the General in. He smiled at her with a thank you then sat in front of Sheppard.

"Nothing yet?"

"Nope."

"Can I ask you something?" Rodney asked.

"You just did." O'Neill replied.

Rodney laughed sarcastically back and said, "Why didn't you mention you had a kid? From what I remember you said you didn't have kids with Nancy."

"I didn't have her with Nancy." John said blankly.

"You cheated on your wife? Well... ex-wife."

"Rodney!" Both Ronan and Teyla shouted. "Enough. If you do not wish to speak about this John, then you do not have to." said John smiling gratefully at Teyla. Nodding his head, "Thank you Teyla but it's ok. I had Grace before I met Nancy. The marriage didn't go well, she kept the girl and I haven't seen her since until last month." he explained and turned his attention back to the phone.

Minutes turned to hours and two days when by with little news but still productive to the search. SG-19, along with SG-13, scour through the South upon landing in Phoenix Park Magazine Fort near Dublin discovered remnants of alcohol, corpses that were weeks old, maybe earlier, and Grace's bright blue converse. From what they can tell that they have been holding her in the Ammunition Dump. Food was splattered on the walls and the floor was so filthy you could see the foot prints of the owner. The worst of it: Grace was limping.

Location: Phoenix Park Fort, Dublin.

Date/Time: 09/09/13 0600AM

Teyla stood at the watch tower as her eyes soared across the neglected buildings. The rear section of the fort is divided by a wall and it appears that the fort is protected by the high walls on all sides. Nature had seem to take over the Fort. Vines of ivy snake and curtain the buildings and barracks with their long, vast fingers coiling round chimneys, posts and broken windows, blanketing them until they are swallowed by the earth.

Along the Armoury, it seemed barren and dead. A contrast to the living nature of the inner walls. Shakily exhale, Teyla was worried for John. He said he had no children especially from Nancy, his ex-wife, and then came Grace. From what she could see from the house Grace was intelligent, artistic and was perfect mix of her parents. The first thing Teyla noticed were the ears, the rather strangely pointy ears made her appear other-worldly. She had his mischievous smile as if she knew something that you didn't. Teyla understood how John felt, or would have felt as she is a parent herself. Torren was now four years of age and to even visualise him being taken from her compelled tears from her eyes. A generous hand gently placed itself on her shoulder, Teyla looked back to see it was Ronan. "You worry about him?"

"Don't you?" she sighed," The seize of his child is taking its toll on him. I worry for what he will do and what will come of it in the end."

"Nothing will happen," reassuring her, "We will get her back and bring justice to what harm they have caused her."

"Then we must make sure to get there before he does." Ronan did not reply, his eyes bored into the horizon. Teyla set her hand upon his, in return, Ronan gave a comforting squeeze

Inside, SG-14, 16 and 11 scoured the Alcoves, Pillar box, guard rooms and lastly the Ammunition Dump. A storm was thundering inside Sheppard as he created a scene of how Grace endured being here. From what he could tell: Grace was a fighter and resisted whatever came to her. The blood was slowly drying, meaning that the injury was recent. The footprints show that she was limping on her left leg and fell on that side leaving a trail of blood indicating that the injury was a flesh wound and a damaged knee. The blood trail ended at the exit. The image of an injured Grace being lugged across like trash made John's blood boil. He had enough! And it all made clear.

It had to be to him... it had to be after all these years, he decided to act. Rushing out, John joined O'Neill in the Guards room where they set up a table at the centre with a light at the corner and a map of the area and blueprints. O'Neill was discussing something with Lt. Roth as John entered.

"Sorry to interrupt General but I think I know who's behind this."

Yay! Finally finished this chapter! Woohoo!

I have done so many drafts of this and none of it sounded right or seemed to work. I know it has been awhile but I have been very busy during the past month. I have half/half feelings with this chapter. I hope you enjoy this and hope to hear your reviews.

TPOW