Lost and Found

Sam woke to Dr. Brightman's face close to hers, and a pen light shining in her eyes. The memory of what happened came back to her. "Grace! Kinsey and Pete took her." Pushing the doctor aside, Sam tried to get out of bed. "Jack, where's Jack! He needs to know Kinsey has our baby!"

Jack entered Sam's line of vision, taking her hand, as he sat down on the bed beside her. She ripped her fingers from his grasp, her hands locking onto his lapels. "Jack, we have to get her back. Pete and Kinsey took her.

Jack forced to her lie back down. "Sam, you need to calm down. Honey, this isn't good for the baby. The Doc wants to take a look, to make sure everything is all right. Are you sure that it was Kinsey?"

Sam nodded. "I heard his voice." Dejected, she dropped her head. "I couldn't protect myself, let alone Grace."

Jack wrapped his arms around Sam, as she clung to him.

"We'll get her back Sam. We have to." Jack held Sam until Brightman touch his shoulder.

Neither of them spoke through the exam and they avoided looking at the screen until the doctor told them the baby would be all right.

Jack and Sam watched their child move for as long as Dr. Brightman allowed. "Sir, I'm sorry, but the Colonel needs to sleep. You may stay, if you like, but she needs to rest."

Jack looked over at Sam, searching her face as she tried to stifle a large yawn. "Tired are you?"

Now that the danger to their unborn child had passed, Sam turned her thoughts to Grace. Where was her little girl and what was Kinsey doing to her? Her mind spun out of control with horrible thoughts until Dr. Brightman added something to her IV to aid her sleep. Lying back against the pillows, she drifted off to sleep.

Without even a blanket to cover herself, Freyja shivered uncontrollably in the cold ship. As her teeth started to chatter a memory came back, hitting her like a ton of bricks.

She was freezing to death and there was no way out. She had climbed to the surface but all she saw was ice and snow. She had failed herself and Jack. The Colonel was dying and she couldn't get the gate to work...

Getting to her feet, Freya paced her cell trying to shake off the memory, hoping the movement would help. Her mind was like a puzzle with to many pieces missing but unlike the plans on the table she had no idea what the picture was supposed to be or who that person was.

She had to escape, once Anubis realized that she couldn't do what he needed her to do, she was dead. Ignoring the plans, she sat back down at the table. All she had was the resources at hand. Shuffling them around on the table she took a quick inventory.

Brushing the loose hairs back from her face, Freyja got to work as a plan slowly formed. She had no name for what she was building but she new she'd go boom when she was done.

Jon and the others materialized on the mothership immediately hiding themselves behind the gaudy gold decorations. Each team waited for Jon's signal to depart.

Daniel's team left first, they needed to find and destroy the cloning pods. Reynolds team was next. It was their job to locate Freyja and get her off the ship when Daniel's team caused the distraction.

Jon and Teal'c were the last to leave, they headed to the pel'tak. The clone and Jaffa slid silently through the hallways.

After making sure Anubis wasn't on the bridge they stormed in armed with zat's. Once they had control, Jon and Teal'c installed the containment devices where Heimdall had recommended. Then they faded from sight, and the waiting began.

Pete watched Kinsey and the others from his place across the room. In the time he'd been waiting he'd counted everyone who'd gone in and out of the room where Grace was being held. Finally, the last doctor left closing the door as Grace's cries increased. Pete waited to see if they would return.

He could feel his guard's eyes on him. Obvious Kinsey no longer trusted him. Slowly, he moved closer to the man, as he paced the room. His hands skimmed the instrument tray, grabbing a scalpel.

When he got close enough to the unsuspecting guard, Pete silenced him. Dropping the body, he moved across the room and stopped at the door to Grace's room, going over his plan once more before slipping into the room.

The baby lay in a bassinet, dressed in a hospital gown. She seemed to be unharmed as Pete gathered Grace to his chest. Bouncing her lightly, Pete tried to calm her. "You'll be home soon, Grace, but you have to be quiet."

The baby gave a hiccup; Pete could fell the little girl's eyes on him. He met her gaze and said, "Please, I want to help you but you have to help me, all right?"

Sticking his head out the door, Pete checked to be sure the coast was clear before stepping into the hall. Moving quickly he headed to the exit knowing he didn' t have much time. He had almost reached the exit when he heard the click of a pistol being cocked.

Inside his coat, Grace squirmed. He only had two more steps until her reached the door. If he moved fast...

Slowly, he lifted his gun. He knew he couldn't win, but maybe he could buy Jack and Sam some time to find him and their little girl. The gun kicked slightly as Pete shot out the lights, and glass rained over the other men. Once darkness covered him, he bolted for the door, Grace tucked securely in his jacket.

Behind him, guns fired and bullets flew, but Pete didn't look back. Once outside he kept running. He knew they would find him if he didn't play this smart. Time was running out...

On the run, Pete stole a cell phone right out of a man's hands. The man tried to follow, but Pete raised his gun. "Just let it go. The phone isn't worth dying over."

Backing off, the man raised his pointing the gun in the man's direction Pete started running again as he dialed.

Jack paced Sam's room. It had been hours since Sam had gone to sleep. He was waiting for his father to call back with a miracle that would bring his little girl home safe and sound. His frustration obvious, as he walked the room over and over again, finding no answers.

"I still don't understand Kinsey? Why would he take Grace? It just doesn't make any sense. I could see if they took me, but she's just a child, she knows nothing. They can't learn anything from her." Jack jumped a little when his wife spoke, he thought she was still asleep.

"Revenge, Sam. My Dad warned me, but it never occurred to me that Kinsey would do this." Sitting on the bed, he put his arms around Sam. "I'm sorry. Dad had heard murmurings about Kinsey planning this big operation. When Dad came to the house a while ago, he warned me. He thought it might have something to do with us, but I shook it off. I put us in danger by not taking the threat seriously. If something happens-" He stopped, unable to complete the sentence, and looked away.

Reaching out, Sam took his face between her hands, turning him back towards her. "This is not your fault or mine. It never occurred to me that he would do something like this either. I didn't think Grace would be in any danger. I thought he would come after us, not Grace."

The cell on the table rang. With a sigh, Jack picked it up, hoping for some good news. "Hello?"

Daniel, Vala, Browning and Miller moved slowly through the hallways. Heimdall had detected a massive output of power near the engine room of the Mothership. This is probably where Anubis would move the cloning pod.

Subduing the Jaffa with zaps, and ringing them aboard one of the support Jaffa ships, the group moved on to the pod.

Moving quickly Daniel and the others rigged the pod with C4, trying not to look at the half grown Ba'al inside. Job done they quickly moved out of the room to a safe distance. Daniel's hand tightened on the detonator, nodding to the others as the other explosion rocked the ship and flipped the switch.

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