Author's Note: This is late I know but yesterday was Labour Day here in Canada so I took the day off to spend with my family as well. Hope those of you who got to celebrate enjoyed yesterday and even those who didn't. Not many chapters left now so I hope you'll stick with me until the end.

Things That Go Boom

Jon's voice came over the radio, clearly annoyed, making Daniel flinch. "Daniel, you were supposed to wait until we heard from Reynolds before you blew up the pod!"

"It wasn't us." Daniel spoke into his radio, "Colonel is your team all right?"

Reynolds answered, "It wasn't us either, but it was near our location. We've checked a few rooms for Freyja, but we haven't found her yet. Jon do you want us to find the source?"

There was a tense silence, before Jon spoke again. "Proceed with the plan. If Freyja's anything like Sam, she's not sitting around waiting to be rescued. I'm sure the explosion was hers. Daniel blow your stuff, and get out of there. The less people we have on this ship, the better."

"Will do, Jon. Good luck." Daniel replied.

They heard Jon's laugh "Thanks, we'llneedit."

Daniel set the detonator for two minutes, and returned to Thor's ship to wait for the others.

Once Freyja got started, it had been so easy to construct a small Naquada bomb big enough to cause a distraction.

The device slid out of her cell, and skidded across the floor before blowing up. The force sent her guards flying into the wall knocking them unconscious.

All she had to do was picked the lock and make her escape. She reached the hallway in time to hear another explosion, somewhere else on the ship.

The other people on the ship might be looking for her. The lights flickered and died, and Freyja could hear the Jaffa racing through the halls.

She waited until the panicked noises slowed and then quieted. Easing out of her hiding place, she saw no one around. This was a chance to escape and find Janet. The doctor knew the real Samantha, and therefore, knew the answers Freyja needed.

Before sliding out into the hallway, she grabbed both of her guard's zat's; she had just turned into a new hallway when two more explosions rocked the ship.

Jack hung up the phone. "The old man came through! He found Kinsey. The swine rented a warehouse on the edge of town using one of his holding companies. " He closed his eyes, drawing strength in the fact they were closer to finding Grace.

Awkwardly, he looked at the door with his hand in his pockets. "My guys will get Grace back."

Biting her lip, Sam nodded, as he lifted the red phone on the wall. "Walter, I have an address on Grace. Get the teams geared up and ready to go in half an hour. Kinsey won't stay too long. I don't want anything to happen to Grace when you storm the building."

Walter's voice came back. "Five minutes is all they need. They've been on standby since they got back from the crash site. We'll get your little girl back, sir."

Nodding, Jack took a deep breath. "Thanks Walter. I'll be up to the control room to watch over things."

Turning away from the phone, Jack felt the weight of command heavier than ever before. Men were about to head into danger on his order, but worst of all, he could not follow.

Before Jack could tell Sam, she too had a clone the red phone on the wall rang. Frowning, he grabbed it it. "I have to go now." Jack hung up the phone, moving closer to Sam. "They're starting the last part of the Cimmera mission. As soon as I know something, I'll call." He kissed the top of her head, and was gone.

With the next two explosions, panic and terror seemed to rule the hallways. Most of the Jaffa rushed right past Freyja. They had more important things to worry about than a slave girl out of her cell.

Swiftly as possible, she made her way down the golden halls toward the main exit of the mothership, desperately hoping she would get back to her village. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and in the distance she could hear the sounds of a battle.

She moved faster, turning back for a quick look behind her. A big mistake. As Freyja turned forward again she found herself face to face with Anubis' first Prime.

"Lord Anubis will be very pleased that I caught you."

The Jaffa's fist lashed out striking Freyja, but her arm flew up instinctively deflecting the blow. At the same time, her foot shot out, slamming into his gut.

Recovering quickly, the Jaffa tried to land more blows, but Freyja blocked them easily. Charging like a bull, Freyja slammed the much larger man into the wall knocking him unconscious. Retrieving the man's fallen 'zat Freyja shot him before dragging in out of sight.

Quickly, she retrieved the fallen staff weapon moving on.

Janet, Reynolds and Browning moved slowly through the corridors, hoping to locate Freyja, but all they found was her empty cell.

While Janet checked over the fallen Jaffa, Reynolds studied the plans left in the cell, and the residue from the small blast. He clicked on his radio giving Jon a quick sitrep, then asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

"Keep an eye out for Freyja but it's time to go. Teal'c and I will remain for the main event. It should be all over but the crying soon."

"Sounds good, Jon. I'll keep you-" He stopped speaking, leaving the channel open, as Janet called his name.

"Reynolds?" Her voice was urgent, "Browning found a large group on Cimmerian prisoners. They need to get off this ship, and they will need our help to do it."

"What about Freyja?" Reynolds asked, concerned that if anything happened to the girl, Janet would feel guilty later on.

"She's free, but these people aren't. There are too many injured. They need us now."

"Did you get all that, Jon?" Reynolds asked quickly.

"Yep, take care of the civilians, get off the motheship. Once Anubis is contained, we'll keep an eye out for Freyja. If she's anything like Sam at all, I'm sure she'll find us."

"Reynolds out." Cutting off the channel, he turned to Browning. "Help the doc get these people out of here. We need to move quickly."

Rolling over, Sam tried to sleep but it was as useless as she felt. She looked at her cell phone sitting beside Jack's on the bedside table. Maybe she could call her assistant and have the Lieutenant bring her some work. Flopping over to the other side, she shook her head. She was sure her whole team had been ordered not to give her work by Dr. Brightman.

With a slight tremble in her fingers, she grabbed the phone from her bedside. "Hello?"

"I have her. I have Grace," said the voice on the other end of the line.

Sam's hand clenched on the phone as her gut churned. "Who is this? What do you mean?"

The raspy voice sounded almost unrecognizable. "It's Pete, Sam and I have Grace. We got away, but they'll be looking for me. Please come, before it's too late. I left the warehouse and went east about four blocks. You'll have to find me. I-" The man swallowed. "Please hurry; I won't hang up."

In the background, Sam heard Grace start to cry and Pete trying to calm her.

Moving to the other side of the room, Sam picked up the red phone, dialing her lab. "Bill, I need you to trace the call coming to my cell phone. I have Jack's, he left it here. Call me on it when you have the location?"

Bill hesitated for just a moment. "I''ll see what I can do."

Knowing she didn't have much time before Dr. Brightman came back, Sam grabbed her purse, the keys to Jack's truck, and the two cell phones before leaving the room. Time is running out.

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