Disclaimer: The story is loosely based on „The Genetics Factory" by Beatrice Otter and the usage is permitted. If you haven't read it yet, I can highly recommend a read! In contrast to it, however, I have decided to create a BAU style team by Homeworld command.
The story is set in 2010, though Ashley Seaver is not yet part of the BAU. You might spot two familiar characters in the Homeworld Command team, the rest is OC. Atlantis has left Earth, I have followed the quasi-cannon Homecoming book series in this regard.
The Talos Principle, Chapter 1
"The universe runs on the principle that one who can exert the most evil on other creatures runs the show." Bangambiki Habyarimana
Alison jerked awake to the sound of her phone. Muffy, evidently pissed off by the disturbance of her beauty sleep, thrust her white tail on the floor to the rhythm of the ring tone. "Porter?", Alison answered the phone tentatively. "Alison, we have a situation, lift-off is in twenty, briefing is on the plane." Her commanding officer, Lt. Col. Anne Teldy, got to the point immediately. Those air force types, Alison thought, while pushing aside her cat.
Five minutes later her car pulled up into the car park. The rather ungodly hour at least had the benefit of clear roads, at least for D.C. standards. Ignoring the imposing shape of the Pentagon, she instead headed for the helipad. Proceeding directly to the helipad, Alison found her boss and Tabitha already waiting at the helicopter.
"We'll likely have to content with the FBI", she overheard Stevenson exclaim, "if the BAU isn't on the case already, they probably will be till noon." While she was unable to hear Anne's sigh, she could see her reaction. "Shit. As if this wasn't problematic enough." Alison took the coffee a serviceman offered her. Within minutes the rest of her team – Samuel, Moore and Martinez – trickled in. Not even 30 seconds later the Blackhawk lifted off. The ride across the Potomac was short and while she failed to make out the water surface, Alison caught a glimpse of an airplane landing at Ronald Reagan International Airport just south. Her team was going to Andrews though, circumventing the commercial airport laden with traffic, even at this hour. The helicopter landed close enough to the hangar, that she could actually hear the engines of the already waiting Global 8000. Grabbing her backpack, the Dr. stepped out onto the tarmac. Martinez, an amused smile on his lips, shouted to her "Where do you think Teldy is taking us today? I have bothered her to go to Six Flags for quite some time, though I didn't expect her to kick us off bed this early." "Cpt. Martinez", she heard Anne shout before she could even think of an answer, "last time I checked the army didn't pay for its officers to be wise asses!" "Ma'am, yes, ma'am" Martinez answered, although Alison could swear his pronunciation sounded like "Mom". She chuckled. Anne was still getting used to Martinez, as if Dusty Mehra hadn't been enough of a nag. Climbing into the open door of their ride, she settled into one of the comfy leather seats at the back of the cabin.
The Homeworld Command Intervention Teams (HCIT) were founded in direct response to the several situations threatening national and international security as well as the secrecy of the Stargate program. While such instances were previously handled by the NID and/or SG-Teams, the IOA had long since advocated for dedicated teams to be formed. The infiltration of the NID by the Trust and further incursions by Goa'uld remnants, Lucian Alliance thugs and even a Wraith had fast-tracked these plans. And while the newly established Earth Defense Fleet was technically able to address outside incursions, the far-reaching influence of the Trust and the sparsity of actual EDF star ships meant that there were still instances of extrasolar activity on Earth. Not to mention the undertakings of the Trust. Newly promoted Lt. Col. Teldy was slated to be the leader of HCIT-1 even before Atlantis had made splashdown in the Pacific. Finding herself back on Earth, it was only natural for Alison to follow her former team leader into a new assignment as a technical advisor on the team. She was joined by Samuel Wells, M.D., who while being a medical genius, had found himself serving a tour in Iraq before being flagged for a possible appointment to a specialized SG biohazard team. While such a team was never established, Wells was instead recruited by Anne. Martinez, the light-hearted joker, had been a Communications Specialist in a Ranger unit. He was joined by Joshua Moore, a former Navy Seal proficient on almost any weapon, be it earth-made or otherwise. The team was supported by former SSA Tabitha Stevenson, who, after finishing law school and working in the FBI, had been recommended by Richard Wolsey himself to serve as a liaison officer. HCIT-1 mainly handled cases in the Americas, while the other continents were handled by teams from their respective IOA member states.
The sudden uptick in engine noise shook Alison out of her (day?) dream. "Alright people, listen up" she heard Anne say, "we have got a case in Detroit. This won't be some LA urchins trying to sell Kassa to some Florida junkie in the Glades." Everybody chuckled.
"The DPD has found six women dead in the last three months. All suffered a fatal overdose of heroin." "That is tragic, but why is this a case for us" Wells interjected. "Well, according to the reports they had all given birth mere hours prior to dying" Anne continued. "Command has flagged this as possible Trust activity, so we have been activated to check it out. We won't know for sure till we have had a look at the data, but worst case scenario, we have stumbled upon a genetics factory."
"There is another issue, too" Stevenson added "I have reason to believe that an FBI team, the Behavioural Analysis Unit has been sent or will be sent to assist the DPD. Unfortunately, SecDef and the Chief of Staff have advised me that they have no access to Justice's operations. We might have to pull the national security card, if need be. This is not the issue though."
Stevenson sighed. "Look, I know these guys. I was slated to be a BAU member. They can assess you by the way you hold your bag. These guys will turn your head inside out while talking about the game your home team played last Sunday. Do not give up anything. Be a black box. We have no authority as of yet to discuss Homeworld Command or anything related to the Stargate with them for the time being." There was a noticeable tension in the air, while everybody tried to catch some more sleep.
Unbeknownst to Stevenson, not even four hours earlier a Gulfstream 550 had gone wheels up at Stafford Regional, 60 klicks southwest of where their Bombardier Jet had lifted off.
I really hope you liked this first look at a reimagination I had in my head for quite some time. I'm open for any and all criticism.