Beccy, todavía no sé donde y cuando ponen Stargate en España. Cuando voy siempre estoy buscándolo. Hasta ahora ya no lo he visto... sniff.

Anyway thanks for the cookie, hopefully it isn't too late to get it, already.. ;-)

Chapter 6 - Face-off

Sam put on her black cat-suit. Tonight it was time for her third break-in. She remembered how much she had liked the second one, but now she was no longer sure that what she was doing was right in any way. She convinced herself that she had to complete this missions and that, if she did it right, everything would be alright in the end.

"Are you ready?" the coordinator of he team entered the room.

Sam grabbed her backpack and got up, "Yep, let's go."

About two hours later, as Sam was standing on the roof of the target warehouse some miles outside of Denver, she did everything to knock out the feelings of doubt she still had. It would not take long until she got the go-ahead from her team. There it was already coming over the radio:

"Everything's clear, you can start, now."

She adjusted her headset, "Understood. Any changes to our original plan?"

"Negative. Good luck, Doctor."

Sam got to work on the skylight, it only took her a few grips to open it. She hooked her rope onto the window's edge and secured herself, then she slowly began to slide down into the absolute darkness of the storage hall.

She switched on her flashlight and took out her scanner. She got a faint naquadah reading from somewhere behind the room's far wall. Without haste she approached it, this was going to be easy, just like before, she assured herself.

Sam searched for an opening mechanism in the thick wall. Why had these people been so stupid to store their secret stuff in exactly the same place in every warehouse they owned? This was more than only a little ridiculous. Sam's lips parted into a grin.

She had quickly found the opening and now she took out the reactor parts, the naquadah and a handful of data crystals carefully storing everything in her backpack.

All of a sudden something came over the radio:

"We've got incoming. Police and SWAT, they're already there. Retreat."

"Affirmative. I'm coming out soon."

"Speed up, they're about to move in."

On her way back to the skylight Sam heard how the main doors burst open. A SWAT unit entered the building, they were approaching her position quickly, too quickly.

"Shit", Sam muttered grabbing the gas grenade she had with her for these unwanted occasions. She threw it as far as she could, right at the invaders. It exploded in midair knocking a lot of them out.

Sam looked over her shoulder once again. There was no more movement to be seen from anywhere.

She let out a relieved sigh and began climbing up to the roof again. As she was halfway up, she heard a familiar sound from right behind her: somebody had just cocked his gun, judging from the sound it was a nine millimeter, and Sam was sure that it was pointed right at her.

"Police. Hold it and come down here instantly or I'll shoot you", the voice calling this sounded familiar to Sam. Seeing that she could no longer escape, Sam jumped down again, putting her hands up into the air, facing the cop.

Her mouth fell open with surprise. 'Why him?' she thought, 'Out of all cops working in Denver, why this particular one?'

"Sam?"

Why her ex-boyfriend? This was like some sort of punishment and so ironic ... She could not help it and a smile crossed her face.

"Pete", for a moment tense silence filled the room surrounding them.

Pete felt how he began to shiver. Why did she have to be the one culpable of these burglaries? This was not fair.

"What are you doing?" he inquired, raising his pistol at her again, "I'm afraid but I have to detain you, Sam."

"I'm afraid as well..." she closed him slowly with her hands still up.

For a moment Pete was distracted by his own thoughts: What was he doing? This was not the right moment for thoughts, it really was not.

Sam's face was close to his, now, "...but I've got work to do."

Almost instantly her leg shot up hitting the right side of his face. As her foot struck Pete's temple, he felt a stabbing pain. Everything around him began whirling. The last thing he sensed was how he crashed vigorously to the hard floor, then he lost his consciousness.

Sam shouldered her backpack. For a last time she bent down over Pete's motionless body.

"Poor guy", she whispered, "Why the hell have you become a cop, huh?"

She took the only chance she had at the moment to submit a warning. Feeling that she would get such an unique opportunity, Sam had packed a short letter to Jack. She shoved it into the inside pocket of Pete's jacket quickly. Then she returned to the rope.

"All clear", she informed her team, "I'm coming out, now."

AN: So, we're back to real time, now. I hope y'all looking forward to next chapter. I'm trying to give ya a conclusion you won't reckon with.