Don't worry, this ain't the conclusion, yet. But we're on our way to some more action.
Chapter 7 - Unexpected

"Detective? Sir?" somebody was shaking Pete trying to wake him up.

"What?" he blinked right into the bright beam of a flashlight. Two SWAT officers were kneeling next to him, "Haven't ya found the switch, yet?"

"Are you all right?" one of them asked helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm good", Pete left the warehouse with the two of them.

Outside his colleague Sean had arrived waiting for him, "Hi, Shanny, got bruised and battered?"

"Very funny, Sean", Pete rolled his eyes.

"Seen something useful in there?"

At once all the memories of all he had seen bubbled up at once. Pete clearly remembered Sam's cynical smile and how she had finally knocked him out.

But should he really let it out, now? He was not the type of guy who could just easily set his ex-girlfriend on the wanted list.

Perhaps this even was one of these top secret missions nobody was to know about and by making the whole affair public he would only spoil it.

So he merely shook his head telling Sean, "No, nothing useful."

He really had to think about this till after the weekend. For now Pete decided to go home.

"I'm off", he waved at his colleague ironically and got into his car.

Back in his apartment Pete realized how tired he actually was. He took off his jacket throwing onto one of his armchairs. As it landed something slid out of its inside pocket, it appeared to be some kind of letter.

He snatched it from the floor at once turning the envelope around. His eyed widened as he looked at it:

To Jack was written on it. In Sam's handwriting!
Jack... Pete pondered for a moment. This could only mean Colonel Jack O'Neill, the leader of Sam's Stargate team. What was going on here? Why would Sam write a letter to her CO and give it to him to deliver it? Something really began to stink on this case, now. Was Sam in some kind of trouble?

For a moment Pete really wanted to open and read it. But then he got to the conclusion that spying through secret letters was none of his business. He knew what he had to do with it.

Somebody was at the door ringing him out. Hell, it was just around eight, Jack forced himself out of bed quickly checking his outer appearance.

"If this ain't important, I'll smack that person", he growled going downstairs to open the door.

Pete was standing there on the doorstep looking at him a little too friendly.

Jack had almost slammed the door, but then he revised his decision:

"What the hell do you want?" he snapped at Sam's ex-lover.

Pete merely held an envelope out to him saying, "I thought this might be important to you."

Jack took it. He read the address on it, it was to him. From Sam? Could this be possible?

"Hey, where did cha get that?" he inquired in a kind of irritated way.

"You don't wanna know", Pete returned.

Jack groaned, "I do wanna know. Move your butt inside and tell me", he opened the door a little further to let the other guy inside.

"So?" he questioned folding his arms in front of his chest as Pete had entered the hall.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but Sam appears to be the one culpable of a mysterious series of break-ins I'm currently trying to solve. I almost got her yesterday night", he explained.

"Have ya told anybody, yet?" Jack wanted to know.

"No, because of this letter, it sort of stroke me."

"Good", Jack opened the envelope.

"Wouldcha tell me what's in it?" Pete asked.

"Nope, forget it", he unfolded the sheet and read it:

Dear Jack,

I have to warn you and the others hopefully it isn't too late, yet:

The NID is planning an attack on the SGC using the naquadah explosives I have to steal for them. By now the prototype will be tested; this means you don't have much time to react.

I also fear that I'm being shadowed because they'll suspect me to inform somebody. If this is true we are both in grave danger of getting caught.

Please be careful.

Love, Sam

"Holy shit", Jack put the letter back into the envelop. Then he had a quick look out of the side window. At first he remarked nothing, but then this strange black van fell into his eye.

"What's wrong?" Pete exquired worriedly.

"Sam's probably in huge trouble", Jack replied, "Don't tell anybody what you've seen. Understood?"

"Yeah, but..."

"See that van outside?"

Pete nodded. "Are we being watched?"

"Obviously."

"CIA?"

"No, worse", Jack directed Pete toward the door, "Leave, and make sure they won't follow you."

"What's going on here? What do they want from Sam?" Pete wanted to know before he left.

"I've got the feeling that Sam will be abducted to someplace remote and won't show up again, if she doesn't get help quickly. I can't tell ya more", Jack opened the front door, "Oh, and leave the cops outta this, they'd worsen everything."

"Doctor Carter", the two agents Sam liked the least came toward her after the briefing; she had no idea what they wanted this time, "we have to request you to follow us."

Oh-oh, no good ... ugh, something's gonna happen. Ya feel it, too?

Beccy, you know la cantante Bebé? I'm sorta into her songs at the moment. Malo, malo, malo eres... Esa canción rocks.