When the first uniformed officer arrived at Daniel's apartment he found an imposingly large African American moving slowly around the living room looking carefully at everything. The officer's hand went automatically to the holster of his gun pulling the snap that held the weapon in place. "Police," the officer said in a practiced voice of authority.
Having watched countless hours of Tau'ri television and movies, Teal'c knew to raise his arms over his head. "I mean you no harm," he told the officer.
"You the one that called in a problem here?" the officer asked.
"MajorCarter telephoned your emergency services," Teal'c answered.
"So where is this Major Carter now?" the officer asked.
"She and O'Neill are presently questioning the other residents of this building as to any disturbances there might have been last night," Teal'c told the officer.
"And that would be a big nada," O'Neill added from the doorway.
"Major Carter?" the police officer asked.
"O'Neill," Jack corrected. "Colonel. Carter's still questioning the neighbors."
The officer nodded. "Officer Peterson, sir" he introduced himself. "Can you tell me what happened here?" he requested pulling out his notepad.
"This apartment belongs to Dr. Daniel Jackson, who is a member of my team," Jack explained. "When he didn't show up for a briefing this morning, my commanding officer sent us out to find him. When we got here we noticed a bunch of dents in the door which was unlocked. When we entered, this is what we found." Jack gestured to the mess of the living room indicating the duffel bag and keys on the floor by the door and the blood on the floor.
"Sir, I've got something," Carter announced returning with an old woman in tow. "This is Mrs. Kessler. She lives two doors down. Ma'am, can you tell them what you told me?" Sam requested.
"Certainly, dear" Mrs. Kessler agreed. "Around midnight last night, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I don't sleep much at night, you see, and Leno was just ending."
"I do," Jack assured her before warning the cop with a glare to keep silent. "So then what happened?"
"Well, I heard a crash and someone shout 'Get out', but then the noise stopped" she explained. "A few minutes later I heard several people walk by my apartment."
"How do you know it was several people?" Jack asked.
"Oh there were too many footsteps for it to be just one," she said to him. "I may be old, but my hearing is still just fine!"
"I believe you," O'Neill assured her. "Is there anything else you can think of?"
"Tell him about the light in the hallway, Mrs. Kessler," Sam prompted the woman.
"Oh, yes!" the old woman exclaimed. "When I opened the door to see what was going on, the light in the hallway was dark."
"So?" the cop asked.
"It's on now," Sam told him.
"I still don't see..."
"Whoever attacked Daniel took the light bulb out of the hall light so he wouldn't see the damage to his door," Jack told the cop. "It's an old trick."
"The light in the entry is also disabled," Carter informed her CO.
"What did you find...Murray?" Jack asked.
"A number of DanielJackson's weapons are missing, O'Neill" Teal'c said.
"Weapons?" Officer Peterson demanded.
"Daniel's an archaeologist. He collects antique weapons," Jack explained.
"An archaeologist working for the Air Force?" the cop questioned.
"He speaks twenty-three languages," Jack said. "We're using him as a translator. Any particular weapons missing?"
"Only the serviceable edged weapons," Teal'c said as he nodded to a stone axe on one wall and the Native American spear displayed prominently on another.
"Now that's weird," Jack mumbled.
"So this was a robbery," the cop decided.
"Not likely," Jack snorted. "That light tells me they were waiting for him in here. Besides anyone who would know enough to know that Daniel's weapons were worth something, would also know that that spear and the axe are worth considerably more than the rest of the collection. It doesn't make sense to just take the edged weapons, and why take the weapons at all if they were after him?!"
"I'd better call the detectives out here," the young officer decided reaching for the radio clipped to his shirt.
"Yeah," Jack agreed as he pulled out his own cell phone and dialing Hammond's private line. "It's me, sir" Jack said. "It looks like Daniel's gotten himself kidnapped."
