Title: Outside the Lines: Evidence
Author: Annerb
Rating: Teens
Summary: How far would you go to make your world right again?
Classifications: Action/Adventure, Drama, Angst, S/J
Season: 4 (Alternative storyline for 'Chain Reaction')
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in this story are the property of Showtime and Gekko Film Corp. The Stargate, SG-1, the Goa'uld and all other characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE SG-1 together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author.

Evidence

Getting in to Kinsey's colonial neo-classical mansion had been much easier than she would have expected. The Senator obviously needed to get some new consults on his security team. Now she just had to pray that Kinsey was stupid enough to have evidence supporting his involvement with the NID in his house. But at the very least, even if Sam couldn't take the whole NID down, she would at least get the chance to kill Kinsey. She tried not to think about when exactly she had become an assassin.

The dark house was palatial and seemed almost spooky in the silent stillness of the night. The first pair of double doors she tried led to a huge ballroom, but her second try opened into what looked like Kinsey's study.

None of his filing cabinets revealed anything of use, other that the fact that U.S. Senators were grossly overpaid. A search of his desk revealed no hidden drawers or coded papers, but Sam had to remind herself that this wasn't a movie and therefore such things were highly unlikely.

Just as she turned her attention to the small laptop on the desk, the door behind Sam gave a soft creak as it was pushed open. In one swift motion Sam dropped to the floor and pulled out her gun.

A white dog with black spots stared calmly back down the barrel of Sam's gun, his tongue merrily hanging out of his mouth.

Sam suppressed a slightly hysterical laugh and carefully stowed her weapon away. "C'mere, puppy," she said softly, beckoning to the animal that was obviously a very poor guard dog.

The dog bounded over to her and proceeded to lick every exposed inch of Sam's skin. She grabbed at his tags and quietly said, "Hello, Oscar. You wouldn't happen to know where your evil owner keeps all his evil papers, would you?"

Oscar just panted at Sam.

"Figures," Sam mumbled before sitting back up in front of the computer.

A search of Kinsey's hard drive and emails raised the Senator slightly in Sam's estimation. He obviously wasn't as stupid as he looked.

She was about to give up and move on to plan B, when one email caught her eye. Tucked in with all the boring announcements of his schedule and constituent concerns was a subscription notice for an online posting board from two years previously.

Thank you for registering with Dog Lovers of Delaware. We are an online community dedicated to the discussion of our favorite breeds and local dog shows.

Sam skimmed the rest of the email, biting back an annoyed groan when she saw the name Kinsey had registered under: #1American. Pompous ass.

The whole thing just seemed bizarre to Sam and so she followed the link in the email to the board. She was prompted for a password. Sam quickly ran through the most common and egotistical ones such as God, secret, password and sex. Well, chalk another up for Kinsey, none of them worked.

Oscar chose that moment to start drooling on Sam's foot. She frowned at the dog distractedly and looked back at the screen. But then it hit her. She glanced around at all the annoyingly plastic portraits of Kinsey with his trophy wife and his dog. "It can't be that easy…"she said absently, but stuck with her gut anyway and typed in 'Oscar.'

Welcome, #1American. Thank you for logging on.

Sam shook her head and began skimming through Kinsey's latest posts. The whole board seemed to be a discussion between about ten people and not a single post was about dogs. One that caught her eyes was from someone named EagleEye to Kinsey from just yesterday.

Dorothy's shown up at Judas' home. Should I terminate?

She stared at the words for a long time. It didn't take an astrophysicist to read through their inane code. Yesterday she had gone to see Maybourne and apparently it earned both of them a death sentence. Seeing an order for her murder in black and white didn't resonate as much as she would have thought. It was their name for her that made her sway on the spot.

The tunnel was dark and full of fleeing children wearing hoods. Sam rushed along the passage, following closely behind her father.

Jacob pulled roughly on a figure's robes, revealing the glowing eyes of an extremely pissed off Seth. Before Sam could even open her mouth, a bright pulse of energy knocked Jacob roughly into the wall.

Seth sneered and shoved his way through his former followers.

"Dad!" Sam cried as she fell to her knees beside him.

But it was not Jacob that answered. "Your father will survive," Selmak reassured her. "Stop Seth," she demanded before pressing a ribbon device into Sam's hands.

Sam felt a sick weight in her stomach at the feel of the cool metal. "How? I can't control this."

"You have the will within you. You must summon it."

Sam suppressed the panic that welled in her throat. She was the only one who could do this. The ribbon device slipped over her wrist with sickening ease. She determinedly pushed to her feet, pushing all other thoughts from her mind.

"Hey!" she cried after Seth's retreating back.

He turned back and raised his device, but Sam had already lifted hers. She felt an uncontrollable build up in her body that was almost painful in its intensity. Like releasing a pent up breath, Sam forced the energy towards the man in front of her.

Seth was flung towards the floor like a rag doll.

But he didn't stay down and he struggled to raise his weapon once more.

Without much conscious thought, a vicious anger rose in Sam and she flung it towards him once more. With a nauseating crunch Seth's body was broken, half buried in the hard dirt of the floor.

Daniel and Jack appeared at her side as Sam stared in horror at the gruesome sight.

"You killed him," Daniel said in awe.

"Hail Dorothy," Jack remarked lightly.

But Sam just felt a roiling nausea at what she so easily done, wondering what sort of person that made her.

Sam shook off the memory and forced her attention back to the task at hand. She knew this was no time to relive the past, even as Jack's voiced echoed in her ear. Hail Dorothy.

Sam determinedly skimmed through weeks of Kinsey's posts, the majority between #1American and EagleEye. One series of posts that finally had Sam breathing heavily was dated five weeks previously.

The Wizard refuses to listen to reason. Obviously lacks any sense of self-preservation. Please advise.

The Wizard is old, has a bad heart, it would be a shame if his poor health caught up with him.

Understood.

Sam's vision began to blur in anger as she continued to read the file that oh-so-casually outlined the murder of the most important people in Sam's life. It was more evidence than she could have imagined finding. The takeover of the SGC was meticulously documented in the detached language of people who had no qualms about playing with people's lives.

She quickly saved herself a copy of the correspondence and Kinsey's subscription email onto a portable hard drive.

Sam heard the crunch of tires outside and Oscar's low whine at the same time. Without much conscious thought, Sam used some of her precious last moments to send out an email and place a single phone call. "I'm running out of time," she mumbled quietly to herself.

"I think that just about sums it up, Major."

Sam spun around to find Kinsey calmly pointing a gun straight at her heart.

Time's up.