A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, I couldn't find any other way to cut it.
Bobby swore, causing everyone else in the car to look at him in concern. He frowned, "Wait, Cassandra Fraiser … didn't we interview her in the first kidnapping?"
"Yeah, she's a friend of the vic. Some of their friends thought they were dating," Alex replied, reminding him of the circumstances.
Jack looked back at Daniel and Teal'c, horror written on the faces of all three men. Jack turned back to the front of the car as Bobby said, "We're on our way. I just picked up Dr. Jackson and Jack O'Neill from the airport. Are you at the plaza or her apartment?"
"Her apartment," as Eames rattled off directions to Cassandra Fraiser's residence, the car passengers only grew more and more tense. Alex was unaware of the situation in the car and just ended the conversation by saying, "See you in ten."
"Bye." Bobby hung up the phone and found three very anxious men watching him closely, "What?"
"What was the name of the first victim?" Jack asked, his voice having no traces of anxiety or fear that his eyes relayed.
"Scott Douglas, why?"
"Damn it!" Daniel swore at the same time the hat of Jack's dress blues suffered irreparable damage.
Vala looked at the archeologist in concern, "What is it, Daniel?"
"Scott Douglas is the alias of MJ," Jack explained to the woman, choosing his words very carefully. "I'm wondering why the hell the NID hasn't told us about this yet."
"Perhaps they are participating in the kidnappings, O'Neill?" Teal'c suggested. Bobby began filing away this new information in his mind, unsure what to make of the acronyms they were using, but he knew that they would be important later. For now all he could do was watch, try to do his job, and pay attention.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Jack muttered under his breath as he got out his cell and dialed the number for the CO of the SGC. "Hank, it's Jack. … Yeah, I need SG-2 and Colonel Mitchell on a plane to Manhattan ASAP – oh, and call Nevada, we'll need Carter on this, too. … What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Hank: remember Scott Douglas? … Yes, him. He was kidnapped," Jack looked at Bobby for a time estimate.
"Two days ago," Goren said, pulling up to the apartment building and coming to a stop by the curb.
"He was kidnapped two days ago, Hank. … Don't ask me why you haven't heard about it! Neither had I – and the damn kid's my responsibility! … Yeah, Daniel thinks so, too. … I need all of them here soon, Hank. … It is? Well, then just get Pendergast to give them a ride, Landry. … No, I don't care what the rest of their plans are! … Why? Because Cassie was kidnapped last night. … Now only a few people even know who the hell she is, let alone that she's going to NYU. Can you think of anyone who'd want to kidnap her? … Just get them here, Hank."
The five occupants of the car got out and were soon greeted by a short woman with dark blonde hair. She walked up to Goren and handed him a cup of coffee, "Here, Bobby." She turned to the other men and woman, "Hi, I'm Detective Alex Eames."
"General Jack O'Neill. This is Dr. Daniel Jackson, Vala Mal Doran and T. Murray." His fervent eyes implored Alex in silent turmoil, "Can we see the scene?"
Alex nodded, leading the group into the apartment. It looked like a tornado had swept through the common living areas. There were books and miscellaneous items strewn about, as if someone was looking for something. Surprisingly, it was Vala who noticed the pattern to it all.
"Daniel," she said softly, turning to the archeologist. Bobby watched the pair closely, wondering what insight they would provide. "Have you ever used a hand device?"
Daniel scowled, "No, why?" We shouldn't even be mentioning hand devices here! There are civilians all around us who don't have the clearance to know!
"But you've seen them in use, right?" Vala's eyes were wide as she looked at him. He nodded silently, wondering where she was going with it, "If I stand here, and put my arm out like this, look at the destruction patterns on the wall."
It was then that Daniel noticed the slightly burnt paint on the walls where Vala had indicated with her hand. He knew of only one device that could do that to a wall with such precision.
Bobby watched his old friends, wondering what they knew that he needed to know to solve this case. He watched Jack and Daniel interacting with each other and Vala, noting how the big man introduced at T was closely examining the dining room area and kitchen as if the food areas told all the answers.
"O'Neill!" Murray said, his booming voice carrying to where Jack paced the living room, looking for some clue as to who took Cassie. "I believe I found something."
Immediately Jack, Bobby and Alex were by Teal'c's side, looking to the area on the floor he had indicated. Bobby first noticed the cloth that lay underneath the butcher knife. "Get a shot of this," he told one of the CSI operatives. Once the picture was taken, Bobby lifted up the knife: underneath was a piece of a pinstripe suit.
A/N: I'll give you two guesses as to who the bad guy is in this. Oh, yeah, and MJ is 'Mini-Jack' (Jack's clone from season seven who only aged to fifteen/sixteen years).