A/N: Okay, for all of you CI fans who've only had minimal viewing of SG1, all WILL be explained to Alex and Bobby, so don't worry - it will be explained to you at that time, as well.

Oh, and any ideas of how to include pie in this story are very welcome.

Bobby and Alex watched the reactions of the four visitors carefully. Jack and Daniel were both visibly seething with rage; Vala was furrowing her brow, as if she was trying to remember something important; and the big man, Murray, looked impassive. Alex would bet that it would take a lot to get him to break his cool as she noticed the twitching of his jaw muscle at the sight of the cloth. Bobby noticed it, as well, and was determined to find out all these four knew about his case before the week was out.

"Ding dong, the Wicked Witch is back to play," Jack said in a cynically sarcastic tone that sent a chill down Alex's spine.

"I was under the impression that we had decided on the fictional character of Darth Vader to represent him, O'Neill," Murray said, his voice, as always, monotone and his face a blank slate.

Jack cocked his head, not really sure how to respond to that until Daniel took it out of his hands by saying, "But that only after watching all six movies in a row and finally letting Jack have the satisfaction of knowing that we get the connection between Burns and the … bad guys."

Jack winced at Daniel's nick name for the Goa'uld, not bothering to respond any more than to give Daniel a dirty glare he knew the younger man could interpret well.

Alex shared a brief look with Bobby before saying, "I take it you know who kidnapped Ms. Fraiser, then?"

Daniel glanced at Jack, and saw the look on his face that told him to tell only what needed to be told, "You could say that we have a good idea."

Jack snorted in disgust, "Daniel, we have more than a 'good idea'. How many people do you know that go around kidnapping … NYU students while wearing designer suits?" He glanced at Bobby, noting the Armani, "No offence toward designer suits."

Bobby smiled slightly, "I'm sure my Armani takes none, Jack. Now, who's your guy?"

Daniel cut in before Jack could answer, "Actually, I'd like to see the notes he left at the crime scenes before we talk about that."

"Sure," Alex said, handing him a copy of the first note, and the second in a plastic bag. Both detectives watched in curiosity as Daniel read the notes. It seemed he already knew both codes very well.

"Tea - Murray, I can't read this word, what is it?" Daniel asked, his slip of the tongue noticed by Bobby and Alex, as was Jack's wince in reaction.

Murray took the paper from Daniel's hand and looked at the symbols he pointed to closely before handing it back and saying, "Revenge."

Daniel's face grew taught as he digested that information, "Yeah, I was afraid of that."

"Are you guys going to tell us what's going on or do we have figure it out for ourselves?" Bobby asked, his eyes darting in an attempt to watch everyone at the same time.

Jack shook his head slightly, "Always to the point, Bobby. Sorry, I can't say anything until I have a little chat with Henry and Hank." He turned to Murray and waited expectantly while the big man pulled a cell phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to Jack.

"Thanks, buddy." Jack opened the phone and pressed the speed dial, pressing the phone to his ear. "Hank? I need you to call Henry – get a couple non-disclosure agreements down here when you send SG-2. … Umm, better make that three, oh, and get Henry to call the Chief of Detectives and have a chat with him. … Apparently we have a Bocce Ball situation that needs dealt with. … What? No good? … We think he has Cassie and MJ and is planning something big. … Soon, Hank, we don't have a lot of time to deal with niceties."

Jack hung up the phone and looked at Daniel, who was intently studying the first note while Vala was reading the second. "Daniel?"

The archeologist looked up, "What?" Jack motioned toward the papers in his hands and Daniel's mind caught up with Jack's, "Oh. This one's in Ancient, that ones in … Murray's native language. We might want to head over to the police precinct before we talk about this any further." Daniel turned his attention to Bobby and Alex, "Is that okay with you two?"

Alex shrugged, "I'm done."

"Yeah, me, too," Bobby said, with a curious glance at Vala as she read the note.

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"So, how do you guys know how to read those things?" Alex asked, gesturing to the notes that Daniel was still studying.

No one answered. Daniel didn't even glance up; Vala was trying to annoy him without speaking; T Murray was just standing next to one of the walls with his hands behind his back like a bouncer in a club; Jack looked at his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. It seemed as if they were all waiting for something to happen.

After a few more tensed minutes of silence, Daniel answered, "Uh, this language, from the first note, is known as Ancient. I was in a position to learn to speak it three years ago. And this other language is very common where Murray and Vala are from."

Bobby looked up from where he was studying the crime scene photos at the other end of the table with Eames, "And where, exactly, is that?"

Both detectives noticed the way the four of them looked at one another before Murray answered, "Moroco," in his usual monotone voice.

Of course, Bobby didn't believe them in the slightest, "Then why aren't either of you speaking with a French accent?"

A/N: I remember Bobby saying something about people from Moroco speaking in a French accent in that episode with the suicide bombers. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter - more will be up soon if you all tell me how much you like this story.

I just got through a thirteen hour day at school (my first day of college) and when I was at the store, I was getting money back and instead of pressing $15.00, I asked for $00.45! It was crazy, and I'm really tired, but I was nice enough to post this first. I like compliments.