Kinsey stuck the tape into the television and sat down at his desk, he watched the screen with excitement and curiosity.
He watched as the two people he was looking for came out of the car. Watched as someone slammed into the redheaded woman knocking her over onto the ground. The person looked a little odd- a little out of shape.
The man flew backwards into a tree and just hung in mid-air staring down at a small figure that must be the boy.
Kinsey's eyes widened in disbelief when the woman got up and- grew a ball of fire in her hand throwing it at the man.
His disbelief continued as the man combusted into nothingness. The man's scream an inhuman guttural sound. The woman had done the impossible and defied thermodynamics- how could a human create fire?
He stopped the tape and looked at the photographs the agent had taken. He looked at each one of them and stopped at the one of the boy floating some dishes.
Well…the boy had some Telekinetic ability and the mother had pyrokinesis, maybe the boy had that kind of power as well.
Oh well, he would eventually find out.
He picked up the phone and ordered NID agents to obtain the boy and his mother grinning as he hung up the phone.
This might be the breakthrough they needed to defend Earth against the Goa'uld and other alien threats.
There were also other uses for the boy as well, but those would come after he had his weapon.
Meanwhile at the SGC
Daniel hurried around a corner and nearly collided with an Airman, "Sorry," he muttered briefly. Grasping his papers and the stone tablet to be translated he strode into his office and started to work on the needed translations.
"I think I've got it," he mumbled to himself and picked up a pen.
Jotting down more notes, he shook his head slightly. "I've never come across a language like this, but I've seen parts of it."
He translated the words he did know, "…made…comes…generation…witch…child's…end…vengeance…hope…go…burning…all," he shook his head and reached for his coffee and winced slightly- it was cold. The bits he could translate were vague; he would need to work on it more. The word 'god' stuck in his mind making him want to understand the message even more.
Sam walked into Daniel's office, "The General wants us in the briefing room asap."
Sighing Daniel got up and followed the blonde out of his office. He would have to work on the tablet later.
General Hammond, Teal'c and Jack were already in the room by the time they entered and Daniel noticed 'Disaster' Davis was there as well
Why was he here? Daniel wondered.
"Major Davis?" prompted the General.
The man spoke up, "We've been getting information from the President that Senator Kinsey sent a squadron of special agents to Cleveland. No one knows why."
Jack frowned, "You don't think this has anything to do with what the President warned us about?"
Davis and Hammond looked at each other, "We can't find any explanation," said Davis.
General Hammond sighed, "Colonel I want you and SG1 to go to Cleveland and have a look around."
Meanwhile at the Rosenberg residence
It was two days after she'd tried again to find the father of her child again- and just like before she came up with nothing. Willow ran a hand through her hair and deep in thought. Getting up she walked into the kitchen and got her son a carton of Apple Juice from the refrigerator.
She then walked into the living room where her son was studying his Spanish. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She smiled when he looked up at her. Laughing she ruffled his hair and handed him his juice.
Chris ducked his head away from her offending hand and growled, "Mommy!" His grin at odds with his words.
Willow grinned back, "How is your Spanish coming, sweetie?"
"Great!" he said excited about the new language. He and Willow sat on the sofa together as explained the finer points of his lesson to her.
An hour later Chris was in his Scooby Doo pajamas and climbing into bed, he pulled the light blue covers over his legs and asked, "Can you read me a story?"
"Which one?" She asked. Sighing when Chris shook his head at each of the books offered. "Not a book-story, huh." When he nodded Willow sighed, he had been asking for Scooby stories a lot lately. He wanted to know about life in Sunnydale, about life on the Hellmouth.
Willow was about to decline as usual but paused, there was one story that she could tell him.
"Okay." Chris grinned brightly and lay down and pulling the covers up to his neck, and staring at his mother expectantly.
Willow licked her lips and then started, "It was Halloween of the year 2000- I dressed up as Joan of Arc, Xander was- well, he was supposed to be James Bond, Oz was God and…"
A little later Chris and Willow were both laughing, "…and the text below the picture read 'actual size'"
"So then Buffy decided to get rid of it by stepping on it!" Mother and son laughed with Chris now sitting up and leaning forward slightly, his head pressing into his mother's shoulder as he giggled.
"Well, that's all for tonight," said Willow kissing her son on the forehead.
Chris lay back on the bed and stretched his arms up and out for a hug, "Night, sweetie." Willow said as she leaned down to give him a hug.
"Night," he replied back.
Deciding to have an early night Willow put on her night clothes and got into bed, in less than ten minutes she and Chris were fast asleep.
Meanwhile outside the house
Everything was silent except for the rustle of trees and bushes. Then a man came out of the darkness. He was followed by another person in the same dark clothing.
The lead man grabbed a small radio attached to his jacket and responded, "Perimeter secured, over."
Another voice responded, "We've got the place secured and surrounded- ready to go when you are, over."
The lead man responded immediately, "Move out, over and out."
The lead man gestured with his hands to the figure behind him and they started silently towards the dark house.
All the while Willow and Chris slept unaware of the approaching danger.