Author's Chapter Notes:

Disclaimer: Both the Harry Potter and Stargate worlds are not owned by me, I am only playing with them a little.

A/N: Lt. Colonel Scott Taylor, Captain Kurtis Blake, Lt. Kyle Lewis are all characters I have created for use in this story.

Staring at the woman who had barged into her room waving a gun moments before, who was now sitting in an armchair radiating defeat, Eloise couldn't help but feel sorry for her and foolish for her previous assumptions.

She stayed silent for another minute before she let her curiosity get the best of her. "Then what has happened to Kyle and his friends?" As she watched, Dr. Granger stiffened at the question and held her silence, refusing to respond. Not willing to let her ignore the issue, she repeated her query, "What happened to Kyle?"

Reluctantly, Hermione answered, "They were ambushed at a bar."

Completely confused, Eloise peppered her with questions, wanting to know what was going on. "Why would someone take them? They haven't done anything, have they? Who would do such a thing?"

The woman just let her talk, lost in her own thoughts.

Getting agitated, she exploded. "Answer me! What have you involved yourselves in? Is this about your work? The secret government job no one can know anything about? Kyle has gone missing the night before his wedding and you can't tell me why! Just how competent are you even at this job, anyway? You come in here waving a gun around, thinking that I was somehow involved in their disappearance. My God, is this a mess! Just who do you think you are? Fine, don't answer, but I'm going to call the police and get someone with real authority to do something."

Picking up the phone to do just that, she was stopped by the quick hand of Dr. Granger snatching it away. "You aren't calling anyone. Now sit!" The fury in the woman's voice had her doing just that. "Now listen. I am sick of your accusations and demands. You have no idea what you are talking about. I already have gotten the proper authorities involved, but this situation is very delicate and I can't have you disrupting it because you feel entitled to answers. Lives are at stake here."

Feeling her blood boil under the contempt in the woman's voice, she protested. "I have every right to know what has happened to my future son-in-law. What have you been doing to try and find them? Attacking innocent people!"

Eloise was surprise to hear the doctor let out a shriek of frustration. "I said I was sorry for that, Mrs. Holm! What the bleeding hell was I supposed to think? You had threatened me and next thing I know, someone tries to kidnap me! I thought you were working for...Oh, never mind."

For the first time, Eloise really took in the woman before her. She was a mess: bloody clothes, torn fingernails, bruises along her head and neck. It looked like she was barely holding herself together, yet she kept going to trying and save her team. Using a far softer tone than she had previously, Eloise asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine."

She didn't believe her, but let the matter slide. "What are you going to do now?"

For a moment, the woman didn't speak before she walked toward the door. "Now I'm going to try and find this Mr. Stern. I'm going to find where he has taken my team. I want you to stay here and not get in the way."

"I could help," she offered.

Dr. Granger gave her a tired smile. "I don't think you can."

Eloise shook her head; she couldn't let her just leave, not after all the trouble she had brought about. With her back facing her about to step out the door, the woman froze at her voice. "Please."

Hermione didn't know if it was the plea or her own exhaustion that stopped her from walking out that door, but she paused in her step. She was probably crazy for even thinking it, but she knew having another set of hands would be a great help. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and studied the other woman. Mrs. Holm was standing there in her pajamas and robe with a disheartened look about her. With a sigh, Hermione agreed, "Alright, but you need to do what I say and don't ask questions I can't answer."

Nodding her head, Mrs. Holm replied, "What can I do?"

Letting her brain run through new ideas, Hermione finally found one which she liked. "I need to find this Mr. Stern. You're going to be my distraction. I want you to create a fuss in the lobby, enough that the front desk clerk is distracted so that I can search the system for the room number of this man."

Frowning, Mrs. Holm asked, "How am I supposed to do that?"

With a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, she answered, "Just be your normal charming self."

Returning her smile with one of her own, Mrs. Holm said, "So you want the tyrannical mother-of-the-bride."

"Exactly, Mrs. Holm," affirmed Hermione.

They discussed details and Mrs. Holm changed out of her pajamas. Cautiously opening the door, Hermione scanned the hallway; the last thing they needed was to get caught by security. Making her way to the stairwell, she gave a nod to Mrs. Holm to proceed to the elevator. Before she could open the door, Hermione was once again stopped by the woman's voice.

"Dr. Granger." Turning at the sound of her name, she gave her attention to the woman. "You can call me Eloise."

Giving the woman a smile at the gesture, she replied, "And I'm Hermione."

With one last acknowledging glance, they both went about their tasks.

Rushing down the stairs, Hermione lingered in the stairwell until Eloise had gained the full attention of the staff on duty. Ignoring the argument over what sounded like chairs for the reception, she focused on sprinting behind the front desk without being seen. Quickly pulling up the information she needed, Hermione used a spare keycard behind the desk and the programming machine to input the next-door room's number onto it. With her task done, she snuck back into the stairwell without getting caught.

She waited for Eloise to conclude her business and walk back to the elevator and signaled which floor to meet on. Another sprint up the stairs later and Hermione found herself just in time to witness Eloise's spectacular performance. Marching out of the elevator right into the guards posted outside of Mr. Stern's doorway, she began to rant about opening the door so she could confront her no-good-cheating-bastard-of-a-husband. The real Mr. Holm had decided to stay at the family home for the night and actually get some sleep instead of waking at the crack of dawn with his wife to finish the preparations.

As the guards manhandled her, Hermione managed to slip over to the unoccupied room next door and use the key card. The green light flashed and she entered the room. Hustling to the balcony, she once again stepped over the side and stretched herself across the distance and grasped the railing of the accompanying balcony. Straining her already tired muscles, she managed to swing across the distance and land on the ledge.

Spotting movement inside, she hid in the shadows as a figure opened the door, demanding to know what the commotion was about. There were too many guards and Hermione knew she couldn't take them all on her own, so without much time to waste, Hermione searched the room for clues. She found nothing shuffling through the papers on the table and the damn laptop was asking for a password. Getting desperate, she spotted the case and opened it to find two vials resting within; not thinking, she grabbed it and snuck back out the window.

As she once again made her escape, Hermione wondered what it said about her life that she was no longer surprised to be running for her life on a daily basis. Maybe Harry wasn't the only one with a saving-people-thing.

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With one last swing of the gardening hoe, the drywall finally gave way, revealing the outside world. The wall had been thicker that they had first suspected, but at the sight of freedom everyone renewed their tasks with enthusiasm. A few minutes later they were free, and Kyle sighed with relief. Sliding through the open space, he was finally able to identify their location.

"Isn't that the hotel we are staying at?" questioned Lt. Colonel Taylor.

"Yes, and that's the golf course," agreed Kyle. Their kidnappers had apparently stashed them in the storage shed in the clubhouse behind the property. Searching the area, he didn't see anyone coming to stop them from escaping. "Not the brightest bunch, are they?"

With some of his good humor restored now that they had escaped, Kurtis spoke up. "Well, what are we going to do now, just sit here and critique their work, or are we going to take these sons-of-bitches down?"

Marching off, the others soon joined him, but Taylor stopped them before they could enter the building. "We need to find out if Granger has called for back-up yet and find out what is going on. Davik and Blake, you two run over to the place next door and call this in. Lewis and William, you're with me; I want this perimeter searched for any more hostiles."

Setting about their tasks, Kyle circled the perimeter keeping care to stay out of sight. After completing the circuit, he met back up with his co-workers.

Taylor started. "I saw activity at all the entrances. Whatever is going on, they have the security teams involved."

"I saw the same," reported Kyle.

"There was also a surveillance unit which was heading toward the clubhouse we were being held in," Davik uttered, gesturing over his shoulder.

They all remained silent, waiting, keeping an eye on their surroundings and for the others to come back with a report on what they had found before making further plans. Suddenly, a commotion from the front entrance caught their attention. Shocked, Kyle watched Hermione run out the entrance, dragging his future mother-in-law behind her while a group of men chased them. The crack of gunfire soon reached their ears as they saw both woman dodging the assault approaching from behind. In a last ditch effort, Hermione had them take cover in the bushes.

Jumping into motion, Kyle and his teammates began to run toward the two woman in an effort to bail them out of whatever trouble the pair had found themselves in. Completely confused, all he could wonder was what the hell was Granger doing with Mary's mom?

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They had barely touched down when the hatch of the plane was being opened to let them out. As the group hustled over to the vehicles, Jack found himself once again being flagged down by an airman. Grabbing the phone without asking who it was, he spoke. "Granger, the next time you try and pull some stunt like that I'll have you-"

"Sir."

Confused at the male voice over the line, he asked, "Who am I speaking to?"

"This is Captain Blake, sir. We escaped our captors a little while ago and are reporting in."

Breathing a sigh of relief that his people had managed to get to safety, Jack began to issue orders. "Captain, I want you and your men to lay low until my unit arrives. I have SG-1, 4, and 5 with me. Our ETA should be about twenty minutes. We'll have everyone meet up and I will debrief you about the situation."

"Understood,Colonel."

After receiving confirmation, Jack continued his interrogation. "Is everyone alright? Does anyone need medical attention?"

"We are a little black and blue, but nothing too serious. Whatever drugs they gave us have worn off."

With dread entering his voice, he asked, "What about Dr. Granger? Was she able to find you?"

The confusion over the line was apparent. "No, we haven't seen her. Davik told us of her attempted rescue back at the bar, but we haven't been in contact with her since. Is she okay, sir?"

Damn it, they would just have to find the errant doctor latter. Ignoring Blake's question, Jack repeated his earlier sentiments. "Captain take your men and stay out of the way until we get there."

"But sir- Shit..."

The voice was cut off by the sound of gunfire in the distance. "Captain! Are you still there? Captain, report!" There was no response.

"What is it, O'Neill?" asked Teal'c from behind him.

Turning, Jack could see that he had the attention of the entire group. "Gunshots," he informed the Jaffa. Addressing the whole group, he said, "Alright, people, let's load up; we need to get going. The shit has just hit the fan."

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It didn't take long for Mr. Stern to realize something was amiss in his hotel room after the disturbance at his door had been taken care of. The guards had finally convinced the woman to leave after he had made his presence known and she realized her husband was not there. Scanning the sitting room, he observed the displacement of several documents and that his laptop was on. Nothing seemed to be missing until he looked at where the case should have sat and found it to be gone.

Realizing that the entire thing had been a setup, he picked up the phone and called down to the security station. Once the line was picked up, he spoke. "I want the woman who was just outside my room taken in for questioning the moment she exits the elevator. Also send a team out to the shed and check on our guests."

"Yes, Mr. Stern, we will get right on it. The team is on their way over to check on our guest and I've just pulled up the security camera's feed...Now that's odd."

"Is there a problem?" There was no answer from the other side of the line and Mr. Stern repeated his query.

The security officer finally answered. "We have reviewed the security footage from your floor and there appears to be a second woman who entered the unoccupied suite next to your own. I'm trying to identify her, but we can't get a good look at her face."

The corners of his mouth turned up in amusement at the news. "Don't worry about an ID, it sounds like Dr. Granger has managed to once again involve herself where she is not wanted. Have both women apprehended and brought up to my room. I would like to speak with them. And make sure to take care not to damage the case they are in procession of."

"Yes, sir."

Well, well; it seemed that Dr. Granger was far more resourceful than her file had indicated. How interesting. Perhaps he might persuade her to become an ally; after all, it seemed that several of his people would need to be retired after the poor performances they had shown tonight.

Sitting back in the recliner, he waited for his people to do their jobs and was soon displeased by the sound of gunfire echoing through the building. Yes, he would definitely be hiring before the night was through.

With a sigh, Mr. Stern picked up his phone to make a call to his clients. "It appears that our meeting will have to be rescheduled for another time; the situation here has become problematic at the moment." Ending the call, he stood and proceeded to place all of the information lying about in a briefcase before exiting the room and signaling that the guards in the hall should follow him.

It was time to cut his losses and leave.