Challenge 709 - Surprisingly complicit
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m_findlowTitle: Surprisingly complicit
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 709 - Obedience at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: The police don't always do what Torchwood want them to, so when they do, it comes as a surprise. A double drabble.
Jack let out a sigh of delight as he pulled up his coat collar and tightened the belt around him. The rain was coming down hard now and they were going to be soaked through in no time. Everyone was currently headed in the opposite direction to him as he approached the crime scene, which was exactly how it should be. Ordinary officers and SOCO alike were evacuating the scene enmasse.
'Isn't it nice when the police do exactly what we tell them?' he said to no one in particular.
Owen grumbled next to him, staying close as he could to Jack, using him as a windbreak to shelter from the downpour. 'More like none of them want to be out in this muck,' he complained. 'If it wasn't pissing down they'd still be kicking up a fuss and arguing with us from behind their police tape. The more we try and tell the coppers we're in charge, the more they want to get in our way.'
'So, you're saying we should hope for more bad weather?'
Owen rolled his eyes. 'It's Cardiff. That's pretty much guaranteed. Better off hoping for less murders. That bloody glove thing creeps me out.'
Jack let out a sigh of delight as he pulled up his coat collar and tightened the belt around him. The rain was coming down hard now and they were going to be soaked through in no time. Everyone was currently headed in the opposite direction to him as he approached the crime scene, which was exactly how it should be. Ordinary officers and SOCO alike were evacuating the scene enmasse.
'Isn't it nice when the police do exactly what we tell them?' he said to no one in particular.
Owen grumbled next to him, staying close as he could to Jack, using him as a windbreak to shelter from the downpour. 'More like none of them want to be out in this muck,' he complained. 'If it wasn't pissing down they'd still be kicking up a fuss and arguing with us from behind their police tape. The more we try and tell the coppers we're in charge, the more they want to get in our way.'
'So, you're saying we should hope for more bad weather?'
Owen rolled his eyes. 'It's Cardiff. That's pretty much guaranteed. Better off hoping for less murders. That bloody glove thing creeps me out.'
