Challenge 876 - Putting on the squeeze
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m_findlowTitle: Putting on the squeeze
Character: Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 876 - Press at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen has a desperate need for intelligence. A double drabble.
Owen had never enjoyed having to run interviews. He’d just never nailed the bad cop role that Jack played so well, and he definitely wasn’t the good cop. He was closer to the moderately bored, could we please get this over with cop, and nobody ever coughed up information to those guys.
Today though he was on his own, forced to press his interviewee for intelligence because the rest of the team had gone missing without a trace and that was bad news. The team did not simply go off the radar without warning. It could only mean that something had gone terribly wrong and that they were now incapable of helping themselves, leaving Owen as the only one who might be able to save them from whatever their fate.
It had taken hours, but Owen had finally tracked down someone who might know something. He’d gone in, gun raised, bad cop activated, unwilling to take no for an answer, cuffing the man and taking him back to Torchwood to stew for a bit.
Down in the interrogation room, Owen pulled out the chair, letting it screech on the concrete. ‘You and me, we’re going to have a little chat.’
Owen had never enjoyed having to run interviews. He’d just never nailed the bad cop role that Jack played so well, and he definitely wasn’t the good cop. He was closer to the moderately bored, could we please get this over with cop, and nobody ever coughed up information to those guys.
Today though he was on his own, forced to press his interviewee for intelligence because the rest of the team had gone missing without a trace and that was bad news. The team did not simply go off the radar without warning. It could only mean that something had gone terribly wrong and that they were now incapable of helping themselves, leaving Owen as the only one who might be able to save them from whatever their fate.
It had taken hours, but Owen had finally tracked down someone who might know something. He’d gone in, gun raised, bad cop activated, unwilling to take no for an answer, cuffing the man and taking him back to Torchwood to stew for a bit.
Down in the interrogation room, Owen pulled out the chair, letting it screech on the concrete. ‘You and me, we’re going to have a little chat.’
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Date: 2025-08-03 09:09 am (UTC)