Anythingdrabble Challenge 92 - Without a trace

[m_findlow]

Title: Without a trace
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Tosh, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 92 - Gone at anythingdrabble
Summary: Gwen arrives at the hub to bad news.

Gwen balled hers hands into fists, keeping them close at her sides. 'Gone? What do you mean he's gone?' she snapped.

Tosh clicked the keys on her keyboard, trying desperately not to meet Gwen's fiery gaze. 'To be honest, I don't know that much yet,' she confessed. 'Only what Ianto told me. I'm trying to analyse Jack's message through our systems, pinpoint a location from where he made the call, but so far...'

Gwen twirled around, finding Ianto silently approaching with a tray of mugs. She didn't want coffee right now. She wanted answers. 'What's all this about Jack being gone?' She watched as the expression on his face clouded over, back into that blank, impenetrable gaze that was so good at keeping secrets. 'He's on the run from the police,' Ianto replied plainly.

Gwen shook her head in disbelief. 'The police? Since when do we worry about the police?'

He calmly set down Tosh's mug next to her, before doing the same with his own. 'Since someone is trying to frame him for murdering George Wilson.'

Gwen blinked. 'Sorry, go back a bit. George Wilson isn't dead.'

Ianto's gaze met hers. 'He was murdered last night. It'll be all over the news,' he paused and studied his watch, 'oh, about now.'

She folded her arms. 'And what has this got to do with Jack? Why would anyone want to frame Jack for that?'

'He was investigating something. Something George Wilson was involved in.'

Gwen scoffed. 'George Wilson is a nutter. You can't seriously think- hang on, how do you know all this?'

She watched as his visibly swallowed. 'He came by my flat before he left.'

Gwen felt her temper rising. Bloody Jack Harkness. One of these days, she promised herself. 'Why the hell didn't you stop him, Ianto?'

'Seriously? Have you ever tried to stop Jack?' He sighed and set down the empty tray, looking up at her earnestly. 'They killed him, Gwen. He was covered in blood. He only stayed long enough to steal my car and my laptop, then he was gone. Whoever these people are, they knew how to get to him. They had this planned from the start. He says we're all in danger if we try to go after these people.'

Gwen frowned. 'Who?'

'He called them The Committee.'

'And who are they? Why haven't we heard about them?'

'I was trying to do some research on them before you got here.'

'And?'

'You're not going to like it.'

She folded her arms. 'Jack's gone, Ianto. I already don't like it.'

'Guys,' Tosh interrupted, 'I'm getting a rift alert. Adamstown, corner of Pengilly and Saville. It's the local Spar. Reports of two casualties coming in.'

Gwen gritted her teeth. 'Fine, we're on it. Call Owen and tell him to meet us there. But when we get back I want to know exactly where Jack is and who these Committee people are.' She looked back at Ianto. 'He's not doing this on his own.'

Comments

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Jack is better off on his own right now, he can cover his tracks. He's trying to protect the rest of the team while he figures things out. I hope Gwen doesn't make things worse.