Torchwood: Fanfic: Girl power

[m_findlow]

Title: Girl power
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Tosh, Kathy Swanson, Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: M
Length: 1,493 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for caz251's prompt "Torchwood, Kathy Swanson (+ or /) Toshiko Sato, Badass women" at fic_promptly
Summary: Someone learns the hard way that you don't mess Torchwood.

Jack slammed the boot of the SUV shut with a resounding thud, dusting his hands off. 'Alright, Owen. Body's in the back. Let's get it back to the hub and see what we can find out.'

'Great,' he mumbled. 'Another night of unpaid overtime.'

'I pay you plenty,' Jack retorted. 'Tosh? You okay to stay here and wrap things up?'

'Sure,' she replied, still taking readings from the area around where the alien body had been found lying in the middle of the suburban street. The cause of death was so far unknown according to Owen, but may have something to do with the unusual traces of radiation and other particles in the area.

'The Detective will be happy to give you a ride home, I'm sure,' Jack added, casting a glance across at Detective Swanson who had been called to attend the scene by a couple of concerned residents. The black SUV was already there when she arrived, but she'd still have to file a report, because now there were official phone records for sightings of a body in the street. It wasn't so much a question of explaining where the body had gone - everyone on the force knew that you only had to drop the word Torchwood into your report, though it grated on their DCIs - but rather the complete waste of time that it became filing a report at all. "Arrived on scene. Torchwood present. End report." This was not what she was getting paid big money to do.

She scowled at their captain. 'I'm not your bloody taxi service, Harkness.'

'It's on your way back to the station. Not like you'll be the one working through the night to solve this case.'

Kathy gave a heavy sigh. 'Fine.'

The SUV pulled away leaving the pair of them there alone. Tosh continued to potter around, doing God only knew what. Kathy leaned back against her own unmarked blue sedan, waiting for the Torchwood operative to finish whatever she was doing.

'Stuck cleaning up their mess, I see,' she remarked, as Tosh bent down to collect up the sticky remnants.

Tosh didn't agree with her, but neither could she disagree. There'd been plenty of times when the unpleasantness of sorting out a scene had fallen to someone else, and this was hardly the worse scene she'd ever been to. In fact, there was very little evidence to eliminate. 'All part of the job,' she said instead.

Kathy let out an appalled sound. 'Still beats hauling drunken, vomiting girls out of clubs, I suppose.'

Tosh smirked at the comment. Only last week they'd been doing exactly that, only it had been on account of an alien drug runner that had been pushing drugs not fit for human consumption into the market, and into the hands of innocent party goers looking for a little something extra to spice up their night. Unfortunately human physiology was all wrong, and so they just needed up making you violently ill.

I'm almost done here,' Tosh said, hoping she wasn't holding up the Detective too much. She knew how little she generally thought of Torchwood and didn't want to add to her grief.

'Nice night to be out,' came a voice from nearby. Kathy and Tosh both looked around to see a thin looking man in his early twenties, his grey hoodie pulled up high over his head, and obscuring most of his face.

'If you say so,' Kathy replied.

The youth smirked and pulled one of his hands out of the thick pocket on the front of his hoodie, pointing a gun towards them. 'You know they say that it's not safe to be out on the streets at night these days. You never know who might be out roaming, looking for someone to rob.' He used the gun to point at Tosh, indicating that she should go over and stand next to the detective. He fixed his gaze on Tosh's PDA. 'That looks expensive,' he said. 'I think I might take that.'

Tosh gave a furtive glance at the detective. Kathy nodded and she handed over the device, which he quickly pocketed back into his hoodie. 'Got a phone too? I'll bet you both have nice phones.' He kept the gun pointed at them both until they'd relinquished those too.

'Nice car,' he said, running a hand appreciatively over the paintwork. 'Who owns this, or are you one of those new age couples? Isle of Lesbos and all?' He waved the gun at them again. 'Keys, please.'

'I'm police,' Kathy said. 'You don't want to do that.'

'Police?' He laughed out loud. 'And I'm, the queen of fucking Sheba! Keys. Now,' he said, waving the gun more firmly.

Kathy sighed, looking across at Tosh. 'It's going to be one of those nights, isn't it? she asked.

'I'm afraid so,' Tosh replied, looking grim.

In the time it took Kathy to reach behind her for with that assailant thought was her car keys, Tosh had drawn her gun from the back of her jeans, and Kathy followed suit a split second later, her own neatly tucked in the shoulder holster beneath her jacket.

'Woah, woah woah! What the fuck?' the man said, throwing his hands up. 'How the fuck have you got guns?'

'I told you already,' Kathy said. 'I'm police. And she's Torchwood. And you really don't want to mess with us. Unlike you, we actually know how to use these. Gun on the ground, thanks.'

He slowly lowered the gun to the road and Tosh deftly kicked it away.

'Hands on the roof of the car. Slowly,' Kathy instructed. She slipped her gun back in its holster, whilst Tosh kept her own trained on the man. Kathy removed her handcuffs from the clip on her belt, tugging his arms roughly behind his back. Right now she wasn't worried about using excessive force to make the arrest. This guy had added misery on top of an already shitty night. If he ended up on the receiving end of some of her ire towards Jack, then so be it. Bloody idiot for trying to mug and carjack two women. Honestly, what was the world coming to these days?

'I'm arresting you for aggravated assault,' she said, going through the motions. 'You have the right to remain silent, which I strongly recommend. Anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you and God so help your sorry arse if that happens.' CPS would tear them to shreds, she thought with no small amount of glee.

'Fucking bitch,' he said, struggling against the cuffs as Kathy forced him bodily into the back of her car.

'That's Detective Bitch to you,' she replied. 'Be lucky I don't let Torchwood have you. God only knows what they'd do if they found out you'd hassled one of theirs.'

'It wouldn't be pretty,' Tosh added, thinking just how much Jack might enjoy roughing up a toerag like this guy. 'You have to drop me off on the way back,' Tosh said, directing her comments to Detective Swanson. 'We could always take him off your hands if that's easier. A night down in the cells with the weevils might teach him a valuable lesson.'

Kathy leaned in the doorway. 'Do you know what a weevil is, pal? Heard those rumours about monsters that roam the sewers and the streets at night? They're real. They'll tear your face off and eat it. Wanna spend a night with them instead of the cop shop?'

The man turned pale. He had heard stories and had thought they were all bogus up until ten seconds ago. 'Alright, alright, I'll cop to the charge. Just don't stick me in a cell with one of those things. Please.'

'Not such a tough guy now, are you?' Kathy said. 'Maybe next time you'll think twice before you shove that gun in someone's face.' She slammed the door shut, letting him stew for a bit before driving him back to the station. Tosh had already gone over to pick up the discarded firearm, handing it to her. 'For your evidence locker,' she said.

'Thanks for the assist, Torchwood.' It was a running joke between them that Kathy didn't use their names, expect for their Captain, and Jones, who was usually the one left to sort out the finer details in the days following. He at least was generally polite.

'Anytime, Detective. Like you said, we were left here to clean up the mess.'

'And do a better job of it that those other idiots.'

Tosh just laughed at the comment. 'Offer is still open if you want us to give him a bit of a scare.'

'Nah, he's a moron alright, but subjecting him to Harkness is a rare punishment few deserve.'

Comments

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I hope Tosh retrieved her phone and PDA from the moron. She might need them. This guy really picked the wrong people to try and rob.