Anythingdrabble Challenge 145 - Rookie

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Title: Rookie
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Andy Davidson, Owen
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG.
Notes: Written for Challenge 145 - Dramatic at anythingdrabble
Summary: Andy gets more than a taste of what it's like to work for Torchwood.

Andy Davidson strode towards the black SUV with its flashing blue lights, just as it was pulling up alongside the kerb.

Jack rolled down the window rather than get out. 'PC Andy! Got your call. What seems to be the problem?'

Andy straightened his cap on his head, feeling a lot calmer now than he had ten minutes ago. 'Alien,' he reported. 'One of those weevil things.'

Jack leant his elbow on the window frame. 'You sure?'

'Ugly thing, lots of teeth. Blue boiler suit.'

Owen nodded from the passenger seat. 'Got it in one.'  

Andy felt bolstered by the confirmation. 'It was bloody huge. At least eight feet.'

Jack scoffed at that piece of information. 'No need to be dramatic about it. It's just a weevil. And besides, they're not that big. There's never been one more than seven feet tall.'

'Says you, Captain Shortstuff,' Andy retorted, reminding Jack that he was several inches taller than the Torchwood leader. 'I know what I saw and it was well taller than me.'

Jack's jaw clenched at the insult. 'Which way did it go?'

'I dunno! I was running away!'

It was Owen's turn to scoff. 'Well, fat lot of good that is. What kind of copper are you that you let a perp just run off without watching which way he's headed?'

Andy narrowed his eyes at the pair of them. Bloody arrogant Torchwood. 'The kind that likes to be able to make it to the end of shift without dying.'

Jack groaned. 'Fine. We'll do this the old fashioned way,' he declared. 'Get in.'

Andy didn't argue, sliding quickly into the safety of the armored vehicle as it began a slow crawl around the streets, searching the darkness for the large loping creature.

It didn't take long at all for them to find it, pawing through the overflowing contents of a dumpster, searching for food. Jack leaned over the steering wheel to get a good look at it. 'Wow, he really is a buy guy.' Jack sounded in awe.

'Biggest I've ever seen,' Owen agreed.

'Told you so,' Andy replied, feeling justified.

Jack unclipped his seat belt, tucking his gun into its holster and passing a second gun from the glove box to Owen. 'Lucky there's three of us, then.'

'Three?' Andy cried, his gaze drifting back to the enormous weevil. 'He doesn't mean me, does he?'

'Here, take these,' Owen said, handing him a pair of hand clamps.

'I've got cuffs,' Andy told him.

'Maybe later,' Jack teased. 'I do love a bit of bondage.'

'That's not what I meant.'

Owen snorted. 'If you think those standard police issue toys will restrain a weevil like that you're kidding yourself.'

Jack threw himself out of the car. 'Okay, let's go.'

Andy hesitated long enough for Owen to notice.

'Don't worry. Just follow our lead. Jack likes to do all the dramatic stunt work himself mostly. Hang back until it's all over and you should keep all your limbs.'

'Great.'

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Get in there, Andy, show Jack why you'd make a great Torchwood agent!