Fic - Violated (Chapter 2)
Title: Violated
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER ONE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 2
Gwen Cooper had gone completely potty. No, mental was more like it. She couldn’t be serious. But all Andy had to do was look at her and he knew his former partner was serious. He couldn’t do it. Sure, Torchwood had walked all over him in the past, but this time it was different.
“Andy, all we want to do is check out the crime scene ourselves,” Gwen hissed at him as they stood on the outskirts of the cordoned off area.
“Are you insane? One of your group is being sought after for questioning and you want to waltz right into the crime scene?” Andy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“But they don’t know it’s us.”
“Right.” Andy leaned his head back, staring at the darkening sky, praying for serenity, or whatever God could send his way. “To every detective on the force there is only one Jack Harkness and they know he belongs to Torchwood. You’re bloody lucky they don’t know where you guys work out of or you would have a handful of detectives waiting to escort Captain Idiot to the station.”
“Captain Idiot?” Gwen turned on him, her eyes flashing in anger.
“Aye. You don’t give your real name when you’re going to kill someone.”
“Like you know a lot about murdering people?”
“Enough to not do that.”
Gwen turned her back to him, hands on her hips. After a couple of seconds, she spoke, still not facing him. “I don’t think it was Jack.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“Jack wouldn’t leave anything behind for you to find.”
He put a hand on her shoulder. “You know as well as I do that murder is about control, and power. This could be his way of flaunting his superiority. ‘Look at me! I’m Captain Harkness! I can do anything in this city and no one can stop me!’”
“Jack’s not like that,” she said, taking his hand.
“What makes you so sure of that, Gwen?” Andy pulled her back towards him. “You lot have been through hell and back lately, maybe he finally cracked.”
Gwen looked up at him, her eyes wide, pleading. “That’s why we need to see the crime scene. If it is Jack, Ianto and I will stop him.”
“What makes you think you can stop him?”
“We’re probably the only people he trusts,” Gwen replied.
Andy stepped back, seeing the harshness in Gwen’s eyes. Her eyes always spoke volumes to him. He warred with his mind, and in the end he didn’t know why he agreed to it. “SOCO should be done in half an hour. Come back later and I will see what I can do.”
He watched as Gwen walked away, getting lost in the crowd that had been hanging around all day getting their kicks out of the infamous. The police had been going mental, this was the fourth case like this in the past two weeks, and the first time they had any sort of lead. The killer had been getting more and more arrogant and may have finally left enough clues for them to convict someone. In fact, the crime scene investigators even thought they would be able to lift a fingerprint from the body this time.
Andy worried about Gwen and was relieved when she showed up later that day. “Where’s Harkness?” he asked as she ducked under the caution tape.
“Nowhere near here, if that’s what you’re asking,” Gwen responded.
He grabbed her by the arm, holding Gwen back. “If you help Harkness get away and he did these murders-”
“Murders? You only said one girl was killed.”
Andy ran his fingers along the collar of his police coat. “This is the fourth murder like this in the last two weeks. The first one with real hard evidence.”
“Oh, Andy. Four of them?” Her nose crinkled in worried surprise.
“You can see why they want to talk to Jack. Haven’t you been following the news?”
“We’ve been… sort of busy,” Gwen stated.
“Right. Torchwood,” Andy said as he led the way into the building.
“Oi, who’s this?” Another officer blocked their way into the flat.
“The Crown sent me,” Gwen hurriedly replied.
The other officer looked to Andy. “Special Investigator brought in. She deals with cases like this,” Andy stated. He pulled two pairs of latex gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Gwen.
“Right,” the officer stated, giving Andy the once over. “The log sheet is on the kitchen table,” he said, ducking out, pulling a fag from his pocket.
“Thanks,” Gwen said.
“You’re lucky he’s new to the department and didn’t recognise you,” Andy hissed as they meandered over to the log sheet. He looked shocked as Gwen picked up the pen and started writing. “What the bloody hell are you writing?”
“Someone has to sign in,” Gwen replied. “So Caroline Dewes has.”
“Caroline Dewes?”
“She’s a special investigator, just been retired for the last four years,” Gwen said as she headed into the bedroom.
“And what if they check with Caroline about what she found?” Andy followed her closely, making sure nothing was disturbed or nicked.
“She won’t answer the phone. She thinks the aliens try to scan her brain with it,” Gwen whispered to him.
Aliens. Again with the bloody aliens. Andy opened his mouth to question just how Gwen knew this, but closed it instead, deciding he would rather not know. He stood by the door and observed as she looked at the bedside table and along the bloodstain on the mattress. She even got down and looked under the bed.
“Looking for something specific?” Andy asked.
“The report said it looked like she had sex before dying,” Gwen replied.
“How did you see the bloody report?”
“I have my ways,” she stated, glancing back at him. “I don’t see a condom or wrapper, did SOCO find one?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Andy said.
“So if the attacker…” She blushed slightly. “There should be DNA on the body then. Once they do the autopsy report, we can compare the residue to samples taken from Jack.”
“Do I even want to know how you propose to get samples of that from your boss?”
“I have my ways,” Gwen said. “Actually, Ianto has the way,” she continued. Gwen pulled what looked like some fancy PDA from her pocket and turned it on, slowly turning around. She scanned the entire room top to bottom, concentrating on the readout.
“And what does that do?”
“Scans the area for certain emissions,” she replied as she moved closer to the bed and the blood stain where the girl’s throat had been sliced open. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Now what?”
Gwen let out a sigh as she shut down off the scanner thingy. “Whatever was used to kill the girl is leaving behind trace emissions. It was powerful and concentrated in one area. I don’t think what killed this girl is from Earth.”
“You can’t get away claiming it’s one of your spooky-dos. You have access to stuff that is not of this Earth as well.” He moved towards her. Why couldn’t Gwen see he was looking out for her safety.
“I hate to say it, Andy,” she said, her brown eyes looking up at him. “But you’re right. The scans don’t prove who did it, just help narrow down what did kill her.” Gwen pulled one of the gloves off and rubbed her forehead.
“Come on, before someone realises you’re not Caroline Dewes,” Andy stated, putting a hand on Gwen’s back and leading her out of the flat. “All we want to do is talk to Harkness, find out what he knows.”
“I know that’s all you want to do,” Gwen said. “But there are others in the department who would love to have Jack on some trumped up charges.” She stopped and looked up and down the street. “No CCTV cameras.”
“We know,” Andy groaned. “None of the murder sites were covered by CCTV cameras.”
“Which means someone had to really know the city,” Gwen replied, her eyes growing wide as she looked at the convenience store across the street.
“Gwen,” Andy cautioned.
“Sorry, Andy. But I need to figure out who did this.”
“Why you?”
“Because, I care about Jack and I don’t know if he did it.”
“You don’t know he didn’t do it either.”
“And if he did, I have to stop him, get him help, and keep Ianto safe.”
“Gwen, you can’t do this by yourself.”
“I wish I didn’t have to.” She turned back to him, giving him a reassuring smile which did not reach her eyes. “Don’t worry, love. Ianto’s helping me.” With that she darted across the street.
Andy cursed himself for getting Gwen involved. He had an idea where Torchwood seemed to hang out, he should have just waited for Harkness to run out on some mission or go out for some tea and nabbed the man himself. She could get herself hurt, or worse. Andy shuddered as his mind flashed on the sight he had walked into upstairs when they responded to the call. He fought the bile rising in his throat as his mind replayed the poor girl splayed out and cold. Snapping out of it, he spotted Gwen hurrying from the convenience store, tucking what looked like a DVD into her coat.
“Oh, Gwen…” Andy shook his head as he moved back to patrolling the perimeter. He found himself constantly staring at the store.
“Whatcha looking at,” Greenberg said coming up next to Andy ready to cover the crime scene so Andy could finally head home and crash.
“That store over there,” Andy said. “Did the detectives ever see if they had cameras?”
“Most of those little shops never do,” Greenebrg replied.
“Right,” Andy said. “Well, it’s all yours,” he stated as he loped away. He couldn’t help but wonder just how deep Gwen was going to go before she realised what kind of man Harkness could be and get herself away from Torchwood.
CHAPTER THREE
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: R/NC-17 for the Prologue
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
CHAPTER ONE
Artwork by hollymarchosias
Chapter 2
Gwen Cooper had gone completely potty. No, mental was more like it. She couldn’t be serious. But all Andy had to do was look at her and he knew his former partner was serious. He couldn’t do it. Sure, Torchwood had walked all over him in the past, but this time it was different.
“Andy, all we want to do is check out the crime scene ourselves,” Gwen hissed at him as they stood on the outskirts of the cordoned off area.
“Are you insane? One of your group is being sought after for questioning and you want to waltz right into the crime scene?” Andy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“But they don’t know it’s us.”
“Right.” Andy leaned his head back, staring at the darkening sky, praying for serenity, or whatever God could send his way. “To every detective on the force there is only one Jack Harkness and they know he belongs to Torchwood. You’re bloody lucky they don’t know where you guys work out of or you would have a handful of detectives waiting to escort Captain Idiot to the station.”
“Captain Idiot?” Gwen turned on him, her eyes flashing in anger.
“Aye. You don’t give your real name when you’re going to kill someone.”
“Like you know a lot about murdering people?”
“Enough to not do that.”
Gwen turned her back to him, hands on her hips. After a couple of seconds, she spoke, still not facing him. “I don’t think it was Jack.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“Jack wouldn’t leave anything behind for you to find.”
He put a hand on her shoulder. “You know as well as I do that murder is about control, and power. This could be his way of flaunting his superiority. ‘Look at me! I’m Captain Harkness! I can do anything in this city and no one can stop me!’”
“Jack’s not like that,” she said, taking his hand.
“What makes you so sure of that, Gwen?” Andy pulled her back towards him. “You lot have been through hell and back lately, maybe he finally cracked.”
Gwen looked up at him, her eyes wide, pleading. “That’s why we need to see the crime scene. If it is Jack, Ianto and I will stop him.”
“What makes you think you can stop him?”
“We’re probably the only people he trusts,” Gwen replied.
Andy stepped back, seeing the harshness in Gwen’s eyes. Her eyes always spoke volumes to him. He warred with his mind, and in the end he didn’t know why he agreed to it. “SOCO should be done in half an hour. Come back later and I will see what I can do.”
He watched as Gwen walked away, getting lost in the crowd that had been hanging around all day getting their kicks out of the infamous. The police had been going mental, this was the fourth case like this in the past two weeks, and the first time they had any sort of lead. The killer had been getting more and more arrogant and may have finally left enough clues for them to convict someone. In fact, the crime scene investigators even thought they would be able to lift a fingerprint from the body this time.
Andy worried about Gwen and was relieved when she showed up later that day. “Where’s Harkness?” he asked as she ducked under the caution tape.
“Nowhere near here, if that’s what you’re asking,” Gwen responded.
He grabbed her by the arm, holding Gwen back. “If you help Harkness get away and he did these murders-”
“Murders? You only said one girl was killed.”
Andy ran his fingers along the collar of his police coat. “This is the fourth murder like this in the last two weeks. The first one with real hard evidence.”
“Oh, Andy. Four of them?” Her nose crinkled in worried surprise.
“You can see why they want to talk to Jack. Haven’t you been following the news?”
“We’ve been… sort of busy,” Gwen stated.
“Right. Torchwood,” Andy said as he led the way into the building.
“Oi, who’s this?” Another officer blocked their way into the flat.
“The Crown sent me,” Gwen hurriedly replied.
The other officer looked to Andy. “Special Investigator brought in. She deals with cases like this,” Andy stated. He pulled two pairs of latex gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Gwen.
“Right,” the officer stated, giving Andy the once over. “The log sheet is on the kitchen table,” he said, ducking out, pulling a fag from his pocket.
“Thanks,” Gwen said.
“You’re lucky he’s new to the department and didn’t recognise you,” Andy hissed as they meandered over to the log sheet. He looked shocked as Gwen picked up the pen and started writing. “What the bloody hell are you writing?”
“Someone has to sign in,” Gwen replied. “So Caroline Dewes has.”
“Caroline Dewes?”
“She’s a special investigator, just been retired for the last four years,” Gwen said as she headed into the bedroom.
“And what if they check with Caroline about what she found?” Andy followed her closely, making sure nothing was disturbed or nicked.
“She won’t answer the phone. She thinks the aliens try to scan her brain with it,” Gwen whispered to him.
Aliens. Again with the bloody aliens. Andy opened his mouth to question just how Gwen knew this, but closed it instead, deciding he would rather not know. He stood by the door and observed as she looked at the bedside table and along the bloodstain on the mattress. She even got down and looked under the bed.
“Looking for something specific?” Andy asked.
“The report said it looked like she had sex before dying,” Gwen replied.
“How did you see the bloody report?”
“I have my ways,” she stated, glancing back at him. “I don’t see a condom or wrapper, did SOCO find one?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Andy said.
“So if the attacker…” She blushed slightly. “There should be DNA on the body then. Once they do the autopsy report, we can compare the residue to samples taken from Jack.”
“Do I even want to know how you propose to get samples of that from your boss?”
“I have my ways,” Gwen said. “Actually, Ianto has the way,” she continued. Gwen pulled what looked like some fancy PDA from her pocket and turned it on, slowly turning around. She scanned the entire room top to bottom, concentrating on the readout.
“And what does that do?”
“Scans the area for certain emissions,” she replied as she moved closer to the bed and the blood stain where the girl’s throat had been sliced open. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Now what?”
Gwen let out a sigh as she shut down off the scanner thingy. “Whatever was used to kill the girl is leaving behind trace emissions. It was powerful and concentrated in one area. I don’t think what killed this girl is from Earth.”
“You can’t get away claiming it’s one of your spooky-dos. You have access to stuff that is not of this Earth as well.” He moved towards her. Why couldn’t Gwen see he was looking out for her safety.
“I hate to say it, Andy,” she said, her brown eyes looking up at him. “But you’re right. The scans don’t prove who did it, just help narrow down what did kill her.” Gwen pulled one of the gloves off and rubbed her forehead.
“Come on, before someone realises you’re not Caroline Dewes,” Andy stated, putting a hand on Gwen’s back and leading her out of the flat. “All we want to do is talk to Harkness, find out what he knows.”
“I know that’s all you want to do,” Gwen said. “But there are others in the department who would love to have Jack on some trumped up charges.” She stopped and looked up and down the street. “No CCTV cameras.”
“We know,” Andy groaned. “None of the murder sites were covered by CCTV cameras.”
“Which means someone had to really know the city,” Gwen replied, her eyes growing wide as she looked at the convenience store across the street.
“Gwen,” Andy cautioned.
“Sorry, Andy. But I need to figure out who did this.”
“Why you?”
“Because, I care about Jack and I don’t know if he did it.”
“You don’t know he didn’t do it either.”
“And if he did, I have to stop him, get him help, and keep Ianto safe.”
“Gwen, you can’t do this by yourself.”
“I wish I didn’t have to.” She turned back to him, giving him a reassuring smile which did not reach her eyes. “Don’t worry, love. Ianto’s helping me.” With that she darted across the street.
Andy cursed himself for getting Gwen involved. He had an idea where Torchwood seemed to hang out, he should have just waited for Harkness to run out on some mission or go out for some tea and nabbed the man himself. She could get herself hurt, or worse. Andy shuddered as his mind flashed on the sight he had walked into upstairs when they responded to the call. He fought the bile rising in his throat as his mind replayed the poor girl splayed out and cold. Snapping out of it, he spotted Gwen hurrying from the convenience store, tucking what looked like a DVD into her coat.
“Oh, Gwen…” Andy shook his head as he moved back to patrolling the perimeter. He found himself constantly staring at the store.
“Whatcha looking at,” Greenberg said coming up next to Andy ready to cover the crime scene so Andy could finally head home and crash.
“That store over there,” Andy said. “Did the detectives ever see if they had cameras?”
“Most of those little shops never do,” Greenebrg replied.
“Right,” Andy said. “Well, it’s all yours,” he stated as he loped away. He couldn’t help but wonder just how deep Gwen was going to go before she realised what kind of man Harkness could be and get herself away from Torchwood.
CHAPTER THREE