In Sickness and in Health (17/?)
Author’s note: Just a note to say, I know next to nothing of police procedure having never been on the receiving end of it so all you're going to see in the next few chapters is what I remember from tv which has been occasionally tweaked to fit with the story. In other words, I don't have a clue what I'm writing about;) Hopefully it is plausible though. Huge thanks to royalladyemma for much hand holding and long and indepth messages on the intricacies of the legal system. Any mistakes are my own
Summary: Ianto looks after everyone, but who looks after him?
Pairing: Janto
Spoilers: None
Warning: Occasional language, references to child abuse
Rating: 15
“Right, Mr Jones, just wait here and an officer will be with you shortly, okay?” said the police doctor, sitting Ianto down before leaving him alone in the interview room.
Ianto just sat there for several minutes staring blankly at the opposing white washed wall as he gradually came out of the passive daze he’d been in since arriving at the station; his mind’s way of protecting him he supposed. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to want to protect him anymore as the severity of his situation came crashing down around him like a ton of bricks, trapping him in this seemingly endless nightmare. Resting his elbows on his thighs, he buried his face in his hands in despair; there was no way out; if he was charged, he would be put in prison. If he was, by some miracle, let go and if his father survived, he would still pay. Either way, he was trapped.
“Good afternoon, Mr Jones, I’m DC Myles and this is PC Green; we’ll be interviewing you today,” said the tall, blonde man as he and his colleague sat down.
“So, just to clarify, you’ve opted against legal representation and you have been checked over by the police doctor?” Ianto nodded.
The two policemen exchanged glances before carrying on, “and you’re aware of why you’re here?” Ianto nodded.
“Right, let’s start the tape,” said the DC as he flicked the switch. “I am Detective Constable Micheal Myles personnal number 3297 and I will be conducting the interview, It is Thursday 15th October 2008. It is currently 15:38 at Cardiff Central Police Station. Sitting in on the interview is Police Constable David Green who is sitting beside me and Police Constable Connor Shaw who is standing at the door. Mr Ianto Jones is being questioned and has opted against legal representation and has been checked over by Dr George Groves; the police physician . The purpose of this interview is to ascertain to what extent Mr Wayne Lloyd’ fall was an accident; if at all.
Okay, Mr Jones, we are to remind you that anything you do say will be kept on record and may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?” Ianto nodded.
“You are going to have to speak, Mr Jones; the tape can’t pick up movement. Now, do you understand?”
“Yes,” whispered Ianto, his forehead resting against his clasped hands.
“Very well, we shall now begin. Mr Jones, on Thursday 15th October 2008, Mr Wayne Lloyd allegedly fell down the stairs outside 15 Bute Street, Cardiff, your place of residence; what do you have to say about that?”
“Nothing.”
“Really, Mr Jones? Your own father falls down the concrete stairs outside your place of residence and you have nothing to say? Do you not think it a coincidence that out of all the stairs he could have possibly fallen down in the whole of Cardiff, he just happened to fall down yours?” Silence.
“Tell me, Mr Jones, where were you at 14:15 on Thursday 15th October 2008?” asked DC Myles, leaning in.
Ianto closed his eyes but didn’t move his head, “a-a home.”
“So, just to clarify for the tape, you were at 15 Bute Street at 14:15 on Thursday 15th October 2008?”
“Yes.”
“Mr Jones, you’re going to have to speak up; the tape can’t hear you. Now tell us again., were you at 15 Bute Street at 14:15 on Thursday 15th October 2008?”
“Yes!”
“Tell us, Mr Jones, were you outside or inside the property at the time of Mr Lloyd’s fall at 14:15 on Thursday 15th October 2008?”
“O-outside.”
DC Myles and PC Green exchanged glances before carrying on. “So you saw Mr Lloyd fall down the concrete steps?”
“Yes.”
“So, tell us, Mr Jones, how did Mr Lloyd fall down the stairs?” Silence.
“Mr Jones, you are going to have to cooperate with us. Now I’ll ask you again; how did Mr Lloyd fall down the steps outside of your place of residence?”
Ianto exhaled a shaky breath as a single tear trailed down his pale cheek, “I-I pushed him.”
“Really? So, just to clarify, Mr Jones, you pushed Mr Lloyd down the steps?”
“Yes.”
“Was it on purpose or an accident?” Silence.
“Mr Jones, was it an accident or on purpose?”
“I- I don’t know!”
“You pushed your own father down the stairs and you don’t know whether it was an accident or not?” asked DC Myles incredulously as PC Green took rapid notes.
The tears were falling freely now, “it...it all h-happened so fast!”
“So fast that you do not know whether it was an accident or not? Mr Jones, you either pushed him with the intent of causing serious damage or you didn’t so which one is it?”
“I-“
“Mr Jones, I have a statement here which says that when asked ‘did you push Mr Lloyd down the stairs?’ you answered in the affirmative, proving that you clearly set out to hurt Mr Lloyd.”
“I didn’t-“
“Mr Jones, you and your father do not get on, do you?”
“No.”
“Why?” Silence.
DC Myles sighed, “Mr Jones, you really aren’t doing yourself any favours. The way I see it, Mr Lloyd was trying to reach out to you and make things right and you threw it back in his face.”
“He was drunk,” muttered Ianto.
“So he had a little dutch courage before hand, that’s no reason to push him down the stairs.”
“I-“
“Tell me, Mr Jones, what were you doing at home at 14:15 anyway? Surely you should have been at work at that time?”
“I-“
“Who is your boss, Mr Jones?”
“J-Jack.”
“Is that Captain Jack Harkness, leader of Torchwood Cardiff, your boss, your friend, your lover, the man capable of covering all this up and the man that called 999 at 14:23?” Silence.
“Is Captain Jack Harkness your employer, Mr Jones?” Ianto nodded.
“For the tape, Mr Jones.”
“Yes.”
“He is also your lover is he not?”
“I..yes.”
“So if asked, he would cover for you, would he not? Afterall, Torchwood makes people ‘disappear’ all the time, one more body wouldn’t make much difference.”
“I didn’t-“
“Tell me, Mr Jones, why did you not call 999?”
“I...I wasn’t thinking...”
“But you had enough sense to call your lover though didn’t you? The man you knew would cover it all up.”
“That’s not true!”
“Are you saying he wouldn’t cover for you?”
“I-“
“Tell me, Mr Jones, in the interval between 14:15 and 14:23, did you at any point, go down to check on Mr Lloyd?” Ianto didn’t respond.
“Mr Jones, I must remind you that it is in your interests to cooperate with us. Now, I’ll ask again; did you, at any point, between 14:15 and 14:23 check on Mr Lloyd’s well being?”
“No,” whispered Ianto barely audibly.
DC Myles nodded, “I see...Why?”
“I -I wasn’t thinking s-straight!”
“I find that very hard to believe, Mr Jones, you work for a top secret organisation and are paid to be able to think whenever others can’t. You knew Mr Lloyd had his back to the stairs, you knew he was unsteady on his feet and seized your opportunity,” Ianto stayed silent, his face buried in his hands as silent tears coursed down his face.
“You do realise your father could die from your actions, don’t you? If this goes to court, you could be facing a charge of murder and a maximum sentence of life imprisonment; if there is anything that you know that will help your case, you have to tell us.” Ianto stayed silent.
DC Myles sighed as he flicked through the report, “Captain Jack Harkness seems to believe that your father is ‘an abusive and violent drunk who has physically and verbally attacked you on more than one occasion’. Why would he say that? Has Mr Lloyd ever attacked you?” Silence though DC Myles could see that Ianto was visibly trembling, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
“The physician’s report on you states that you have’ severe bruising on your wrists and right hand side and cuts of varying severity also trailing down your right hand side with more severe ones on the backs of your hands’; three of which require stitches. Did Mr Lloyd cause these?” Silence and DC Myles could see he would get no more.
“Interview terminated at 16:57 on account of the witness being unable to continue,” he said as he flicked the machine off.
“David, can you go and see if George can look Mr Jones over again? I think he’s having a panic attack,” murmured DC Myles to PC Green.
“Yes, Sir,” said PC Green as he left the room.
“Okay, Mr Jones, just try to calm down,” said DC Myles awkwardly as Ianto continued to hyperventilate, choking on his own sobs as tears streamed down his ashen face. Luckily, George came in several minutes later, allowing DC Myles to leave.
“Well, what do you think?” asked PC Green as they walked to Reception.
“There’s got to be more to it,” said DC Myles as they reached the desk and saw a large, brown package waiting for them which said;
‘to whom it may concern,
Re: Ianto Jones and Wayne Lloyd incident.’
“Something like that?” smirked PC Green.
“Quite possibly, when Mr Jones is brought here, you can tell him he’s free to leave although we will want to talk to him soon,” said DC Myles as he walked down the corridor.
“Where you going?”
“I’m following up leads."
http://welsh-scotsman.livejournal.com/13747.html chapter eighteen