Notes: This is my first ever fanfic, I'm usually an RP person but I can't find a TW rp group, so fanfic it is. Any comments, especially ones that will help produce better fics in the future, are most definitely welcome! If people like it, I'll add on for sure. Thanks to all who read!
Obviously, all TW characters are not mine, just Callum and Tamsyn belong to me.
"Explain to me again why we're at the police station?" Owen asked as he walked along behind Jack and Gwen as they made their way along a long, white corridor.
"I never told you why to begin with." Jack pointed out. "Think of this as a field trip with a surprise waiting for you at the end." he quipped in a way what Owen always found to be annoying.
"They've painted." Gwen commented as she looked around, ignoring the constant bickering between the pair. "Could have done with something other than white again, but at least it's fresh."
The trio stopped at a desk where a tired-looking police constible sat filing never-ending paperwork.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a D.S. Reid." Jack informed the man. "Jack Harkness." he added with a dashing smile as the man picked up the phone to let the D.S. in question know they had visitors.
"D.S. Reid." Gwen said, trying to remember if it was a name she recognized. "Don't think I worked with anyone by that name." she finally decided.
"Mr.Harkness?" a woman's voice called, the three turned to see a woman in her mid twenties walk towards them with a smile. "D.S. Tamsyn Reid." she said as she held out her hand which Jack was only too eager to take. "If you'll follow me, I'll get you filled in on why I called you here."
"Lead the way, D.S. Reid." Jack said. "This is Gwen Cooper and Dr. Owen Harper. Collegues of mine." he added as they walked along.
"Nice to meet you." Reid said over her shoulder as they walked along. "Sorry I didn't wait for proper introductions, but this is rather urgent." she apologized as she opened a door to a comfortable looking office, everything in its place. "Please, take a seat."
The Torchwood members took the offered seats and waited for Reid to fill them in on why she had been so eager to see them.
"I'm sure you've all heard about the murders that have taken place over the last week." Reid began in a tired voice. "It's been all over the news."
"Five people killed, all in rather horrific ways." Jack said as he nodded his head in recognition. "I heard that you'd caught the person responsible."
"Yes, a ninety year old man." Reid answered with a sigh. "Hardly the type one would look for when looking into such a case. The only thing on his record was a speeding ticket in 1978. Other than that, clean as a whistle." she sat back in her chair. "And yet he was found at the scene of the last murder, hacking away at a newlywed couple."
"Has he told you why?" Gwen asked, trying not to imagine the scene.
"We put him a holding cell while the proper paperwork was filled out and witness statements taken." Reid answered. "When we were done, we went to bring him to the interview room. Unfortunately, he was dead." she added with a rather sad tone.
"Well, ninety years old, having just been picked up for nasty murders, too much for the old sod's system." Owen put in.
"Well, our M.E. found something odd, very odd in the autopsy." Reid said, essentially ignoring Owen's reasoning. "No organs." she informed them matter-of-factly.
"No organs?" all three asked in unison.
"None. The examinor said that the suspect was really nothing more than a shell." Reid rubbed her eyes in annoyance. "It's sad, but it took a lot to get my boss to let me call you lot in. We need your help." she added. "From what I've heard, you're all very good at these odd sorts of cases."
"We'll need to look the body over." Jack informed the beleaguered policewoman. "Is it all right if we take it back to our HQ?"
"No way you can do your thing here?" Reid asked. "No, of course not, if it is something alien, you'll probably need some special equipment."
"Exactly." Jack agreed.
"I'll need to have a talk with my boss. We'll need his clearance to move the body." Reid explained. "Well, I guess I'll go and have a chat." she added as she stood up and moved for the door.
"What has his family been told?" Gwen asked before Reid could leave the room.
"Nothing yet." she answered. "We've yet to decide the best way to explain things. Especially since we're not sure what we're explaining." With that, she opened the door and was gone.
"Any ideas, Jack?" Owen asked.
"None off the top of my head." he answered as he rubbed the back of his neck as he began to pace around the room. "I can't think of any particular race of alien that practically scoops the organs out of person and goes on a killing spree."
"Well hopefully we'll get some answers when we get back to the hub." Gwen put in.
"If we're given permission." Jack pointed out.
"I thought Torchwood sort of outranked the police?" Owen asked. "I kind of like the idea of that."
"We'll see." is all Jack said before sitting back down and waiting for Reid to return, leaving Owen and Gwen to just look at one another shrugging.
Half an hour later, she was back and looking even more tired than before.
"It's a go." she informed them. "The only catch is that my superior and I have to go with you to make sure there's no "funny business" as he put it."
"Your superior being..." Gwen wondered if this might be someone she knew.
"D.I. Reid." was the answer the woman gave as she took her coat off a hook near the door.
"Any relation?" Gwen asked.
"My husband, actually." Reid answered with a laugh. "My usual superior is off on his honeymoon, and his usual sergant is off on maternity leave." she explained before the usual questions regarding the situation could be asked. "He'll meet us in the car park." she said as she headed out the door.
In the car park they found a tall man, very well built standing next to a four door Volvo, putting his mobile into his coat pocket.
"Ready?" he asked as he looked at the three people trailing along after his wife.
"Yes, this is Jack Harkness, Dr.Owen Harper, who will be looking over the old man, and Gwen Cooper." Tamsyn answered. "This is D.I. Callum Reid." she added. "The coroner's van will follow us, we'll follow you back to, well where ever it is we're going." she informed them.
"The van will have to leave before we actually take the body down." Jack said. "Secrecy thing."
"Thought Torchwood had given the secrecy thing up by now." Callum said with a laugh. "Alright then, but you're on your own getting the old man where you need him once the van's gone." he added, wanting to make sure they knew neither he nor his wife were getting near the man.
"What's his name?" Gwen asked. "Rather than just calling him "the man" or "the body", seems like it would be nicer to call him by his name."
"Fred Westland." Tamsyn answered.
"Okay," Jack said as the coronor's van pulled up, "I think that's our queue to take off."
Jack, Owen and Gwen piled into the SUV and Callum and Tamsyn into their Volvo and set off to the hub to try to get to the bottom of the mystery that was turning out to be Fred Westland.
