DISCLAIMER: Though I would love to own both Doctor Who and Torchwood, the Gods do not smile on me in that fashion. So, without any further delay...

It had been quiet around Torchwood for the past week. Ianto was his usual secretive self as he stalked down to the archives for the fifth time in as many hours. Suzie knew that he was a very quiet man, and that he had worked at Torchwood One when the Battle of Canary Wharf had happened, but she just did not understand why Jack had hired this odd little man. He had no real purpose here, other than to act as a decoy and catalog things. But he did make a mean cup of coffee.

Recently, Suzie herself had been working on something new that Jack had said had just appeared in their midst, a metal frame of some sort with a tank under it. There was an empty apothecary jar on a pedestal that was empty, but liked as if it had held something in the recent past. She was intrigued most by the storage tanks of what had tested out to be filled with acid that were attached by brackets to the side.

There were scraps of some material that clung to the frame that Suzie had already removed and sent to Owen to be analyzed, but had yet to see what was going on. She'd be sure to ask him later if he forgot to tell her – an excuse to pop by his house.

She was giving the frame another once-over when she noticed something new – a key. It was on a plain cord and unlike any key she had ever seen before. She turned it over and over in her hands and looked at the ornate carvings there. It was covered in symbols of some sort. In all her years at Torchwood, she had never seen anything as beautiful as all of this – never seen the style of letters on it. It would be the first thing she would get to in the morning.

"Suzie, time to go home," Jack's voice called out as he neared her desk. "Everyone else is gone already…"

He walked up to her and looked at what she was working on. He put a hand around part of the frame and looked it over a little before turning to her. "Anything yet?"

"I sent Owen some samples I found, but nothing yet on those." She dangled the key she had found in front of him. "And there was this…"

Jack snatched it from her. "That's mine. I've been looking all over for it. Thanks."

Without another word, he turned on his heels and headed for his office. Suzie closed down her computer and, grabbing her coat, went to the lift. She would never understand Jack Harkness, but she did understand that it was better to not ask.