Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY or Torchwood.

This is what happens when I get bored. (And I may be young, but I don't shorten things unless I need to. So IMing, it's going to be off.)(That and there wasn't a crossover. Not even a short one.)

Also, I haven't actually seen any Torchwood. I have seen Doctor Who. I've seen enough of Jack to get the general idea. And enough fanfics to get the idea of the others.

nyclabrat: so wats the temp over there?

torchofficer: 20 and goin down. perfect strolling temp.

nyclabrat: 20 degrees is good for strolling? oh, wait, that's C, isn't it?

torchofficer: keep forgetting your in US. its about 70.

nyclabrat: better than here. chill down to 40 tonight.

torchofficer: only 40?

nyclabrat: I think its cold

torchofficer: weak

"Adam, what are you doing?" Danny asked, sneaking up behind the lab tech.

Adam jumped before turning around. "Just talking to a friend."

"Un huh, what's this friend's name?"

"Torchofficer?" Adam received a look. "Her first name is Gwen."

"It's someone you met online, isn't it?"

"Yes, but she's nice. When she plans to come to the US, she'll visit."

"How do you know it's a she?"

Adam tapped the left side of the screen. "Userpics from the website."

Danny was dubious. "Yeah, sure. Just…"

"Just what?"

"When you go to meet 'her,' make sure to take someone." Danny walked off after receiving his results.

Ianto was walking past when he found Gwen at Tosh's normal place. "Gwen?"

She jumped at the sound. Caught like the hand in a cookie jar, she stuttered, "I-it's not what it looks like."

"And what exactly does it look like?"

"I don't know; what does it look like?"

"Well, it looks like you were IMing someone," a closer voice chimed in. Gwen again jumped at the voice of Jack. "He thinks 40 degrees is cold?"

"40 degrees is cold?" Ianto mimed.

"He's from the southwest originally."

"Do you really believe this guy?" Jack asked her.

"He uses his actual picture. And I did a background check. He's a lab tech with the NYPD; his name's Adam. I plan on visiting him when I go over there."

"When? It sounds like you've made a decision," Jack accused.

"Well, maybe I have." Wait, what did I just do?

"So you are going to go over and meet this guy?" Jack asked.

"Yes, yes I am." Oh, what did I do?

A short little ohe-shot. Review please. And I thank you for reading this in the first place.