The doorbell buzzed, causing a black kitten to race to the door and paw at it hopefully. Sticking her foot in front of the kitten, a slender woman with raven black hair opened the door. The kitten streaked past her and the woman sighed.
"Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks get back here!" she yelled. The kitten paid no attention, but continued running down the hallway. She glanced up at her visitor, who was wearing a slight smirk as he watched her cat's antics.
"You really shouldn't open the door without checking who it is first. I could be a crazy axe murderer." the man said with a lazy American accent.
"I feel fairly confident that you aren't, Captain Harkness." the woman replied. Captain Harkness looked surprised, but did his best to hide it.
"Ok. How do you know who I am? Are you a telepath?"
"Nope. I'm a journalist. It's my job to know who influential people are. Which yes, does include the leader of Torchwood."
"Well Ms. Anaya. How much do you know about me then?"
"How do you know who I am?"
"I came here looking for you. Also, you're a journalist. Everybody knows journalists."
"What do you want with me?"
"Well, Ms. Anaya, that's rather straightforward. I want you to join Torchwood."