So, here begins the Unseen verse version of "They Keep Killing Suzie". Still don't own them, still want naked pics to decorate my house, still only too sure that ain't gonna happen. As always, thanks for reading and please let me know what you think.

"Just to inform you I was quite content to remain behind and try to replace everything on the shelf from 1976 in its proper order including the item identified as 741203GDQX-7A3 which in your haste to snatch from said shelf while swearing to me that it was indeed a Juxakun Storage Tube and it would contain an Auuzckwak worm which was used for sexual pleasure in at least four galaxies including the Vegas and Barsharmth, the second of course also responsible for that bottle of viscous brownish green elixir that causes the most intense orgasms that it is not recommended with species that have problems with blood or other bodily fluid pressure. Human, sir. I have a blood pressure and would like to avoid exploding." The whole time Ianto had been talking Jack's grin had just gotten bigger. Rolling his eyes, Ianto wondered why he bothered. When it came to sexual matters, activities, ideas, suggestions, possibilities...anything having to do with sex actually, Captain Jack Harkness was unapologetic and unrepentant. However, the gagging noises from Owen and the heavy sighs from Gwen, both of which were drifting forward from the rear seat were somewhat worth it.

"I told you, I want you to be more involved with fieldwork," Jack said, reaching over and rubbing Ianto's thigh. "There may come a time when I'm not available or Owen is finally so much of a twat we Retcon him back to infancy and watch him sit in the corner naked while he drools and plays in his own pooh."

Ianto slapped Jack's hand. "I did not need that mental image."

"Why is it always Owen? Why not Gwen?" Owen whined.

"Because no one wants to see me naked in the corner playing with myself!" Gwen snapped. Absolute silence followed and while it took a few moments it dawned on her what she said and only then did she realize no one was disagreeing.

"And I think that pretty much says it all, or doesn't say it," Owen said with a smug grin on his face. "So you see darlin', while I might have enjoyed our time together even I am over the idea of watching you naked. Nothing from the blokes in the front so I would say that's three strikes on naked Cooper then."

"Shut it!" she snarled. "Leave me alone!"

"Ok kids, let's keep it down back there. No fighting." Jack pulled the SUV in behind one of the several panda cars already at the location of the call out. "And there is the lovely Detective Swanson. Ianto, work your magic please."

"Ianto? Why should he do it? I am the police liaison, Jack! Why is he doing my job?"

"Because she likes him." Jack glanced over his shoulder at her as Ianto and Owen exited the vehicle. "I hired you to do that job because I thought as an ex-copper you would treat the locals with respect. However, you don't. You demand, you push, you're arrogant and you act as if they are beneath you now that you're what they consider special ops. Ianto doesn't. He gets much further getting the information. I need someone who doesn't act like I do and I have discovered that you are not it. So get off your high horse and accept the simple fact that he's better at it." Jack got out and slammed the door, leaving her in the rear seat fuming and glaring at Ianto.

"Ianto, always bloody Ianto," she mumbled, opening her door and getting out of the SUV to find herself confronted by Andy Davidson. "Andy!" This one copper she knew would always be more than happy to help her in any way he could. "What's going on then?"

Andy craned his neck to look behind her. "Just you four then? No Toshiko?"

"Tosh? Why would you...?" Gwen's eyes narrowed. "No, she's not here. Why do you care?"

Andy blushed. "No reason. She's just always interesting with the gadgets and such on these. I best get back to my place. See you later, Gwen." He hurried away to stand next to several locals who were watching the goings on, pulling out a notebook and a pencil and asking them questions. Still wondering why he was looking for Tosh - after all, Tosh was one of the most boring people she had ever met - Gwen wandered in the direction she had seen Jack go, firmly convinced she would be needed by his side. After all, while he was determined to continue to delude himself that this fling with Ianto was more than that she knew Ianto was not a field agent and once she proved that he could not possibly do her job with anywhere near the level of competence that she could, Jack would once more begin to see her as a friend, a confidant, and at some point a lover. A small smile on her face and a look in her eye that had any of the cops on the scene that knew her rolling their eyes, she hurried off to find Jack.

"Not much different with the fancy new job is she?"

Ianto smirked and shook his head. "Nope. She's got some potential for field work but her firm belief that she is special, especially to Jack, makes her almost impossible to work with. But, she'll either learn or you'll find her back in your fold, Detective."

"Don't do that to me, Jones. I would hate to have to put you in the same category as Himself."

"No, we can't have that. So what made you call us in?"

"This is the second one." Detective Swanson opened a file and pulled out a black and white crime scene photo that she passed to Ianto. "See the writing on that wall? It's half done, so you can't be sure what it says." She inclined her head toward the house. "The finished product is in there."

Ianto frowned. "And that would be?"

"Torchwood." She narrowed her eyes. "You know I've always said the way you lot treat people would come back on you and now it has but it's also killed three innocent civilians. I'm letting you know I have no doubt that you had something do with this..."

"We didn't. Even if it is someone with a grudge against us how is that our fault? You tell me that you don't have people that hate you for what you do and who you are. You tell me that there aren't those who have taken out their anger and frustration at you on innocents. It works both ways, Detective. We do our job and sometimes it does piss people off. And I know that while you think Captain Harkness acts as he does simply to make things more difficult or because he likes being a pushy bastard, he does it to try to protect you and other innocents from being caught up in some of the absolute shit we have to take care of. So don't get all puffed up like this is our fault."

Detective Swanson snorted. "I'm just saying..."

"If it is anything to do with us, I can promise you that none of the team is responsible. Now, normally you know I feel very strongly that cooperation between us is vital, but right now I'll have to say that what I'm feeling is a very strong sense of hope that you are going to have something to hold over us until this is solved. In that instance, perhaps it is better if I have Captain Harkness simply close this investigation to any involvement from you or your team and demand any and all evidence and information that has been collected at both scenes. Is that how you prefer it or would you like to actually try to find out who is responsible without deciding it's automatically us?"

A warm voice filled Ianto's ear. "Have I mentioned how much I love it when you get all protective?"

Another voice, this one belonging to Owen. "Oi! Open comm here!"

"Jack, I have the report from the first scene and have accessed what they have from this one. They have some good evidence on the killer, so if you want to come back we can..." Tosh giggled. "Sorry, they really do come up with some of the most ridiculous things. How do they explain labeling the suspect a smoker just from a hair sample?"

"I'm sure they have their reasons and whatever they are they can keep them. Ianto, tell the lovely and I'm sure quite unhappy detective that we are done and will be leaving the scene in their hands."

"Yes, sir." Ianto cleared his throat. "Captain Harkness says we have everything we need and will be remanding the scene to your custody. I hope that this discussion has given you the incentive to approach this investigation with a more open mind. I have a high opinion of your skills and I would hate to have to approach your commanding officer in order to establish a different liaison." Ianto turned and started for the SUV as Jack, Owen and Gwen exited the house. He took three steps and then turned back to face her. "Really Kathy, we are on the same side here. If Jack thought for a moment it was one of us he would come down on our head faster than you could. It isn't, but if we are involved then it's an outsider's revenge. It isn't as if Torchwood is unknown. And while we piss some people off, the work we do saves lives. I'd rather have someone alive and angry than dead and emotionless. Wouldn't you?" He nodded at her and then left to join the rest, his door barely closing behind him before the SUV roared away.

Standing there with her hands clenched into fists so tight her nails were digging painfully into her palms, Kathy Swanson didn't want to admit he was right. Realizing that her team was looking to her for orders, she snapped herself back and began organizing them into teams, sending them searching for evidence that would prove one way or the other just how deeply ingrained in this mess Torchwood was.

-TW-

"So what have we got?"

"Three murders. Nothing that links them so far except for the partial writing of Torchwood on the wall at the first scene and the completed writing at this one," Tosh said, sliding a copy of the file she had open in front of her to each of them. "Apart from the writing on the walls, which is in blood, the only thing they have are several hairs they picked up at the first scene. Owen, if we get a sample we can run our own DNA comparison right? And ours is much quicker than theirs."

"Yeah," he muttered looking at the physical evidence and then flipping to the results of the autopsy on the first victim. "Honestly this looks like...oh bloody hell." He looked up at Jack. "Retcon."

"In the hair?" Jack sighed. "Any idea when?"

"A while ago." Tosh consulted her notes. "Approximately six months, two weeks and three days." She shrugged. "Sorry I can't be much more precise."

"If you get any more precise we'll know what the killer had for breakfast. Good job, Tosh." Owen's praise made her blush. "There really isn't any indication of Retcon causing this sort of psychotic break. And I hope it's not an indication of things to come because with the amount of people we've given it to this could turn into a bloodbath."

"How many people have we Retconned? Ianto?"

"Approximately two thousand, eight hundred and seventy two but that number is definitely not correct as it has been used without proper notation more than once." Ianto smiled rather smugly at Jack. "Including when you made an attempt to Retcon a witness to Torchwood and completely ballsed up the dosage."

"I didn't make a note of that?" Jack innocent look was not working. "I was sure I did."

"Nope, you didn't. And if you had I would have told you that the dosage was incorrect and done my best to..." Ianto suddenly broke off and looked down at the table. "Of course, I should take into account that the dosage was meant to be too low and that you wanted the memory to remain. My apologies for my assumption, sir."

"Don't even start thinking like that," Jack said softly, reaching over and taking hold of Ianto's hand. "I messed up. It wasn't intentional. " He glanced round the table. "We need to find the connection. There has got to be something that links these people. I can find nothing on any of them on Mainframe. Owen, how long ago did the Retcon seem to stop?"

"Right around the time Suzie died." Owen looked at Jack. "Something tells me she's part of this. What if whoever is doing the killing is some sort of accomplice we never knew about?"

"Owen has a point," Ianto said, his fingers still entwined with Jack's, "and I wonder if it might have something to do with her always wanting Tuesday night off. Maybe that's when they met up to plan."

"Except she's been taking Tuesday nights off for a lot longer than the murders were happening." Jack chewed his lower lip, thinking. "Gwen, you and Owen go search the murder scenes again. Look for anything that links Suzie, Tuesday nights - whatever you can find. One take the first scene and the other the second but keep in close contact so you can compare notes. Tosh, you and Ianto go and search the locker where Suzie's things are being kept. Be careful but thorough. I'm going to see if I can find any records of Retcon causing psychosis. I know you looked, but I'm going to check in a few places you don't have access." He stood up, drawing Ianto to his feet as well. "Tosh, can you wait outside for a minute? Owen, Gwen, get going. I want you both back here with some answers as soon as you can." He waited until everyone was gone before turning to face Ianto. "I did not try to mess up her Retcon. Even if I had given her the right dosage her memories might have been triggered by the knife anyway. Pleaser stop thinking that I..."

"Stop." Ianto moved closer and placed his free hand on Jack's chest. "I know. I wish I could tell you why I feel so insecure about her. Maybe it's because she's been allowed to do what she wants without repercussions for so long. I know you're trying and I do appreciate it." He leaned in and kissed Jack, a soft brush of lips. "I'm sorry I'm so difficult at times. I know you don't want her now, it's the then I'm still coming to terms with."

"I promise I will never give you reason to doubt me again. I'm trying too, Ianto. Opening myself up is hard because no matter how it ends I am the one left behind. So have patience with me, please."

Once again Ianto kissed him, but this kiss was far less soft, far less chaste, and only ended when Tosh cleared her throat and asked if they were planning to actually go and do some work.