Ok this is my Fourth Torchwood story that I have ever written. It is in the same universe as my other two novel sized stories "Cardiff Blues" and "Forbidden Lies." This story takes place four months after Forbidden Lies but it's not that important to read the other two but you can read them if you want to learn more about my OC Peter Clarkson or want to understand more.

It's also very AU as Owen and Tosh are still alive and Owen isn't 'dead' because I started writing my Torchwood stories before I saw series two of Torchwood.

I'm Australian so I might get a few places wrong.

And so it begins

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood as it is owned by the BBC.

Chapter One

And so it begins

Jack

I looked over the edge of the building. The scenery below was familiar as memories of falling as a result of being pushed by John flowed through my mind. That was the past now as I looked down at a body lying outstretched on one of the benches.

"Is everything alright sir?" Ianto asked as he walked up beside me.

"It seems the past has come back to haunt me." I answered pointing down at the body. "That was me once, John pushed me off."

"Well the difference is you're still standing." Ianto pointed out with a small smile.

"Of course." I said with a smile.

Ianto smiled. "I'm glad you are sir."

I was going to ask him to cut out the 'sir' crap when I heard Gwen's voice in my ear. When we were first called out here I had gone straight to the roof with Ianto to look for clues while the others checked out the body. At first glance, the way that the body sat on the bench suggested that he was indeed pushed.

"Jack, Tosh has confirmed that he was pushed from gravitational readings. We also found an ID. Harry Sanders, twenty four from London." Gwen explained in my ear. "Owen still wants to autopsy him as he's not convinced it was the cause of death."

"Ok. There doesn't seem to be much up here in the way of clues, but hopefully the CCTV footage will tell us more." I replied turning to Ianto who was still looking down at the body. "We'll be down in a few minutes."

I pressed the device on my ear and went back to looking down at the body. It really was déjà vu for me by the way the body was lying on the bench with the head leaning against the headrest. I'd never thought that I would experience it again even if it was someone else. The soft feeling of fingers entwining into mine made me look up for a moment at a very red faced Ianto Jones.

"Sorry sir." He apologised and drew his hand back. "It's unprofessional and we better go back down to the others...." he added before I interrupted him with a kiss on the lips.

"Still up for dinner?" I asked when we drew apart.

"Of course sir." Ianto answered with a smile. "So are we going to.....?"

I nodded and took his hand in mine before making our way back down to the plaza below. Our hands were firmly apart though when we finally reached the ground floor of the building. Ianto and I had been back together for nearly four months now and things were going well. Everything had seemed to fall back into place after we had spent our first night back together on Christmas Eve last year. All the team needed now was the safe return of our latest recruit from his holiday in Adelaide and everything would be back to normal. Well Torchwood's definition of normal at least.

I took a closer look at the body but something didn't feel right. He certainly had been pushed off the building but it was becoming more likely that wasn't how he had met his death. Owen was right to want to autopsy to find out the real cause of death.

"Jack I found this in this pocket." Owen said holding up a very familiar device. "Think we found the motive?"

"Ok guys the investigation just got a little more interesting!" I announced to the others before handing the note back to Ianto. "Toshiko, when we get back to the hub can you start looking through the building's CCTV footage to work out a time frame. Owen, you can do the autopsy and Gwen, Ianto can you stick around to see if there were any witnesses."

Gwen and Ianto walked off in the opposite direction while Owen and Tosh and I walked back to the SUV.

"It's not everyday you find a corpse with a rift key in their pocket." Owen said as we climbed in.

Meanwhile at the police station

Peter

The station was quiet when I opened the door. There was various officers walking around but it seemed completely deserted. I'd only been back a day when I received the call from one of PCs that Gwen knew asking for help. He had called Gwen but she was busy with the team at another crime scene. He'd also been surprised that I was available but I explained the situation to him over the phone.

"Hey Peter. Glad you're here." Andy said looking up from the front desk. "The noise has been unbearable."

"Um it seems quiet to me." I replied with a confused smile.

"Well they've stopped for now but there has been a lot of noise coming from their cell." Andy explained grabbing the keys from a hook and walking towards the police cells.

"So what have we got?" I asked walking along beside him.

"Two men were picked up fighting in a bar near the centre of the city. One of them claims to know your friend Jack." Andy replied when we stopped in front of the cell.

"And the other?"

"Well you can see for yourself." He answered and unlocked the door of the cell.

I stepped inside and saw two men sitting on opposite sides of the room eyeing each other off. The man on the right wore an old red British army jacket and pants. He had light brown hair and smirked when he saw me. His 'friend' on the other hand had huge purple blister like pimples on his face, long blonde hair which came down to his shoulders and was wearing a grey business suit.

"Oh Jack certainly knows how to pick them." The first man purred with an English accent before standing up. "Captain John Hart and you are?"

"Peter Clarkson and you must be the one who claims to know Jack." I answered folding my arms.

"Oh and Aussie too, how exciting." He purred again and looked me over. "That's right Handsome, Jack and I go way back."

"Your friend." I said pointing at the other man and trying not to stare. "Does he know Jack too?"

"No and he isn't my friend. I don't go for the ugly ones." He answered with a grin. "He does know however who pushed that man off the edge of that building."

I gave him a puzzled look as even though I did know about the man who was found dead from being pushed off an office building but I couldn't figure out how he could possibly know especially since it had just hit the news in the half hour.

"How do you know about that?" I asked with a puzzled look.

"Well handsome, why do you think we had a fight in the bar?" He asked right back and got a bit closer. "Am I allowed to have a taste?"

"Men have fights for all sorts of reasons." I answered with a smirk before turning to leave.

"You haven't answered my question!" He called out to me, which made me stop and turn back around.

"Let's just say I'm already taken" I replied (which was a lie) and turned again to leave.

"Tell Jack that he is a lucky son of bitch." I heard him yell as I walked off to make a phone call. "And that he also needs a blonde."

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