"They were both shot, witnesses place them together so we can assume that their deaths are related." Davis went to continue his dialogue when he looked up to see Tru staring at him pointedly and Jack looking curiously between the two of them.
"Isn't that the police's job, Davis?" Jack offered in a faux-innocent voice
Tru bristled as she silently cursed the day Jack was born. "It doesn't do any harm to speculate and it can lead us to evidence." Jack's sardonic grin made her feel, not for the first time, that he could read her mind. So she decided a change in topic would be wise. "Is it just me or is he wearing a military coat?"
"It certainly looks like one but maybe from a vintage shop, it doesn't look modern."
"So he dresses in military garb, voluntarily? Gay!" Jack exclaimed.
Tru lashed out with, "Takes one to know one!" and then groaned at her immature streak choosing then to reappear.
Jack just chuckled but Davis sighed and snapped, "If you two can find time between childish jabs, take a body each down to the crypt. I'll do the autopsies later!"
Jack immediately slunk out of the room with the trolley bearing the female victim.
Tru went to follow, stopped, and turned to face Davis, "I'm sorry." And she really was, she didn't like to upset him.
"You can't let him get to you like that. There's a lot more at stake than pride."
"I know, it was him baiting you that got to me."
"I can take it Tru, just keep your mind on your job."
Tru went to leave and muttered, "Which one?" at a pitch she felt sure Davis wouldn't hear. So as the doors closed behind her and the male corpse, she smiled to hear, "Both!"
When Tru reached the crypt Jack was stood, partially hidden in the shadows, waiting for her, "So..."
Tru, tired of his games, flicked on the lights so the shadows vanished, and she looked him straight in the face when she said, "Yes?"
Again the arrogant smirk popped up on his face, "Can't you feel it?"
Strangely, she knew what he meant. Usually the transition back to the start of the day took her by surprise but tonight... she could feel it. She nodded slowly, forgetting Jack was there.
"It feels like right before a thunder storm, but more so, right?" Jack probed with the joy and enthusiasm of a child at Christmas.
"God! You're so..."
But whatever Tru thought Jack was disappeared in the shock of what happened next.
Both corpses moved simultaneously, the woman grabbed Jack's wrist as the man grabbed Tru's. At the same moment the woman cried, "Save me!" the man cried, "Save her!"
Tru felt the ride of her life happening, backwards.
Jack found himself waking up 18 hours earlier as he had expected to.
Tru hit the ground with a slam, the wind knocked out of her by her epic journey. 'That was weird! What just happened?' she mused.
She was just considering opening her eyes and figuring what had happened and where she was when she felt somebody kiss her! Her eyes snapped open and a voice said, "Oh good you're alive!"
Tru lay there in a state of complete panic, that was definitely not Luc.
She sat up ignoring her pounding headache and what she saw almost made her pass out.
"You're... well you were..." She stopped and tried to think how to phrase the insane thoughts contained in her head, she'd never been in this situation before, "Well you were dead, and usually when this happens to me the person responsible isn't anywhere near me when I wake up."
He chuckled knowingly (worrying Tru that he hadn't found what she'd just said unusual at all), "Well I'm not exactly Joe Average! But then again neither are you."
Tru said under her breath, "You were what I could sense back at the morgue."
"That's right," He stuck his hand into hers and pulled her to her feet, "Captain Jack Harkness at your service."
"Hey, I'm Tru Davies," She winced as her head gave a painful throb.
Captain Jack reached into his coat, Tru flinched as she half expected him to draw out a gun, he produced a small bottle. He opened and pulled out two tiny tablets and offered them to Tru.
She gave him a sceptical look so he explained, "They're painkillers. The best ones in the Universe or at least this side of the Ursa Major cluster."
This sidebar did nothing for Tru's confidence in the handsome stranger, so she backed away from him, until her head gave such a painful throb that the world swayed sideways and she felt Jack catch her.
"Wow! It's been a while since I made a girl swoon. I'm telling the truth and I'm not trying to hurt you, they really are painkillers."
Tru relented and swallowed the tiny tablets and immediately felt their effects.
"Wow! Erm..." She cleared her throat and wiped the sudden sweat off her brow, "What was in that?"
Jack smiled gently, he hadn't even let his team in on this secret, although he knew that Owen and Tosh would both be very interested, if for different reasons.
"Well you seem like you're probably pretty knowledgeable about medicine, what would you say is the best cure for a headache?"
Tru took in his cheeky grin and it dawned on her what she had just experienced, "Orgasm, in tablet form?"
"There you go!"
Still reeling from that revelation and full of questions about where such a thing had come from, Tru looked around for anything familiar. She realised for the first time that she wasn't in her apartment.
"Where are we?"
Jack flicked up his sleeve and glanced at what she assumed was his watch, "New York City... but, uh oh!"
Tru groaned audibly, with her headache barely gone and nothing around her making sense, she didn't want to hear 'uh oh'. "What?" she asked warily.
"Well what's my date of death?"
"There's a question you don't hear everyday. You mean today's date?"
"No I really don't."
Tru looked up at him doubtfully, "25/07/05"
"Oh dear." She gave Captain Jack such a dirty look that he continued, "You usually get sent back to earlier the same day, right?"
"Yeah, how do you know that? Wait, usually?"
Jack looked at her sadly and quietly replied, "This is New York City but the year is 1975."
Tru allowed herself to slide back down to the floor. She felt her vision darkening.
"Hey! Don't make me kiss you again, not that I minded as such but you seemed to..."
She opened her eyes to see him grinning at her. "You!" She scrambled to her feet and stood face to face with him. His grin faltered slightly.
You... you did this to me! That's why it felt different back in the morgue, you did this on purpose!" His grin vanished, "That's why you're finding this so funny!"
"Whoa! I didn't do this on purpose, it may be my fault, but it wasn't a conscious decision. You said it yourself, I'm different from your usual 'customer'. And in case you haven't noticed you're not the only disorientated one here!"
"Well you're doing a good job of hiding it!"
"Why, thank you." His grin was back.
Tru felt a rising sense of disappointment, the one person she thought might know what had happened to them was as lost as her. One thought prevailed in her mind, 'How am I going to get back home?'
Maybe he saw the turmoil on her face or maybe he was just bored of being in the filthy alley they had found themselves in, "Come on. There's a darling little diner round the corner."
A few minutes later Tru found herself sat in the very same diner she usually visited with her brother.
"This is weird!"
"Yeah. This certainly is a turn up for the books. I haven't come across one of you since, oh I think it was World War one."
Tru choked on her coffee and spluttered out, "You were alive in World War one?"
"Could you have said that any louder?" But he was grinning at her again, "I've been on your planet since Victorian times, but I've spent most of that time in Britain."
Tru absent-mindedly mopped up her coffee with a napkin as she let this new revelation sink in, so it was after a rather pregnant pause, during which she was certain that Captain Jack was studying her, that she whispered, "On my planet? As in not your planet? But that would make you..."
Jack smiled gently at her, "Go on, that would make me what?"
"An alien. But that isn't possible, is it?"
Jack laughed again, causing Tru to receive some rather envious looks from other female diners, "Like you're one to talk! I'm the impossibility here, says the girl who can relive days, and is talking to someone who she first met as a dead body!"
"What was that about 'not so loud'?" Tru was getting quite used to her life being strange but she didn't fancy being carted off to a mid-70's insane asylum.
Jack laughed again, drained his coffee and suggested they head somewhere more private.
Tru raised an eyebrow at him so he quickly added, "So we can talk, and try to figure this out."