"The bandstand, Fish! Go!" Ianto shouted across to his colleague. He and Joseph Fischer or Fish, as the team affectionately called him, were chasing a Weevil across Grange Gardens. Ianto had seen it take off running across the pitch and head for the bandstand, disappearing through the high hedges. Fish changed directions, slipping a little on the grass and then took off, gun drawn as Ianto circled around in the other direction.

"Fuck all!" Fish yelled as he shoved his way through the high hedges that separated the pitch from the bandstand area. He did his best to shield his face but he emerged sputtering leaves and shaking his head. He craned his neck to look around the park and saw nothing.

Ianto came around from the other way, without pieces of hedge on his suit. How the Welshman always managed to look so well groomed was beyond Fish. Even running full out through a Cardiff park in the middle of March, Ianto managed to look like he'd just come out of a business meeting with his pristine suit and shining dress shoes.

"I fucking lost it," Fish cursed. "Bugger!"

Ianto craned his neck looking past the bandstand. "Maybe it doubled back," he said.

Then Fish saw it, a running figure ducking between two cars on the street.

"There!" he pointed and took off running with Ianto fast on his heels.

The two men ran down towards the street, coming to a halt on the kerb. They both looked up and down the road. Ianto gripped at Fish's arm as he saw a figure running around the corner, down the more busy Corporation Road.

"That way!" Ianto said and the two men took off.

The minute they rounded the corner, they saw the Weevil, popping down a manhole.

"Well thank fuck for that," Fish said, bending over, panting a little. "I thought we were going to be chasing that fucking thing all bloody night!"

Ianto smiled at the Australian as he caught his own breath. "Jack and I love Weevil hunting."

"Is that what you're calling it these days, mate?" Fish teased and Ianto blushed.

"The reports can wait for tomorrow. Buy you a pint?" Ianto asked, looking at his watch. It was past nine.

"Yeah, sounds good," Fish said. "Know anywhere around here?"

Ianto shook his head. "Let's head back to the car. There's a good place by my old flat."

The two had parked Ianto's car further down Holmesdale Street so they started walking, chatting a little as they went. Ianto was concerned when he noticed that Fish was walking with a slight limp.

"Your knee acting up?" Ianto asked. "Want me to get the car and come back for you?"

"Nah, just twinges a bit, I slipped a bit on the pitch," Fish said, his nose wrinkling. "I think it may have been dog mess."

"You're not getting into my car with that on your shoes!" Ianto shouted as the two stopped, Fish checking the soles of his trainers with his hand on Ianto's shoulder.

"Nah, we're good," Fish said with a laugh. "Torchwood is nothing but glamorous."

Ianto chuckled as well and the two resumed walking. Suddenly, Fish stumbled, tripping over something on the kerb.

"What the bloody hell…?" he exclaimed as Ianto grabbed his arm to steady him. The two men looked back and saw a leg jutting out from between two parked cars onto the pavement. Drawing their guns, they moved to investigate. Ianto, the more senior field agent, was in front. Normally Jack or Miranda, the immortal members of the team, would be taking point but both of the immortals were back at back at the Hub, dealing with a poisonous plant. Ianto came around the parked car's boot with his gun raised and saw a man laying on the street, half on the kerb, his eyes staring dead up into nothing. He bent down and felt for a pulse.

"He's dead," Ianto said, standing up and looking around.

"Poor bastard," Fish said. He took out his mobile. "I'll phone the police."

"Wait a second, Fish," Ianto said, taking out a pair of latex gloves from his back pocket.

"I don't want to know why you have those on you," Fish said with an eye roll. "You shouldn't touch him, mate. Leave it for the police. Hit and run isn't exactly Torchwood."

Ianto ignored him. He'd seen something at the back of the man's neck. After donning the gloves, Ianto gripped the man's hair at the nape of his neck and pulled. The hair and scalp came away like a flap.

Fish winced. "Probably got tossed about."

"No rigor mortis and he's still warm," Ianto said as he tilted the man's head to get a better look. He lifted the flap of scalp again and winced when he saw bone. The light was too dim for him to get a proper look so he felt around with the gloved finger. There was a hole in the man's skull, perfectly round as if from a drill bit, about the size of a one pound coin. With a small grunt, Ianto tugged the man onto his side, revealing the wound fully. Fish leaned down, intrigued.

"What the bloody hell is that?" he asked.

"Call Jack and Mandy," Ianto said, standing up and removing the gloves. "I think this one is ours."

"You think we need Gwen, mate?" Fish asked as he dialed Miranda's mobile.

Ianto shook his head. "I don't think so. She and Rhys were having dinner out tonight."

Fish nodded. They all hated to disturb Gwen after she'd gone home, especially on the couple's set date night. The former PC was always glad to work late and pitch in but all of the team took steps to help preserve her little slice of normality. Once Jack and Miranda were on their way, Fish and Ianto started to examine the surrounding area while they waited. Both men stood up when they heard the roar of the SUV's engine as it barreled down the street with Jack behind the wheel. The immortal man double parked, blocking the road in his typical driving style.

"I think the cycle's started again, Jack," Ianto said standing up to meet the two immortals as they got out of the SUV. "The body's down between the cars, Mandy."

Miranda Ryan clapped Ianto on the shoulder as she passed him, her portable medical kit in one hand and a body bag rolled under her arm. The two men started to talk. Fish saw the Torchwood medic crouch down low, torch in hand, examining the body with gloved hands.

"There's nothing in the surrounding area, just the body," Fish said as he watched her dig into the man's pockets and take out his wallet.

"Michael Howard," she said reading his driving licence and then started flipping through the rest of the wallet's contents. "There's nearly forty quid in here… "

"Not a robbery then," Fish said.

"You and Ifan didn't see anything?" Miranda said as she sunk a thermometer into the man's belly and Fish winced a bit. Fish had been a chemist working on hybrid car batteries before coming to work for Torchwood and even though it had been three years of aliens and bodies and all sorts of strange goings on, some things still turned his stomach a bit.

"Not a thing, Evie, but we were chasing a Weevil down the cross street," Fish said pointing off in the other direction and using his name for her. When he'd first started working for Torchwood, he'd tried to use her current alias but he couldn't think of her as anything but Evelyn, the name she'd been using when he'd met her.

Miranda looked down at the thermometer and then handed Fish a pair of gloves. "Thirty six point six. He's been dead less than a half hour. Help me get him into this bag, Fish."

Together the two of them loaded the body into the bag and then carried it back to the SUV to load it into the boot.

"I'll do the autopsy tonight, Jack," she said.

"I'll start pulling the old reports," Ianto said. "Rain check on that pint, mate?"

"Yeah, Ianto, sure," Fish said. "What's going on Jack?"

"We're not sure yet, Fish," Jack said. "If this is what we think it is, we'll need you tomorrow. Go home."

"Ianto, can I get a lift back to the Hub?" Fish asked not really wanting to endure Jack's driving.

"Sure," Ianto said as he walked back towards his own car.

Fish had heard the edge in Jack's voice and seen the nervous glances his three team mates were exchanging. Whatever was going on wasn't good.