Ianto Jones was sitting at his desk wishing he could shoot himself. It was a boring day and he was sitting out in the decoy office for Torchwood hoping that Jack would tell him they were going Weevil hunting, or that there were errands to be done, anything! Suddenly he heard the bell above the door tinkle.
"Sorry, we're closing," Ianto said without looking up from the book that was suddenly very interesting.
"At half past three mate? Nice try. I'm here to speak with Captain Harkness," the confident voice said in a Welsh accent.
Ianto looked up and fought to keep his mouth closed. The girl looked to be about fifteen, seventeen at the very oldest. She was wearing a snug military jacket the same color as Jack's great coat and very tight black skinny jeans with a pair of leather boots that looked a lot like Gwen's. Her raven colored hair was french braided in a ridge in the center of her head, pulled over her left shoulder and ending at her elbow, Ianto thought about how long it must be when it was down. And, her eyes, he swore he'd seen them before.
"Oh, umm, you'd need an appointment for that miss, sorry, I can schedule one if you'd like," Ianto said after realizing how long he's been staring at her, she really was something to stare at.
"Oh no, that's alright. Hey, have you a way to get blood out of clothes," she asked suddenly.
"Well, yes, but I'm not sure w-," Ianto started saying before he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. The girl had pulled a gun out of god knows where and shot herself in the head.
"Bloody hell," Ianto cried running over to check her pulse, there was nothing. He leaned back on his heels and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
There was a gasp and the girl sat upright, scaring Ianto shitless and making him fall back, "May I speak with Jack now? I'd really love a position here at Torchwood."