A/N - I have a feeling this story is gonna take a while for me to write...and it will come in short paragraphs...sorry :)
Chapter Two
"Draegan Manor." Gwen said, throwing Jack a file with quite a hefty amount of paperwork in it. Jack sighed and flicked through the paperwork half heartedly, trying to humour Gwen.
"What about it?" Jack asked flatly, knowing the place rather well. Gwen clicked a button on the remote and the large screen behind her flicked into action, revealing a picture of a teenage boy, a bit of a geek Jack would have said.
"Harry Holmes, seventeen, lives in Cardiff, or rather lived." Gwen informed the captain. Jack skimmed over the boy's personal records, nothing interesting to be honest.
"So? What connects that hell hole with this kid Harry Holmes?" Jack queried. Gwen clicked the remote again and the screen faded to a different picture, this one being a scanned photo of a newspaper.
"Local boy disappears in haunted house." Jack read aloud. Gwen nodded and stood beside Jack, looking down at him.
"What do you want us to do about it Gwen huh? Some kid gets lost and goes missing. Happens all the time." Jack told her, not seeing how this situation had anything to do with him or Torchwood. Gwen rolled her eyes.
"A haunted house? A missing boy? Oh come on Jack it's like a detectives dream case! Quick and easy to solve." She exclaimed. Jack threw the file down on the desk in front of him.
"You forget that we aren't detectives Gwen. Our dream case isn't some kid who's got lost in a rickety old house and can't get home."
Gwen sat on the edge of the desk and touched Jack's forearm.
"Come on Jack, if you're so sure we'll find this kid so quickly then there won't be any harm in taking a look will there?" She said, her voice smooth and flirty. Jack stood up sharply, pushing Gwen's hand away from him.
"Don't you go thinking you can flutter your eyelashes at me and I'll roll over like a little lapdog, I ain't Rhys," Jack snapped, "we're not going to Draegan Manor to find some dumb kid, got it?"
Gwen exhaled sharply, walking over to the remote control for the plasma screen and turning it off.
"Fine." She spat.
Jack stormed out, his shout for everyone to "get back to work and stop bloody eavesdropping" almost echoing around the concrete corridors of the Torchwood Cardiff base.
Sorry!!! I know I should just go and shoot myself now for being such a failure but...I have no excuse!!!! *runs off crying while shouting "Review please!"*
