Usual disclaimer here.
First of all a big thank you to halo62 for adding this to your Alerts :)
CreativeChica39: Don't worry Fawk's has a little more to go yet, plenty of havoc and friends to make. And you'll just have to wait and see if she's getting a new pet :)
Bad Wolf Mcgee: Appreciating the sneaky use of your mum's laptop for my review :) Jack isn't such a big fan of how Fawks reacts around Winter, but oh well, he'll just have to get over it. DOn't worry i hadn't forgotten about Winter's archery skills, Fawks' bow isn't that regular, but you'll have to wait and see :)
Enjoy
Chapter 4
"Bored…" Fawks complained, lay across the couch under the Torchwood sign. "I came here expecting wonderful chaos and glorious destruction and- ooh! Sweet and Sour chicken!" She sat up before the door even rolled open showing Winter and Ianto slightly damp from the rain and talking quietly between themselves. Winter smiling and rolling her eyes at him. Pip skipped off of one of the ropes onto Fawks' shoulder as she skipped for the pair. Winter handed her a carrier bag, and Ianto handed her another.
"Your half of the Chinese restaurant." Ianto grinned.
"I eat a lot, get over it," Fawks smiled. Pip as a greeting hopped from Fawks' shoulder onto Winter's then decided he didn't like the rain leapt back across onto Fawks' retreating back. Both of them heading back towards the main hub, tails held high.
Winter leaned over to pick a prawn cracker from Fawks plate.
"Gef our on fud." She muttered through a mouth full of duck pancake.
"Learn to share," Winter retorted, nicking another prawn cracker, grinning at Fawks' glare.
"Why's nothing happening?" Fawks asked, "the rift normally spits chaos out like there's no tomorrow,"
"So you're bored there's no trouble." Owen said.
"I'm bored in general, Jack still won't give me my stuff," Fawks sighed.
"If you really want it back why don't you get it yourself," Winter debated.
"Unless you're not as good a criminal as you say you are," Ianto said, handing her a mug.
"Do you want your keys back Ianto?" Fawks said with a smirk, Ianto patted his pockets. Fawks handed him his key.
"Point proven." Winter stated. As Fawks smiled smugly, before taking another huge bite into her pancake.
"Fun's over kids, meeting in the boardroom now, whole team." Jack called from his office. Winter saw Fawks deflate, she gave Winter a feeble smile.
"Sorry," Winter apologised.
"Go," She nodded up to the boardroom.
"There was a phone in the other week, dismissed simply because we thought it was the regular lunatic." Tosh explained.
"Regular lunatic, of course," Owen remarked.
"Unlike the run of the mill alien loons," Winter considered with a smile.
"But a picture taken at the scene of the crimes showed this." Jack said, ignoring them.
A picture filed screen it showed what was presumably a body hung between two trees, no longer recognisable as any sort of creature. On the ground was a foot print, it was too elongated to be a human print and with claw marks above the toes. Winter's first reaction was echoed around the room.
"Werewolf?"
"Not quite," Jack shook his head, "this is too civilised for a werewolf, but it's not human."
"Do we know what it is?" Ianto asked.
A Trap. A voice whispered in Winter's head.
"Trap?" Winter asked out loud, meaning to question the voice not the room.
"What?" Jack looked confused.
It's a really big trap.
Who are you? This time she didn't speak out loud.
Fawks. Psychically eavesdropping.
"Winter?" Ianto asked, staring at Winter with a worried look.
"Sorry," Winter shook her head.
"It's a trap,"
To organised by a werewolf to hunt it's a trap for the werewolf.
"You said it's too civilised for a werewolf kill, but what if something would kill someone to lure the werewolf near."
It's the professor. Shit…
"Who would want to catch a monster?" Owen asked.
"I don't know, someone who was into science." Winter shrugged.
"The professor." Jack realised.
"Who's that?" Winter asked. As Fawks' voice cussed quietly in her head.
"He's a raging psychopath." Jack said. "A human, who knows to much about aliens and likes to take them apart."
Whilst they're still alive.
"We've got to catch him, Tosh, Ianto, can you see if anyone saw anything, a werewolf being chucked into the back of a van and drove away must have been seen. Owen, The Professor has been around for a while medical records, anything you can get. Winter, he must be near by, see if you know anywhere where he could stay, somewhere out of sight but with a big area." Jack directed.
"Jack." Fawks growled. "Jack this is stupid. The professor cuts his victims up, whilst their alive."
Winter was in jeans and a hoodie, her sword hidden under her top. She was going in for a recon. Fawks wasn't happy, that was an understatement.
"Fawks, I'll be fine, we have double and triple checked, he's not in at this time." Winter argued, she'd had this argument already with both Jack and Ianto. They'd agreed very reluctantly that she was the best bet, she could climb up the side of the warehouse and take a peek through the window then come straight back. Fawks couldn't care less, she thought this was stupid and dangerous, but she was just a guest in the hub, her opinion wasn't so valued. Not that she cared, this was another in an already endless stream of rows between her and Jack.
"She can look after herself." Jack demanded. "She doesn't need a criminal to show up and mother her!"
"Mother her? Get this through your thick skull. He cuts people open and makes them watch. She's different Jack. Look at her eyes! He's going to want them. See why they're like that, and you're sending her in."
"Right! Enough!" Winter yelled, standing between the two. She turned her back on Jack, looking at Fawks.
"I can handle this. Stop freaking out." Fawks opened her mouth to argue. "No. I've been in worse situations than an empty serial killer's house. Cannibals in the country, for example." Fawks closed her mouth but still clearly unhappy. Winter turned to Jack.
"She's worried, stop yelling," Winter said. "I'll be fine."
"I know." Jack sighed, stroking back a stray hair from her face. There was a growl from behind Winter and she turned to see Fawks storm off, down to Winter's room.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine," Ianto said. "You focus on what you have to do."
Winter looked at the derelict building that sent shivers up her spine.
"I'm here," She whispered into her comm.
"Alright, be careful Winter," Tosh replied. The whole building looked wrong, gray and graffitied like other abandoned warehouses but the way the gravel was displaced by car wheels and footprints, the way that it sounded, like a low hum of machinery in what should be silent surroundings.
Listen to your instincts Win. Get out. Fawks whispered in the back of Winter's mind.
Will you stop that? It's distracting. I'll be fine. Winter thought angrily. Fawks was right though, all instincts her body were repeating the words
Wrong. Bad. Run. On a repeated play list.
Winter ignored both her instincts and Fawks and crept closer to the building.
"He's definitely out right?"
"Certainly." Tosh agreed.
Werewolf in there though. Fawks hissed.
Winter clambered up onto the drainpipes of the building and climbed up and up until she reached the small barred window. Winter looked inside, the building was empty.
Very empty, but evidence that people had been there was scattered on the floor, boxes tipped over in a rush to get out, this and that waste left behind.
"There's nothing, they must have known we were coming, they're gone." Winter said.
"Damn." Was Jack's voice over the line. "Alright, Nemo, you get back here, we'll re group."
"I'll take a look inside," Winter said, her fingers trying the window, to her delight it lifted.
Winter, no. Come back.
"I might be able to figure out where they've gone."
"Nemo, no, come here." Jack told her.
"Just a minute." Winter tugged at the bars over the open window, one dislodged leaving a gap just big enough to squeeze through.
Winter. "Nemo." was a double warning.
"There's no one here," Winter grunted, holding onto the ledge, the drop onto the floor wasn't so far down, she bent her knees on contact. And lights blared on as the same thought shared between both Fawks and Winter.
"Trap."
Reviews make me write faster