Eh, kinda took forever with this one. My apologies. Thank you to everyone who reviewed.

Chapter 4

Owen managed to make it back to his desk without causing a fuss. Probably, he concluded, because the Hub appeared to be vacant. He let his head fall back on his chair. Enjoying the silence and just in a couple of minutes he was well into falling asleep when…

"Owen?"

He had practically jumped out of his chair. He looked up to see it was only Tosh.

"Are you alright, Owen?" Tosh said with a mask of worry.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Owen said pushing himself higher up on his chair.

"Oh, I don't know," she began. "You came in late…"

"I always come in late."

"… and you've got scratches on your face…"

"It was a cat."

"… and I'm guessing you have a hangover."

"No, no hangover."

"You sure?" She asked taking a couple of steps closer to get a better look.

"Yeah."

"A cat?" Tosh said pointing at his left cheek.

Owen watched her worry about him wondering if this was her excuse to get close to him. "No," He began feeling that part of him that just wanted to run and hide show it's ugly face. "My girlfriend, she got a little out of control this morning."

Tosh's eyes went wide, feeling like a naked fool. She took a step back and nervously looked away. "Oh, your girlfriend always that nice?" She said trying to hide her own feeling by making a joke of it. "If so, I wouldn't want to meet her." As soon as it had left her mouth she had regretted it. "I mean," she said turning around and looking at Owen apologetically, "I would love to meet her, someday. I didn't really mean to… It's not like…" She trailed off at noticing Owen's bored expression.

"Was there something you wanted, Tosh?"

"No, nothing. Sorry to bug you." She said and left.

She was easy and he was invincible.

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"… Claims her place is haunted."

"Bullocks." Owen laughed out picking up a tacky clay figurine of a fat baby angel.

"Something funny, Owen?" Gwen said glaring at Owen.

"She's obviously senile." He put down the figurine only to pick another semi-naked baby up and inspected it. Gwen did her best to ignore him for the time being.

"I've been getting no rift activity." Tosh said scanning around the site.

"How about last night?" Jack asked taking his time to look around for anything out of place.

"No, nothing."

"Senile." Owen repeated moving away from the stand packed with fat babies to look at a book shell that had also suffered the same invasion.

"Found anything, Owen?" Jack said stopping by Owen and glancing at the collection.

"Unfortunately, nothing you lot would find useful." He said turning to move away only to be held back by a hand at his arm. Owen glared daggers at Jack. "The women is senile, there's nothing of interest here and I just might feel this is a waste of time. Why am I the only one who sees that?"

"Owen, we need you…" Gwen said alerted by the situation and in desperate need for damage control. Her experience with the police told her this could easily get out of control.

"Why?"

"Owen." Jack warned.

"No body, no need for me. Now, get off." Owen demanded tugging at his own arm.

Jack let go, the door slammed shut and Owen was gone.

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It wasn't long before Owen found himself sitting in a pub downing a mug of beer. Apparently the party was going to start early today.