Jack didn't know what to do. He wanted to go and comfort the Doctor but he stayed away from the terrified Time Lord. His next step would have been to drink whiskey and forget, it was too early in the day for that though. Plus he had a job to do. He didn't feel like working on anything but the Doctor's case. He had Gwen working on the information and tapes she had gathered from the bar. As much as he wanted to help her, he didn't want them to think he had tampered with the evidence since the Doctor had all ready accused him of being the one who hurt him. So he left Gwen to go through the tapes and records while he had Martha sort through the evidence collected in the room. Needing to make sure the Doctor was all right he went to the autopsy room. His blood went cold when he saw the bed empty. He went down the stairs opening the door to the lab slowly, Martha was hunched over her microscope working quietly.
"Where is he?" Jack asked her. He was worried the Doctor had decided to leave. The last thing the Time Lord needed to do was leave on his own. If he was hurt again, Jack would never forgive himself.
"He is sleeping on the couch in the conference room. I asked Mickey to keep an eye on him," Martha explained without looking up. "I have work to do. I've started the process on the blood and semen samples so that we can get a DNA sample on them."
"How soon will you know anything?" Jack questioned her.
"If I work through the night I should have answers as early as tomorrow," Martha answered him.
"Can you make it sooner?" Jack wondered as he was desperate to find out who hurt the Doctor. He sat down in the chair beside her.
"If I had the TARDIS maybe, but I am not going to ask the Doctor where she is parked and risk him running. He needs time to rest and feel safe again," Martha explained. She was just as worried about the Doctor. Seeing the hyperactive Time Lord sit there quietly and then sleep in front of her was a testament to how bad he was feeling. She couldn't remember if she ever actually saw him sleep before today as his eyes were always open when she entered the room.
"I always dreamed that he would come here again, even if he just needed our help to save the universe. I never imagined that he would be so broken that he just wanted to hide in his sleep. Even the Master, as horrible as he was, never violated the Doctor in such a way," Jack voice was soft as he spoke to Martha. He had watched the Master torture the Doctor during the year that never was, as he was helpless to stop he. He had seen the Doctor sleep though, both of them only close enough to each other that he could touch the Doctor's fingertips with his own. Once or twice he even held the Doctor gently after the Master had beat him almost to death. At least then he was allowed to comfort the Time Lord, not be seen as the man who hurt him. He stood up again and went to the CCTV. Flicking it on he saw the Doctor sleeping peacefully on the couch. He was curled on his side, with only the top of his head sticking out of the blanket.
"Sir," Ianto said, interrupting his thoughts.
"What is it Ianto," He snapped harsher then he meant to.
"I have just received word that the police reported a weevil attack in a residential area," Ianto informed him. He was slightly taken aback by Jack's harsh tone, but had been warned by Mickey what happened.
"Was anyone killed?" Jack asked, not wanting to get involved. If the person was alive they would just be taken to the hospital where they would be told it was an animal attack by the medics who were unaware weevils existed.
"No, but it wasn't a regular attack sir. Andy says that residents reported a black van pulling into the neighborhood about 7am. A man got out of the van and then opened the back releasing almost a dozen of the weevils," Ianto reported. Jack swore under his breath. How the man had managed to capture the weevils was beyond Jack as they normally attacked anyone who entered their habitat. Jack hated going into the sewers and caves after artifacts as he knew that he would end up dead.
"Did they give a description of the man?" Jack wondered.
"They did. They said he looked to be about six feet tall in his late thirties with brown hair and blue eyes," Ianto informed Jack. Ianto stared at Jack as he spoke.
"I was here," Jack snapped at Ianto. First he was being blamed for the Doctor and now the weevil attack. He knew it made him sound paranoid but someone was out to get him.
"I never said you weren't sir," Ianto held up his hands in defense. Jack sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair. He really wanted that drink of whiskey.
"Go to the scene and found out exactly what happened. I want the person responsible caught and brought back here so I can interrogate them personally," Jack seethed. He kicked the chair nearest to him, knocking it over. It didn't make him feel better. In fact he was still angry but now his foot hurt. Straightening the chair up, he sat down hard.
"Sir, Andy recognized your description. They are going to ask for your arrest as several people were injured by the weevil," Ianto told Jack, unphased by Jack's display of anger.
"Then tell them I have all ready been arrested and am being held in Torchwood's cells, because I am not going any where until we found out who is framing me," Jack hissed at Ianto.
"Sir," Ianto started.
"Go," Jack practically yelled at him. Ianto hurried towards the exit, grabbing his coat along the way. Jack saw Mickey looking at him, but Mickey didn't say anything as he headed down to the labs. Jack watched the monitor. He had been finally getting his life together again. He had a steady boyfriend, a good team and someone was trying to take it away from him. They obviously didn't know him that well as he wasn't going to go down without a fight.