Will Jack become friend of foe of Andy and will he be willing to throw him into the awaiting jaws of the corrupt officers?

In a matter of minutes, I found myself pinned against the wall by an irrationally irate Owen. He spat on me before his tirade began. He must have been drinking earlier, he smelt of alcohol. "Fucking around huh? Are you trying to be goddamn funny? He's bloody dead. He was shot squarely in the head after he killed me. He made the place explode with his body still inside. He can't have escaped. Yeah I'm alive, thank Jack for that." I swallowed nervously. Wait... they blew up the Pharm... Why? I looked at him, scrutinising him, and then in a calm voice I tried to reason with him. "Somehow he got out alive. God knows why he became a cop but he has and he needs to be stopped. For god sakes he is in charge of the corruption in Cardiff Police and responsible for the underbelly of Cardiff not being in jail cells." He let me go and then disappeared from view into the cryogenics area.

That's when Jack walked in, he was not happy at all to see me. "What the hell is he doing here?" Jack looked at me angrily, demanding an answer out of me. I just stood there, numb from the pure rage, and anger that I could see glinting in his eyes. He swore underneath his breathe and then turned around to Ianto and Gwen, demanding an answer.

Then I spoke, nervously at first. "I'm wanted." I stopped, suddenly to swallow, my mouth dry from nervousness. Gwen continued for me as I tried to regain my voice. "He's on the run Jack, charged with third degree murder." I sat down on an empty seat trying to order my thoughts. "I'm not sure if a warrant has been put out on me yet. I'm not guilty. I'm bloody well not. It was a set up. The proof's on the usb that I gave to Mr Jones." I interjected before Gwen could continue. I shuffled nervously, thoughts racing through my head. What will I do if he doesn't believe me? I can't go home; I'll have to hand myself in and pray to god that I'm not killed. He looked at me, eying me up and down. I'd never actually had a proper conversation with Gwen's Captain Jack Harkness, only murmurs of good morning at the tape at a crime scene. "Why?" He said simply.

I chewed on my lip, a nervous habit that I should have stopped long ago. "I'd figured out that something was wrong with the replacements sent to Cardiff after the bombing." I shivered slightly, forcing myself to regain composure and put any thought of Emrys out of my mind. She's gone; think about what's important now. Concentrate dammit. "Equipment would go missing, evidence, that sort of thing. Not to mention the way he treated the female officers." I sighed again as the time ticked over to one in the Morning on a Saturday. "I was called in to the superintendent's office this morning, but he wasn't there so I took the liberty to download all his files. It wasn't the files that got me in trouble."

Gwen interrupted me, her brow was furrowed, and a small amount of guilt could be detected in her voice. "If it wasn't the files then what the hell was it?" I sighed, rubbing my eyes, trying to articulate an answer that would possibly make sense. "He was dirty Gwen. There were paper bags full of cash and cheques; one was made at three. 3am! Three hours before I set foot in the station. "They were for thousands of pounds. He had just left them there. He was corrupt as they come."

I shook my head angrily as Jack's eyes glazed over as if he were in deep thought. "That's when he decided to walk in. Baddabing, baddaboom he set me up with false charges and sacked me, trying to make me go far away and ruining my reputation. He was trying to silence me for good. I didn't know who else to call... with her working for a secret agency and all." I held my breath waiting for an answer.

Ianto and Gwen looked on sympathetically whilst Owen had, quite rudely walked off, quite uninterested in my story and had resumed doing an autopsy on a grotesque looking well... thing. It was now certain in my mind that Owen had once shagged Gwen. That bastard. Asshole. Home wrecker. That, in my mind made him a giant asshole and I promised myself to strive to make everything as hard as I possibly can for him. I returned my gaze to Jack. I had no clue to what he was thinking and that unnerved me. What's he going to do? Bollocks. He's going to send me packing isn't he? Jack opened his mouth to speak.

Jack's voice was devoid of any sympathy or emotion, which I had expected to some degree. "You can stay, for now." I sighed relieved. He continued intent on stating the rules and the blatantly obvious. "Stay away from all computers and equipment otherwise you'll be out there as quickly as you were slapped with that charge." I chewed on my lip harder, my head bobbing up and down in agreement. "Yes sir. Absolutely." Ianto, who had disappeared from my view only moments early handed me a coffee. "Skim with three sugars? He asked smiling a little. I raised an eyebrow, slightly shocked. "Did Gwen tell you?" Ianto nodded his head, amused as I began to sip that deliciousness that was the Coffee King's cuppa.

Moments after I had finished the coffee, my shoulders sagged as I was overcome with tiredness. I murmured my goodnights and thanks to everyone. Besides Owen. I slowly made my way to my makeshift bed that had been made for me. The moment I laid my head down, I became unconscious since Ianto had cleverly slipped a sleeping pill, but not retcon since Jack thought against it, into his coffee.