Gwen always found it strange walking back into her previous place of work. She always did it with a hint of dread about her, hoping that everyone she used to work with wouldn't walk around the corner and start asking questions about her new job. Fortunately, she saw as she slipped in the door, Glynn who she had never been great friends with stood behind the front desk with a face like sour cream.
"Hi ya Glynn." She greeted as cheerfully as she could muster. Miserable old bastard just mumbled back at her. "Is Andy Davison in?"
Glynn started to mumble again. She didn't really have the time for this, but Glynn had that effect on people. She supposed she could just get Andy on his mobile. But somehow the gods of Police Constabulary smiled down on her as she heard her old partners voice call down the stairs to her.
"Hello Gwen, " he stooped as he climbed down the stairs towards her, then passed her almost impolitely. "What do you want?"
"What makes you think I want anything?" She smiled, getting the feeling Andy was not in a great mood.
"Well," He paused, dumping a pile of forms three inches thick on the front desk, and started signing them furiously, then handing them over to Glynn. "Well, you never come by for just a chat so-"
"O.K. I need your help."
His signature became less and less formed with every piece of paper. His patience seemed less the dryer the pen got as well. "Oh there's a surprise."
"I need to talk to you about a missing person."
He looked up at her incredulously. "Oh, now you want to talk to me about missing persons. I try to talk to you about this Bevan kid and you don't want to know-"
"Andy."
There came a sigh with a touch of furious about it. She was different since working for Torchwood. She seemed to care less about- well everything. "I'm busy Gwen. Bloody paperwork. Spend more time doing this then actual policing."
"It's one of my team."
He paused. His pen had run out anyway. "Which one of them?"
"Ianto."
He racked his brain. Trying to remember which one he was. "Oh right. Nice suit. Touchy feely with The Captain."
"Yeah." She replied shortly, not liking that Ianto only seemed to be identifiable by a suit and Jack.
"Got a picture?"
She handed it over. He looked better in the photo than when Andy had last seen him. He was well shaved and his suit was sharper than flying glass. Andy hadn't realised how young he was until he looked at the picture. "How long's he been missing."
Gwen sighed and slightly darted her eyes towards Glenn before she revealed her next sentence. "About fourteen hours."
Andy grasped her by the arm and pulled her out of Glenn's range of hearing, somehow already knowing he was going to have to bend the rules for her. "Gwen, you know we can't start looking until 24 hours. Unless you think he's in immediate danger."
She considered, then let Andy in on what information she had. "His front door was left open, he doesn't have his keys, wallet or mobile and his cars still parked outside his address."
Thinking about it for a moment, Andy managed to rather foolishly say what he was thinking again. "That's a bit weird. He didn't jump into the bay?"
"ANDY!"
He raised his hands to defend his statement, and his person if necessary. "Just thinking out loud."
She tried not to sound impatient, but she wanted to get this sorted. She wanted to know Ianto was safe and for Jack to not be back at the hub out of his mind with worry. "Can you check the cells?"
He smiled and nodded a little reluctantly. He'd do anything for her. Anything for that smile with gorgeous green eyes. What was she marrying Rhys for anyway?
"What about public sightings?"
"I'll check them. " He nodded again. She was asking for a lot. Of course, there was always one more thing. Typical bloody women.
"Could you put an alert out on him?"
His patience cracked. "We do have a city to police Gwen."
"Andy-"
Those eyes. She only did it to him because she knew she could get away with it. He was sure of it. "Alright. I'll see what I can do."
He crossed to behind the desk and got the cell keys and cards. "And you can help me check the cells. And you owe me a favour." He wished she wouldn't smile at him. She knew that smile made him very soft on her. "The things I do for you Gwen Cooper."
