Hi I was going to take a break, but I really have nothing else to do at the moment well until tomorrow. I'm now on school holidays which is really cool so. So here is chapter twenty one. Sorry that it's short but it more to explain why Jack was called by Detective Swanson. Chapter 22 is going to reveal the reason how the kidnapper was able to make the camera go black when he kidnapped the other three men. I know that it's going to have you all excited!

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood as it is owned by the BBC. I also do not own the song "Creep" by Radiohead which Peter hears in his head in this chapter. It was of course written by Thom Yorke who is of course the lead singer.

Chapter Twenty One

Getting in Trouble

Jack walked to his office and over to his desk. Why was Detective Swanson calling him now? Maybe she had information that would help them in their investigation. No way! She would have got someone else to ring them he thought as he hesitated to pick up the phone. Maybe there was something else that was she wanted to discuss with him but what? He finally picked up the phone and answered.

"How lovely to hear from you, Detective Swanson" he said being his usual self.

"Yeah well I had to call you. Something has come up" her bitter tone answered

"Ok I'm listening!"

"We received a call from a woman from Martin Street. It seems that she and her husband saw you and one of your colleagues carrying the unconscious body of her neighbour Peter Clarkson" she explained like she was reading from a piece of paper.

Oh shit he thought now I have to explain myself to Detective Swanson. He wasn't sure if he should tell her the truth or not.

"If she did tell you, my friend Ianto told her why we were carrying his body" He said quite angry.

"She did say that but she didn't believe you. It seems that she knows what this guy is really like and apparently never gets drunk at home or has much friends over for parties or whatever" She said quite firm.

"Ok if I do tell you the truth. Do you promise not to charge me or whatever?" He asked

"Yes, but this better be good"

"You know how we are investigating the disappearances of those three men well..." He began and then proceeded to tell the story.

"So let me get this straight. You found a note from the kidnapper telling you that Peter was the real person he was after, you then slept with him, slipped a sleeping pill into his coffee and carried him to your SUV in order to protect him? Are you expecting me to believe all of this?" She said as he finished his story

"Not really but it's the truth" He explained

"If I find out that you are not telling the truth, then you will be the staying the night in a police cell" She said before slamming down the phone.

Jack smiled to himself as he hung up the phone. Now that's what I call a close call he thought as he walked back to the cells.

"So what did the detective want?" I asked as Jack stopped in front of the glass door of the cell.

"It seems that your neighbour did call the police after we explained to her why Ianto and I were carrying your unconscious body at ten o'clock in the morning" He explained to both of us. Ianto was still standing outside my cell but was checking on the weevils.

"So you bumped into Kate then?" I smiled "She's a photographer for the local newspaper, so I'm not surprised. She's really suspicious" I added.

"Well yeah. She's knows you well" He answered. "She didn't believe your explanation" he told Ianto.

"As I said before sir, it just came to me" Ianto shrugged and left the cells.

Jack and I were now alone as I heard Ianto descend up the stairs. We stood there facing each other through the glass door. I didn't know what to say to him. I was still pretty angry with him but not enough to actually want to kill him. As I stood there I wanted to slap him on the cheek then hug and kiss him. To feel his sweet lips on mine would fully drive away my anger.

"So, what did you slip into my coffee?" I asked him to break the silence.

"A sleeping pill that I found in your bathroom. Do you have trouble sleeping?"

"I used to but I found out another way from helping me get to sleep. You see I was hearing voices but that stopped..." I stopped before I said anything more.

"Voices huh?"

"As I said they stopped a few days ago" I smiled.

"When did they start?" He asked. He seemed to be quite interested.

"Well they started about five months ago; it would start while I was in bed around midnight. But I found out on the night that you found me who was causing the voices" I told him.

"What, an actual person was the cause of your voices?"

"Yeah, a rift thief to be exact" I pulled out the circular object that was in my jeans. "I realised it was still in my pocket when I was taking to Ianto"

"What the hell is that?" he asked me

"I don't know but I've actually forgotten what he told me" I answered. "Do you want to take it off me?"

"No you keep it. I'll take it off you later though" He smiled.

I nodded and put the object back into my pocket.

"So when will I be able to go home?" I asked him

"When we found out who the kidnapper is, found out where he kept the other men and why he wanted to kidnap them in the first place" He answered.

"So that answer would probably be like a week, which might turned into months which in turn might turn into years" I said "So the real answer is you don't know"

"Peter! Listen to me. Normally our investigations end up being solved in a few days. This investigation has really puzzled us. So I'm sorry alright!" He yelled.

"Alright you don't have to yell. I'm sorry but when I normally sleep with someone. They don't end up drugging me and imprison me in a cell" I yelled back with tears in my eyes.

We looked at each other. Something had clicked in both our brains. That everything wasn't fine between us now in that room of cells. That I wasn't completely accepting of what he did to me and why he had done it. I went over to the brick wall, sat down with my back against it and started to cry. My head was in my hands as I tried to hide my tears from Jack. I didn't need his sympathy. I just wanted to be alone. I heard a beep as the door opened; I heard footsteps as Jack walked over to me. He sat down next to me and softy put my head against his chest and started to stroke my hair. I could hear him make soothing noises as the tears fell down my cheeks. We sat there for the next few minutes as I heard in my head the lyrics to a song I hadn't heard for a while...

But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here

God! Please help Jack to find the kidnapper! I prayed in my head.

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