They Keep Killing Suzie.
Gwen was always keeping an eye on the investigations Torchwood was involved in. The last one being the murders of Alex Arwyn and Mark and Sara Briscoe. What had called Gwen's attention were the reports of the writing at the Briscoe's. Torchwood, written in blood. Her boss was always complaining that Detective Swanson only talked about them, making them more important and annoying that they already were.
Gwen didn't think they were annoying. She knew they'd saved Cardiff multiple times, and she knew that they genuinely cared about everyone in the city, and they didn't do it just for the fame. Though those who said the contrary were really stupid, or at least Gwen thought so, because why would they do it for the fame but keep their organisation secret? Although they weren't really good with the whole secrecy thing… Maybe they did it on purpose? So people would find out anyway?
Gwen shook her head. She couldn't think like that. Jack and Lucy had been nice to her after all, and she knew it wasn't as if they wanted to be famous. At least it didn't look that way to her.
"Gwen? Gwen!" Andy snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Yes, Andy, what's wrong?" She asked, forcing herself out of her thoughts.
"Are you coming or are you leaving me to deal with the robbery alone?" Andy asked. Gwen forced herself to remember the details. Some group had robbed a little shop and now they were left to deal with the afermath. She hated it, and she knew Andy did too, but she couldn't let him deal with it on his own. She nodded.
"I'm coming."