A/N: Thanks for the reviews. It's another three-person fic today- Jack, Ianto and Owen all crammed in the SUV= fun times! Oh, see if anyone can spot subtly reference to the Torchwood: Pack Animals novel too…

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'A series of disturbances across the city, all with alien traces, all leading back to this one building in the middle of nowhere.'- Captain Jack Harkness, The Torchwood Archives.

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'This had better be good, Jack, I don't like being called out this early in the morning.'

'Why? Not like you can sleep.'

'Shut up, Ianto, I thought you were supposed to be on the dead guy's side here?'

'Too much effort.'

'I'm sorry, am I not worth your time?'

'I-,'

'Stop it, you two, big business going on here, no time… And Ianto, you know if Owen punches you he won't heal.'

'That'll be a lesson learnt then.'

'It's okay, Jack, I stick to kicking these days.'

'That's a relief then, Owen, cos I've seen you kick a ball around and you're not very good…'

'Jack, do I have permission to kick Ianto and demonstrate just how good my kicking is when we get there?'

'No, not that you'd usually ask for it… I don't know where there is anyway, the energy signatures keep rippling.'

'Rippling? That's a new one.'

'I've got them all up on the map here, Jack, looks like the traces are all rippling back to the same place.'

'Where, Ianto?'

'Some old factory on the outskirts of the city.'

'Great, Nowheresville.'

'What a heart warming description, Owen.'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'Right, Tosh says she'll be ready to leave in five minutes- you need to go right here, Jack.'

'It's any excuse for a hand brake turn with you, Harkness- one day these seatbelts are going to decapitate me and you'll be left with a talking head on your hands.'

'I'd keep you in a jar.'

'Yeah, and you could man the Tourist Office; well, head it, at least. New tourist attraction.'

'Great- come see the dead head freak! Glad to see I'm so highly thought of, Ianto.'

'I thought you were a freak before you were dead, Owen.'

'If I'm a freak then what are you?'

'Uh, I'm sorry, but did you just use a primary school comeback?'

'If I just used a primary school comeback, then what did-,'

'Children, cut it out! Honestly… Ianto, what number does Tosh live at again?'

'Twelve.'

'Yeah, with the red door.'

'At least you two agree on something… I hope none of the neighbours are asleep.'

'What, why- Shit! Jack, that horn is bloody louder than a foghorn! It never used to be like that, what've you done to it?'

'Ask Ianto.'

'Didn't have the right materials to fix the brakes, so made the horn louder.'

'Fair enough.'

'And, Jack, it's just past seven… in the morning… On a Saturday. Safe to say you just woke up and severely pissed off pretty much all of Tosh's neighbours.'

'Oops, well, at least she heard we're here… Any luck getting hold of Gwen, Ianto?'

'No… I remember her saying something about going out with Rhys last night to celebrate their three month anniversary. Cause for a hangover.'

'Bollocks, that's not an excuse. I've come in with a hangover loads!'

'We'd noticed, Owen. You're just lucky that I'm such a lovely boss. Ianto, if you still can't get hold of Gwen, send her the co-ordinates when we get there.'

'Right.'

'And, Owen, move over so that Tosh can access the computer, I want her monitoring the Rift patterns we're chasing.'

'And what do I do?'

'For now? Stay quiet.'