Well lovely readers, this is my Xmas present to you, enjoy!
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Chapter 3 is nearly ready, it is in editing stages, so you should have it before Xmas!
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FlowerPetalsToTheWind

Jack frowned at the vehicle. He was tempted to go over and analyse it in a bit more detail. He quickly glanced around him to check that he could do it inconspicuously. No one gave him a second glance, so he walked quickly over to the SUV. He looked carefully around the familiar car. The side of the windscreen held bars that looked suspiciously like fibre optic lights, as did the back and the sides. The windows were tinted black so he couldn't see anything inside, only perhaps silhouettes of the seats. Jack put his hand on the bonnet and closed his eyes. He walked slowly up the car, his hand still rested on the side of the bonnet until he met grooves in the body work. He traced the letters with his finger. Once he had traced upwards he traced the letters back down so that it was the right way round, T-O-R-C-H-W-O-O-D. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of the word blazoned proudly on the side of the bonnet. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. The vehicle looked maintained and in use. But the last he saw of it, it had been taken by joy-riders. A little confused, Jack headed into the police station.

Yawning widely, Gwen put her pen down. The whole morning had been spent on paper work. She needed a break. Carefully locking the office door behind her in case anyone were to accidentally enter in her absence, which wouldn't be a good thing, Gwen headed upstairs for some fresh air and natural light. Her office, on her request was in the basement of

the police station, so she was rarely disturbed and it was highly unlikely to be stumbled upon by unwanted visitors. For a long while now, she had not appreciated company at work. Her assistant, Lois was her only visitor and she didn't mind. Her life was her family now. She had learnt that friends brought nothing but sadness and grief. Gwen had had entirely enough sadness and grief for a lifetime. She reached the ground level. She decided to go get her own coffee and have a break. She left a message at the front desk for Lois if she returned before Gwen herself did. As Gwen left, reading a new report she was going to finish while she was in the coffee shop, she heard faintly a voice from memory, an American accent that held a clever tone. She shook her head. She had been reminiscing about Torchwood for far too long, she could even hear Jack's voice reverberate back to her now. Gwen continued walking, looking forward to a hot fresh coffee.

Jack looked around the large main hall of the police station. He turned 360 degrees slowly. While his back was turned, Torchwood's new leader walked past concentrating on a report in her hand. He went up to the front desk and asked about Torchwood's new location. As he found with most receptionists, the attractive red-head in front of him was giving him the usual jargon of not knowing and if she did, she would not be able to give out that piece of information. Jack smiled charmingly and moved closer towards the receptionist. She smiled back sweetly and repeated her last statement. He continued to smile back and flirtatiously asked, "But if you did know, and by looking at your bright, intelligent eyes, you do, you wouldn't tell me correct?"

"That is correct." She answered, refusing to budge.

"But if I told you that my name is Captain Jack Harkness, would that make me authorised to know the new location of Torchwood?" He asked,

"According to my records, Captain Jack Harkness was reported dead a few years ago. And even if he were alive, and you were him, you would still not be authorised to know, that if Torchwood still even existed, where it was located, or even who was running it. Now if you do not remove yourself from this desk, I will call security and have you forcefully removed." She smiled sweetly. Jack stood back.

"Fine, thanks for your help." He winked with his remaining dignity and left. Receptionists had toughened since he last had to charm one. Or was his charm wearing off? No that wasn't possible. It was definitely the receptionists.

However, Jack of all people knew there was more than one way to skin a cat. He wandered out of the building under the watchful eye of the red-head. He waited for about half an hour. He then dared to look back into the police station. The receptionist had gone, assumingly on a break or finished her shift. The new receptionist was a young man, who looked rather inexperienced. So Jack walked confidently up to the desk and asked the man the same question. "Uh, are you Mr. Jack Harkness?" he asked attentively,

"Captain, yes." Jack corrected.

"I've been told to call security if you come back." The young man then continued. Jack's smile faltered; damn that red-head was good.

"No need to do that, I was only asking. If you can't tell me, you can't tell me." Jack smiled. The man smiled back shyly. "I just have to see an old friend, is PC Andy Davidson available?" Jack asked,

"Oh yes, Andy will be upstairs doing paperwork today." The young man looked pleased to be able to help. He gave Jack directions.

"Thanks." Jack winked, and the young man blushed and went back to looking at his computer. "Still got it." Jack said to himself on his way upstairs.

Jack knocked and entered before waiting for an answer. Andy was sitting at a desk looking a little haggard with all the paperwork surrounding him. He looked up when Jack entered. "Oh my God." Was the only thing Andy managed to say. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He followed with.

"Hi PC Andy, nice to see you too." Jack replied smoothly. "PC Cooper about?" he asked casually.

"Mrs Williams doesn't work here any more." Andy answered.

"Oh really? What she doing nowadays?"

"She got promoted, so you won't find her here." Andy was purposefully being vague. "And if she wanted you to know what she was doing, wouldn't she have told you herself?" Andy grinned.

"She probably will when I find her. But I need to do the finding part first." Jack replied.

"Have you ever thought she might not want to be found? Especially by you?" Andy asked.

"Of course she wants me to find her. What would she do without me?" Jack said confidently.

"Perhaps do well for herself and not be living in your shadow and ego?" Andy answered.

"Ouch, that hurt a little." Jack said sarcastically. "Look, I saw my car outside and there is only one person who could be driving it, so just tell me where she is." Jack said.

"Oh that's your car is it? Last time I checked, that SUV had Torchwood written on it, and you don't work for Torchwood anymore, so it's not really yours is it?" Andy said smugly.

"I AM Torchwood. Now where's Gwen?" Jack was losing his patience now. Andy could tell but he wasn't going to give up.

"Look, I'm not Gwen's keeper; how the bloody hell should I know where she is?" Andy tried to look innocent.

"You may not be her keeper, but you're pretty much her stalker, so spill." Jack shot back.

"Ouch that hurt a little too." Andy avoided the question.

"Andy." Jack said with a threatening tone.

"Probably out getting coffee?" Andy said with little conviction. Jack sighed,

Jack raised an eyebrow suspiciously. He held Andy's gaze for a few moments, waiting for Andy to back down. But Andy continued to just sit there and smile. Reluctantly defeated, though he would never admit it, Jack stormed out. Andy leant back in his chair grinning. He did in fact know that about this time Gwen really was out getting coffee, had in fact not lied at all and Jack still was none the wiser.

"If that man could run special ops then I could be bloody Prime Minister." Andy said to himself chuckling and carrying on with his mounted paperwork.

Gwen sipped the hot coffee, still reading through the report on a rather complicated piece of alien tech that had drifted ashore off the quay last week. She hardly understood the techno babble that Lois had included but her thoughts drifted to her son, wondering how much of it he would understand and worried that it might be more than perhaps he should. She sighed and put the report down. Instead she cupped the steaming mug and breathed the scent of the freshly made coffee in and it instantly made her feel a little better. How could so much be going on in her life? It was supposed to be getting better but stress after stress insisted on coming her way. As if to make matters worse as she stared out of the coffee shop window. She saw a ghost. The long dark RAF coat and the man in it were striding along the street as if looking for something. Instinctively Gwen ducked down as who appeared to be Jack Harkness wandered past. After he had gone past the window by a few metres, she got up again. She looked around and found a couple of other customers staring at her. She smiled and turned back towards her work, flicking her hair in front of her face so she couldn't see those who had continued to stare. But her mind was no longer on the alien tech, not even on Jay, but on the ghost, who had walked past, Jack Harkness wasn't back, it wasn't possible. He'd vanished. Into the sky! He was gone for good. For God's sake, he'd been declared dead! Gwen had truly believed that he wasn't coming back. She peered out the window. But she could no longer see him. She sat back in her chair and took a few deep breaths. "Right, that is certainly enough of a break, I'm starting to dream!" Gwen mumbled to herself. She headed back to work but couldn't help but look behind her every few minutes, with that prickly feeling on the back of her neck, the sense of being followed. Gwen did not like the feeling of not being in control. It was all Jack Harkness' fault. She quickened her pace, wanting to hurry even more to get back to work.

When she finally arrived back, Bee, the lovely flame haired receptionist called her over. "Gwen! I'm glad you're back. There's been a man hanging around all day looking for you, also wanting to know about Torchwood."

"Did he leave a name?" Gwen felt she knew and feared the answer,

"He reckoned his name was Jack Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness. But that's impossible isn't it? Records say he's dead." Bee said cautiously. Gwen smiled.

"Yeah, he's dead, could be any nutter, couldn't it? Saw the SUV, just wanted to try and find something." She laughed nervously.

"Well he looked very much like the profile picture." Bee said also very nervously.

"Bee, there are antique shops and shops that sell hair dye all over Wales." Gwen smiled. Bee didn't look very convinced so Gwen changed the subject, "Lois back?"

"Uh, yeah, she's down in your office." Bee answered.

"Ok, thanks. Don't worry about it Bee, I get it all the time." Gwen tried to sound convincing. Bee tried to smile back before continuing with her work. Gwen's smile also dropped quickly and she tried her hardest to not run all the way back to her office. She finally reached the door let herself in and shut the door leaning against it with a sigh. Lois looked up a little startled. Gwen looked grim, "Jack's back."