Notes!: Woo! THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!! AND THE ALERTS AND THE LURKING AND EVERYTHING! * hugs * I have to lay off the CAPS now. Special thanks go out for my Beta. He always amazes me. SHORT CHAPTER BUT I AM UPDATING FASTER YEA?

Being Torchwood.

"Remind me to get some clean clothes." Gwen whispered to Owen as she tugged on her shirt. The hotel cleaners had cleaned all their clothes as they waited in bathrobes but the detergent that was used made Gwen itch. Owen just shook his head, he felt ok even if they were dirty, he wouldn't complain.

"What can I do for you ma'am?" The Bristol police desk officer greeted the two strangers that had come through the station door. Gwen rubbed her neck as she leaned on the station desk.

"Gwen Cooper. Torchwood. Cardiff. I need to look through your archives." Gwen stated as she showed off her credentials. She loved to do that and show off.

"What, this is just an ID for something that… Torchwood, eh?" The desk officer never heard of such a thing. A uniformed man had stopped by the desk and listened to the woman speak. She was special. He kept looking at her like she was meat. He took a deep breath and could smell every inch. Even her cheap shampoo. He took his hat off as he set it on the table and looked at the two, mostly at the woman.

"I will take it from here. Sergeant William Herrick. Come, step into my office. I think you want to keep a low profile on this Torchwood. And yourself. Many young officers here." He grinned as he was ever so charming. Gwen smiled as she warmed up to him. Every vampire skill was to lure in prey and he was one of the best. Owen grunted a bit as he obviously could see the flirting going on between them.

"It is standard routine for you to check in your weapons if you have any and..." The officer at the desk spoke as Herrick raised his hand.

"It is alright. We are on the same team here. Besides, I think she means us no harm." Herrick spoke as he winked at Gwen as he led them to his office.

"Should I leave you two alone? Be gentle, he is elderly." Owen whispered to Gwen as she gave him a look.

"He is being polite. And he is not that old. You look older then he does."

"Oi. Sure. Right, then if I see a bulge in his pants, he was just having a nice day." Owen whispered as they walked into the small private office and sat down in front of his own private desk.

"So you want to look through the archives. Is there anything you are looking for in particular?" Herrick sat back on his chair as he watched the two.

"Official business." Owen stated as he leaned back on the chair and placed his hand on his chin. "Official Torchwood business. I could get you a clearance code so we can skip this small conversation and go through our investigation."

"Alright. Archives are on the upper level, the lift is on the right side. But I could help you narrow down the search. The reports are taken by hand and stored in boxes by case. The Archivist soon transfers all that paperwork into the system. I'd say she's just about done with last years false alarm cases." Herrick shrugged as he stood up and opened the door. Gwen gave Owen a look. Owen shook his head, he knew that look. 'Should we trust him' look. NO! Not when his intention was to get in her pants. Owen gave that look back as he shook his head. But Gwen squinted her eyes.

"We need reports of a monster in Bristol. We found the report there in the system but need the actual accounts. We believe it attacked last night." Gwen confided in him the reason they were there. He was an officer of the law, he could help.

"You think the public should know?" Herrick went into officer mode now. He had to act like he cared.

"No, it will only cause panic and we really just need to narrow it down to a certain area. Last night it was spotted in the woods. Other reports have it some places else but we need to see if there is a pattern." Gwen needed the pieces of this puzzle. If they could find a route this monster is taking, she could predict its next move.

"I can help. Let's go." Herrick opened the door as he let Gwen pass.

"Such a gentleman." Owen mumbled as he went through as Herrick almost hissed at Owen. Herrick could feel his eyes turn fully black. He hated this Owen. Gwen would be turned into a vampire when the war takes place. Owen, he will be the cattle. We gotta eat sometime. Herrick thought as he led the way to the lift.

"So Torchwood, deals with monsters?" Herrick spoke to Gwen, trying to figure everything about her and what the deal was with her being here.

"You could say that." Gwen replied as she got an elbow from Owen.

"It's like the police. You have your department. We have ours. Sometimes we come over and take over. And all you do is let us by." The lift opened as Owen was the first one out the door.

"I know I am asking a lot of questions but I sure would like to help in any way I can. Reports you are talking about are common here. And it is something our department cannot be bothered to look into. With the budget cuts and more important situations going on, reports of the closet monsters is something we just do not do." Herrick seemed to apologize for his nature as he leaned in at Gwen and took her hand. He placed a kiss on the hand as he led her out of the lift.

"I know what it is to ask questions. I was PC Gwen Cooper once." She grins as she gets led into the archives were Owen was already standing in.

"Ianto would have a fit at this place. Is anything organized here at all?" Owen looked at the place. There were boxes piled up on the floor and file cabinets that seemed very full.

"Actually it is. Come to think about it, it's about the best there is considering the amount of paperwork that comes in here every day and not to mention that everything is sorted by case date and courts come in looking for cases to go over without any problem. I am sure a civilian like yourself who can open and shut a phone book can easily maneuver himself around here." A woman spoke directly behind Owen. She pushed her glasses up as she went to her desk.

"Meet Margeritte Allisstone. Archivist. This is, well… Torchwood." Herrick introduced them as he heard Gwen laugh. The look on Owens' face was classic. He didn't know what to say to the archivist. Herrick leaned in closer to Gwen. She laughed at her colleague. This was going to be easy to win her over. If she knew anything about the war that was about to take place between the vampires and the humans... then she would be converted.

Ianto had found a file on a couple who had reported something in the woods as they drove home when he felt it. His head was spinning as felt like he was about to pass out. He felt he was outside his own body and even could feel the hairs on his arms start to stand on end. He hated being in these clothes. A Bristol T shirt and cargo pants were not at all comfortable. He shut down the mini computer and stored it back in its compartment. He needed fresh air. Sunlight. Anything.

His ears starting to ring as it seemed everything was amplified. He swore he could hear a faint whistle a few miles down. He took off his comm unit as listening to the conversation inside became a shouting match to his mind. Everything was just too loud now.

Ianto stepped out of the SUV and felt the gentle rain hit his face. The wet air smelled so fresh. He took in a couple of breaths as he started to feel better. His ankles stung as he put weight on them but he could handle the minor pain. Ianto expected the pain as Owen had to stitch some of the areas. What he wasn't expecting was the hard blow that came from behind.

Oh I just had to give William Herrick a chapter on his own. He is just so evil! Plus a little snapshot of Ianto's senses changing. Reviews are welcomed!!!