Owen thumped the alarm clock. Work started in an hour, Crys was currently occupying the shower so there was no reason to get out of bed. He checked his phone, still no word. He had the Retcon in his pocket, just in case. He'd hate to do it; he'd had a good night, but…
The shower cut out and the Crys walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel that left very little to the imagination. Not that he need much imagination now. She smirked at him and winked as she wandered round the room collecting scattered items of clothing. Their weapons were in a neat pile where they could easily be grabbed but clothes had gone every which way.
Crys was pulling her shirt out from behind a chest of drawers wher her mobile rang. It took her a moment to locate the phone; given that it was currently under Owen's bed. Picking up the phone she didn't recognise the number but she answered anyway.
"Crys," The voice was American and annoying perky for this hour of the morning.
"Jack." Her voice was flat, this was her method of coping with the early hour on not enough sleep. She had long since grown used to rising whenever her employer demanded.
"I've called to make you a job offer. Are you interested?" He paused for a second then added. "Mark Hallem is deceased." Crys didn't quite know what to say, he obviously knew who and what she was but…
"Really?" She had to be dreaming.
"Yes, we could use you here. Hammy has all ready agreed." Crys managed some coherent thought. Jack may know what he was getting himself into by hiring her but she wasn't entirely sure that she did.
"Okay then."
"Great. Have Owen bring you in them. I'll see you in 48 minutes." The call cut off Crys looked at the now blank screen and then looked over at Owen who was still mostly in bed with delightfully disarranged hair.
"It looks like we're going to be colleges." Owen smirked but whatever he going to sat was cut off by his phone beeping. He quickly flipped to the message display.
Crys joining Torchwood. See you in 46 minutes. J Owen cursed, once again time had gotten away from him and he was on the verge of being late.
"I'm gonna hit the shower. We'll grab coffee on the way in. Bread and toaster are on the side in the kitchen." Crys nodded. That Retcon could stay in his pocket and she never need know he had it.
Despite the stop for coffee they made it to work with 2.5 minutes to do to Jack's apparent amusement and Gwen's seeming annoyance.