Dr. Owen Harper

I walked around the corner and saw a room at the end of the hall. I walked up to it and knocked. It suddenly flew open. A middle aged man was standing in the door way looking me up and down.

"Who is she?" he said suddenly, "She's not dead and doesn't seem possessed so I'm not interested." He slammed the door in my face. I couldn't help but gag at the strong smell of alcohol in the air that was pushed against my face by the door.

I turned to Jack, "You hired a drunk?"

Jack shrugged, "He doesn't normally come drunk just with a hangover."

I nodded, "What's his name?"

"Owen Harper."

"Can I work with him?"

"I guess if it's part time sure." I nodded and grabbed the doorknob; it was locked. I took a bobby pin from my hair and picked the lock. I took a deep breath and kicked the door open. I stormed in and down the stairs.

"Doctor Harper how dare you slam the door in my face! I am Zorah Mitchell your new partner."

He squinted at me, "I should care why?"

"You should care because I'm not going to work with a drunk!" I looked at the collection of empty and unopened beer bottles on his desk. I walked over and picked up a bottle, "Rule number one: no alcohol in the room no exceptions, so these are going." I threw the empty ones in the trash and gave the full ones to Jack who had walked in. "Rule number two: if you have a hangover you will still treat us all with respect. I will think of more rules as I get to know you better but for now do I make myself perfectly clear?" Everyone had come into the autopsy room and was watching me yell at this drunken man who was twice the age, but not so much the size, as me.

"You know Jack," he started, "I like this kid." He looked down at me, "You have guts kid and you passed my test. How old are you?"

I put my hands on my hips, "One, I have a name. Two, what test? And three, I'm fifteen."

He laughed, "I know you have a name I just don't want to remember it right now. And I'm not really drunk I sprayed alcohol on my clothes. You are the only one to every stand up to me when I was 'drunk' like I would stand up to anyone else when they were drunk."

I raised my eyebrows, "Impressive." He was about to answer when I stopped him, "Impressive that I actually found someone with a more sick and twisted mind then me."

Gwen chuckled a bit, "You haven't seen anything yet."

Jack shot Owen a look, "And I hope she never does." Gwen and Owen burst into hysterical laugher.

"Oh please, for god sake Jack," said Owen, "She's fifteen you know I wouldn't."

Toshiko cleared her throat, "Um…I'm going to work on my translator. Good luck Zorah." She walked out and Owen rolled his eyes. I looked around at everyone I had met.

Jack spoke up, "Alright so you two can bond, and talk and stuff while we all get out of here and go home. I'll be staying but in my office."

He started walking out but was stopped by my voice. I was careful to make sure everyone else was gone before I said it, "Can you and Ianto keep quiet while you're making out tonight? I don't like listening to it."

He was about to run in but stopped, "Hey Owen, if she ever gets out of line, attack her sides. They're her worst spot."

"Jack!" he just laughed and closed the door behind him. I turned to Owen, "You even think about it I'll kick your behind to China."

He laughed, "I wouldn't, well not right now."

I nodded, "Okay, I have a question. Why did you roll your eyes when Tosh said she was leaving to work on her thing?"

He sighed, "It was something you wouldn't understand."

I raised an eyebrow, "Try me."

He sighed again, "Well, Gwen and I sort of had a thing, and Tosh at the time had been given a necklace that gave her the ability to read minds and heard everything we were thinking. We found out and eventually forgave her but she still runs away from it at every possible chance."

I raised my eyebrows again, "You slept with Gwen? No, never mind. But it's not just that, she seems like there's something else bothering her. Even when I first came in I felt something weird with her, like she feels left out."

He shrugged, "I guess she would feel a bit left out or used, she always does her best and no one ever thanks her or says good job other than Jack."

I frowned, "That's horrible, have you ever said that she's doing a good job?"

He nodded, "Every once and a while yah."

I glared at him, "Now that's horrible. You should say it to her every day; everyone should hear it at least once a day."

He shrugged again, "You're not going to make it very far in this business."

I got up and faced him, "Take that back!"

He chuckled, "Like I would do that."

I pursed my lips, shook my head, and slapped him hard. "I am not one to take any crap from some drunken idiot. Now Dr. Harper, I'm leaving and tomorrow I hope you are in a better mood because I definitely will not."

I walked out and down the hall. I kicked the door open to Jacks office and sat on the couch.

"I figure it didn't go well?"

I huffed, "That's an understatement. I have a request."

"Go on," Jack said as he sat down beside me.

"Can I work with Tosh for the other half of the day? You know half with Owen and half with Tosh so I don't go completely insane?"

He laughed, "That depends. Do you know how to hack?"

I smiled, "Let's just say I knew about torchwood before you told me."

He raised his eyebrows, "Why you little…" he didn't finish the sentence because he had already knocked me onto my back and started to tickle my sides. I screamed. "Say you're sorry."

I tried to talk but I couldn't get the words. "Jack…can't…Breathe!" He stopped and I caught my breath. "I'm sorry." He smiled and helped me back up. "I am sorry though. I knew you were hiding something and I had to figure out what it was. Mind you at first I thought you had gone crazy."

He laughed, "Well thanks, and yes you can work with Tosh."

"Thanks, I should be heading home. Mom's going to be worried sick about me, she doesn't like the idea of this job but it's my choice not hers."

He nodded, "Okay, I'll walk you home." And with that we left.