"Let me do it, let me do it!" Reanne insisted, grabbing the phone and the number, typing it into the phone and pressing the call button. "Oh, it's ringing! Wait, do they speak English? Shoot, what if they don't?"
"Yes they will, Reanne. Don't worry so much. They are in Cardiff. They speak English in Cardiff," Sarge reassured her, fiddling with a clicking pen on his desk. He watched her anxiously holding the phone.
"Anerchiadau, Torchwood 'n dri Ianto Jones yn areithio. Fel alla chyfnertha?" Ianto cradled the phone on his shoulder as he put fresh grounds in the coffee pot.
Reanne mouthed Welsh at Sarge, who just ushered her on. "Uh, Da bore. Torchwood Chwech yn areithio bacia. Reanne Blanc yn areithio. Gobeithiwn at ddweud wrth Capten Jack Harkness blesio. Dydy eithaf 'n bwysig. A gyda llaw , 'ch re lais ydy 'n orwych!" Reanne replied, giving a thumbs up sign to Sarge, who rolled his eyes.
There was quiet on the other end of the line as Ianto almost dropped the metal scoop he was holding. "I'll just see if he's in then. And thank you?" This was followed by the sound of someone holding the phone to fabric and a few muffled words, some of which very closely resembled "not right now", but Reanne couldn't be sure. "Right, he's here."
"Merci beaucoup. I mean, uh, thanks a lot," Reanne said, giving Sarge a worried look. She was going to end up talking to the leader, and heck was she nervous about it. "You're a great help, Ianto Jones."
"Harkness here. You are?" His words were clipped and precise, as if he had no time to fool around.
"Oh, I see someone's very stressy today!" Reanne said, then the phone was taken out of her hand by Sarge. "Sarge! That's so unfair! You're really mean, did you know that?" Sarge just gave her a look and held the phone to his ear.
"Sorry, Reanne needs to learn to hold her tongue. This is Sergeant L.S. Thompson speaking, from Torchwood Six," Sarge said in his very formal tone, sounding very much like he hadn't got the time to mess around either.
"Torchwood Six? Uh, there is no Torchwood Six. We only go up to five." Hand covered the mouthpiece. More whispers. "How did you get this number?"
Sarge rolled his eyes. "Captain Jack Harkness, even you can't be that blind to see that you have been told about there being Torchwood Six a number of times. For example, every single Torchwood knows about us except yours. And I have all the numbers," Sarge replied sharply.
"I'm going to need those then."
"I don't think so, Captain. You may want them, but you sure do not need them. And if you continue to be so guarded towards me, I will-" Sarge was cut off by Reanne grabbing the phone off of him.
"Listen here, Jack. You may not believe us, but we exist. Tough luck. And you can't have our numbers, because you should be able to find them yourself. Now, how about you stop acting like a complete jerk and actually listen to what we have to say?" Reanne snapped at him.
The man on the other end of the line cleared his throat. "I like that. Forceful. What do you and Sergeant Thompson need?" Reanne could hear the flirt in his voice.
Reanne found herself smiling slightly at the response. Sarge just sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well, we need you and your team to meet up with the rest of the Torchwood's to have a meeting about the Transbreeders," Reanne said, her voice still holding a slight steel edge.
"Transbreeders? Those are harmless - aren't they?" Jack was concerned now. This wasn't the first incident as of late that a normal docile creature acted out of character.
"That's the whole point, Jack. They aren't acting harmless. We've had injuries and deaths all over Paris, and one of our members was recently injured due to one. That's why we need to talk. Something's happening. Something bad," Reanne replied, sitting on Sarge's desk, swinging her feet back and forth.
"Paris huh?" Jack gave a wave to let Ianto know everything was fine and he was excused before continuing. "Always wanted to go there. What's it like this time of year?"
Reanne walked over to the window, looking down on the busy streets of Paris. "Well, at the moment le soleil is shining. And I'm presuming in Cardiff it is raining. I myself have always wanted to go there. Mostly due to the gorgeous accents, like your Ianto over there," Reanne replied, her voice seeming to sound even more French.
Jack leaned back on the wall like a teenager taking a call. "Yeah, Ianto...let me just say that his voice and face match quite nicely." He caught the Welshman looking at him and cleared his throat, standing straight one again. "Well, about the Transbreeders - what do you think we should do?" He was mad at himself for being caught.
"Oh, well then I can't wait to meet him! And let me tell you, Sarge does look as grumpy as he sounds," Reanne said, receiving a look from Sarge. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, I'm not too sure, to be honest. I think Jean-Claude has some sort of master plan." Reanne found herself starting to twirl loose bits of hair around her finger.
"Is that 'Sarge' then?"
"No, that's not Sarge. He doesn't tell us his name. No, that's Piers. We call him Jean-Claude to annoy him. Because it's really French. Do you want me to name the whole team so you don't confuse your little head, Jack?" Reanne asked in a teasing and flirty tone.
"Anything you want as long as you use that voice..." Jack whispered back into the phone, only half-joking, keenly aware that he was still being stared at by the other man in the room. "But really, maybe I could talk to someone who knows what I have to do with this? Not that I couldn't talk to you all day..."
Reanne sighed. "I suppose Sarge knows what's going on. I'm just the general support. Not as important as Sarge!" Reanne said, glaring at Sarge, who just stared right back at her. "Can't wait to meet you though, and tell that Welsh guy, Ianto, that he can speak to me any day!"
"Can and will do. Thanks." He listened as the phone as being passed over, chuckling to himself. Torchwood Six - he thought it was a joke someone had made up to trick him that one New Year's Eve - he never dreamed they really existed. Or that they had such a hot little voice working for them...
Sarge held the phone to his ear, watching Reanne carefully. She gave him a smile and sat back down on his desk, listening to the conversation. "Ok, this is Sgt. Thompson again. Ok, basically, what we have planned is for all the Torchwood teams to meet together and discuss action. The meeting will be held here, in Paris, in our HQ. Our HQ, if you didn't know, which I doubt, is in the Arc de Triomphe. I'll have someone meet you to let you into our HQ, and we'll have the meeting there. The meeting is tomorrow. You must be there," Sarge explained.
"Okay, then, my team and I will be there - under one condition," Jack was writing down the details on a piece of paper which he passed to Ianto.
"And what exactly is this condition?" Sarge asked, ignoring the pleading looks from Reanne, begging him to let her meet his team and show them up.
"That the charming young lady I just spoke to is the one to meet us." He wasn't one bit worried that the man could hear how cocky he was.
Sarge sighed. "Ok, fine. Sure. I'll send Reanne down to meet you," Sarge said slowly, as much as he knew he'd regret it the moment he said it. Reanne let out a squeal of delight, hugging Sarge tightly, much to his dislike.
"Then you have a deal. We'll be in your area by evening. Be looking for us. Can't miss us. Two devilishly handsome men, two drop dead beauties and Owen..." He laughed at his joke, wondering how that would be relayed.
"Ok, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodbye," Sarge said, hanging up. Reanne started to squeal excitedly, almost jumping up and down. "Mademoiselle Blanc, if you don't stop this now, you won't be meeting the team." She instantly stopped and frowned.
"So…What time tomorrow?" Reanne asked, giving him an innocent smile.
Anerchiadau, Torchwood 'n dri Ianto Jones yn areithio. Fel alla chyfnertha? - Greetings, Torchwood Three, Ianto Jones speaking. How can I help?
Da bore. Torchwood Chwech yn areithio bacia. Reanne Blanc yn areithio. Gobeithiwn at ddweud wrth Capten Jack Harkness blesio. Dydy eithaf 'n bwysig. A gyda llaw , 'ch re lais ydy 'n orwych! - Good morning. Torchwood Six speaking back. Reanne Blanc speaking. I was hoping to speak to Captain Jack Harkness please. It is quite important. And by the way, you're voice is gorgeous!
