A/N: Ok, so I got an idea… I've decided I'm going to try and do some Torchwood episodes but what they'd be like if they were in real life… so no aliens… This is gonna be fun trying to figure out how to convert them…
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After a long conversation on the phone, Jack stood up, lifting a heavy 'kit-bag' onto his back.
"Come on you lot, we've got a case." Jack called, coat billowing behind him as the others hurriedly tried to pack up there stuff, not including Tosh who had to stay and watch the police reports.
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"Gwen, hurry up!"
It had ended up as Gwen driving, Jack at shotgun and Ianto and Owen in the back. Unfortunately, Ianto realised. Owen was a backseat driver.
"We don't want the press to get there first." He added.
"He's got a point there." Jack muttered. "The press always bang on about freedom of speech, which would be fine if they actually had something of worth to say."
"You heard him Gwen!" said Owen. "And take that seatbelt off! You're a police officer, not a bloody vicar."
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Around two hours later they arrived near a multi-storey car park, a body lying dead at the bottom.
"Looks like he was dropped from the top storey, put up a fight too. Grabbed by the neck, then just dropped." Owen analysed, standing up from the disgusting odour of the corpse.
"Ok, arrange for the body to be picked up and we'll meet it back at Torchwood." Jack ordered, shaking his head.
"Taking charge already then?" Gwen muttered.
"I was hoping for a little power struggle." Jack replied. "Resolved by some naked wrestling…?" Gwen stomped off and Ianto rolled his eyes behind the pair. His new boss was certainly… He couldn't quite find the right word.
It was then that Jack's mobile decided to ring and Jack picked it up with a slight annoyance.
"I can't believe I got the answering machine." The voice muttered. "What can you be doing that's more important than me? Anyway, you've probably found the body, or me. Sorry about the mess. Bill me for the clean up. Now! Drinks, trace the call and you'll find where I am. And hurry up, work to do. Help me obi-wan Kenobi, you're by only hope." It mocked, and then the call was over.
"…Stay here." Jack ordered. "Don't come after me."
"Who was that?" Gwen asked.
"Stay here!" Jack climbed into the car and drove off leaving a moaning Owen behind.
"You see that?" he asked. "He swans right in then he shuts us right out."
"I can track him." Ianto offered, before letting out a shrill whistle. "Taxi!"