Disclaimer - as usual, I own nothing Torchwood related, nor do I own Lucy (creation of happy-rea). Thanks to those who do for letting me play with them. I'll have them back by tea, promise.

The next day was rather interesting. Though Ianto had been able to find the name of the curious WPC while Lucy was playing with her guns before they went home the night before, he'd not had time to find much else. Since Jack had said "find everything you can," as soon as he'd finished with the early morning cleaning chores, he did nothing (apart from the mandatory coffee duties) the remainder of the day but search out everything he could to find out who this person was that had sparked Jack's interest.

Obviously she was a beat cop. Had worked with Cardiff Heddlu for the last three years, recently partnered with PC Andy Davidson. PC Davidson seemed reasonably competent, though there was nothing particularly exceptional about him. But then there wasn't anything exceptional about PC Gwen Cooper either. She had an average record - one or two minor incidents where she had stuck her nose in a bit too far, but nothing beyond that.

The official residence listed on her records was out of date - property records indicated she'd vacated the premises several months back, so he checked her schedule for that morning, then backtracked her on the CCTV until he found the house she came from. Checking those records indicated that the flat was leased to one Rhys Williams, presumably her boyfriend. A little more research revealed Williams to be a thoroughly ordinary bloke who drove a lorry for a living.

While he was checking Rhys Williams out, the team went out on a report of a weevil spotted at one of the local hospitals. Ianto made sure his earpiece was on so that he would be available in case they needed him for anything, and went back to looking for records specific to PC Cooper, rather than her boyfriend. He hacked into the personal computer kept in Williams' flat, and hit pay dirt. A computerized calendar with police-related reminders, an email account in the name of Gwen Cooper, and a number of documents that, on closer examination, seemed to be notes and reminders to herself about various experiences she'd gone through.

He left her personal files up so he could go through them again when he had a little more time, then checked her official file at Heddlu one more time. It had been updated, only an hour previous. Medical treatment, for a concussion. At… wait, that was the same hospital the others were at, the one with the weevil.

He was actually reaching for his earpiece to contact Jack, when it buzzed in his ear.

"Ok, Ianto?"

It was Jack.

"I'm here, what do you need?"

"Can you meet us at the plass? I'm going to drive the SUV up there so when our nosy officer follows us we'll all disappear on the lift."

Nosy officer? Well, looked like Jack had been right to be interested in PC Cooper, she must have seen something while they were weevil hunting, and followed the team from the hospital.

"No problem. I assume you want me to drive the SUV down to the carpark?"

"You read my mind."

"I do my job" Ianto retorted, dryly. And to prove it - "I've found out all I need to know about WPC Gwen Cooper. I'll have it on your desk to read when you get back."

"Brilliant. Thanks Ianto."

And Jack signed off.

Ianto quickly printed up all the relevant records that Jack would need to see (he'd lied, of course, about finding everything he himself needed to know about PC Cooper, but he did know everything that JACK would need to know, which was all Jack needed to know about it), set the printouts on Jack's desk, and headed for the (not-invisible) lift that would take him outside to wait for the team.

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It was always odd, standing on the invisible lift. Crowds of tourists flocking the Plass, not one of them even noticing he was there. They noticed the SUV, of course, when it pulled up just a few metres from where he stood, stopping somewhat more abruptly than necessary. He rolled his eyes. Jack did tend to drive like a maniac - or an American, which he supposed was fair enough - which didn't do much for the "secret" part of the "secret organization" the worked for.

The doors opened, and as Ianto approached the driver's side door (making sure the SUV was at all times between him and loading zone where the police car had pulled in behind them), Jack stepped to the back and looked through the back window.

Ianto looked the question at him.

"Weevil in the back. Just checking, it's still sedated."

"That's… good to know. And what if it hadn't been?"

Jack clapped Ianto on the shoulder and grinned.

"See you downstairs. Don't take too long."

As Ianto pulled the SUV away from the curb, the rest of the team walked "impressively" towards the lift.

A grumbly, growly snore came from the boot.

"Right then. Weevil. What shall we do with you?"

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It hadn't been that difficult after all. The fireman's carry Owen had once taught him was far more efficient than the dummy drag he'd used when he pulled Lisa from the burning wreck that had been their workplace, their life. It had been a matter of only a few minutes to take the unconscious alien to the cell nearest the car park and secure it for later. Normally one of the others would take a weevil to the sewers to release it (after field tagging it so they could ensure it didn't leave the sewers again), but Jack had said to be quick, and he didn't fancy the cleanup involved if he left the creature to wake up and wreak havoc in the confined space of the SUV.

Once he shut the door of the weevil's new cell, he headed back up to the main part of the Hub. The invisible lift was just descending as he walked in. They must have waiting to enjoy the sight of one of Cardiff's finest being dressed down for improperly parking in a bus loading zone. Not that he blamed them, he would no doubt have found it amusing as well.

Before Jack had even stepped off the lift, he began barking orders.

"Ianto, keep an eye on her and police records, she's going to do all she can to find us. Humans with a puzzle are like a dog with a bone, Tosh, make sure they don't know about the dead porter, make it look like a suicide or something."

"No problem," Tosh said as she turned on her computer. Ianto barely kept from rolling his eyes. Did Jack really think that they didn't know their jobs? Especially Tosh? She proved him right a second later.

"I'll have someone say they saw him leave as well."

"Brilliant, sometimes I worry that you're getting too good at hiding bodies. I wouldn't want to get on your bad side."

Ok, maybe Jack did notice how remarkable Tosh was at her job. He would probably never admit that Ianto himself was good at his job, but acknowledging Tosh's skill was… something. Of course Jack would assume that everything Ianto had found out about PC Cooper was redundant and unnecessary, just because it confirmed his pre-existing assumption about "humans," instead of noticing how rare these qualities actually were in the general public. That Rhys bloke, Cooper's lorry-driver of a boyfriend - he wouldn't be 'like a dog with a bone,' that was for sure. And her partner, PC Andy Davidson - he'd been faced with puzzles quite a few times in his recorded career, and had always been content to let them rest.

"Everyone else," Jack continued, snapping Ianto out of his thoughts, "I've got nothing that needs doing so get on with your own projects and all the normal paperwork. Oh, and on that note - Ianto! What did you do with the weevil?"

"I put it in the cells. Owen's been talking about getting a pet weevil for a while, thought he might want this one. It obviously likes doctors."

"Oh, ha ha, very funny" Owen's sarcasm was in full swing. Though he paused before settling in at his desk. "Although, actually, that's useful. Thanks, Tea-boy."

Acknowledgement was acknowledgement, even mixed, Ianto tried to remind himself. It was rare for Owen to say something nice at all, he should probably be grateful. Maybe he would have been - if it hadn't been punctuated with the dismissive nickname Owen had coined as soon as he'd arrived.

"She needs a name though," Owen continued. She? Well, he would know, he was used to examining "lady parts." The doctor's face lit up with an evil grin. "I know who she reminds me of! My lovely mother - Janet!"

Tosh laughed and said something or other, but Ianto lost interest. He watched for a second as Lucy settled herself in front of a work-station and pulled out one of the many cheat sheets that Tosh had pulled up for her. She glanced over at him for a second, he caught her eye then rolled his own. She grinned back, obviously enjoying the random banter between the teammates (all but him), and he smiled, tightly. Then he turned. He hadn't had the chance to check on Lisa yet today - and with the rest of the team busy, this was the perfect chance.