Tosh and Owen had driven to the HUB in silence. Neither one knowing what to say. Their relationship had taken an unknown turn, that both of them struggled to understand. Upon arriving at the HUB, Owen had simply disappeared into the Autopsy Bay, while Tosh booted up the computers. No warnings or rift alerts were apparent, and a cursory check of UNIT's reports showed Glib and Fall were safely on their way. The technician walked up to the tourist office, getting it ready for the day, when she saw that the usually dormant desk phone had two messages. Curious, she played the first of the two.
"Mr. Jones, this is Gertrude Mayweather. I do hope everything went well after you left. Olive bets that you guys actually made it home before you jumped him, but I doubt it." Tosh blushed. Gertrude was definitely a lot like Jack.
"Anyway, I wanted to call about that little surprise we had for you. It appears that Olive's hip is in a real state, so it will be a few weeks before she's back up to dancing." Another voice in the background.
"You old twat! You just let them in on what the surprise was." Tosh laughed, those two were a riot.
"Don't mind her, she's just cranky because she can't have sex until she feels better. The sound of shattered china and a string of Japanese left Tosh giggling.
"So, basically, you and Captain Fancy Pants will have to wait for that. Call me back when you get this." The line went dead. Tosh was about to play the second message, when Gwen stumbled through the door. She had a pair of oversized sunglasses on, and her steps were sluggish, almost lurching. The fact that she had chosen sensible flats over her usual boots was more than enough to let Tosh know just how hung over the Welshwoman was.
"Long night?" The technician asked, receiving what she assumed was an angry glare from Gwen. The woman looked around her.
"Ianto late again?" Tosh snorted shaking her head.
"I believe that they're taking the day off." Gwen nodded, then gripped her head as the motion sent it swimming.
"After last night, I figured that Jack would propose. Hell he might have, it isn't like we would know about it." Tosh laughed at this, finishing straitening the office before walking with Gwen back into the HUB.
Owen glanced up from his perch in the Autopsy bay, only to see the clearly hung over Gwen leaning on Tosh.
"Well Mrs. Williams, can I just say that you look like absolute rubbish this morning." His voice oozed sarcasm. Tosh glared at him and Gwen flopped into her chair.
"Can it zombie. At least I can still have a hangover." Owen stuck out his tongue, which wouldn't return back into his mouth. He spun away, trying to hide what had happened from the girls. The last thing that he needed was Gwen teasing him over this. Tosh seemed to notice his struggle as she distracted Gwen.
"So UNIT says that Glib and Fall are on schedule, but I'm not reaching Lieutenant Ulric, and their tracker is offline. What do you think?" Gwen shrugged.
"It sounds like a communication error to me. maybe your computer is bugging." The technician doubted it, but began a systems check anyway.
"I hope that you're right about that. I don't want anything happening to them. Ianto would kill me." Gwen looked quizzically at Tosh, but shrugged. She didn't know why Tea-boy would be upset over the lives of two aliens, but she doubted that it mattered.