Owen paced the HUB, waiting on any scrap of news regarding the rest of the team, praying to whatever being existed that Tosh was ok. He didn't think that he could bare to keep not-living his life without her. The phone on his desk rand once more, jolting him again from his thoughts.
"Doctor Harper? This is P.C Cook." The dead man sagged in his seat. This was the police department. If they've gotten involved than things have deteriorated very quickly.
"Yes, this is 'im."
"I'm afraid we have some bad news." Shit. The dead man wanted to scream, he wanted to rail around the room. Someone was dead, and he hoped beyond hope that it was Jack. As much as he hated to see any of his team injured, Jack would grow back. He always has and he always will. But Ianto, or Gwen, or-god forbid- Tosh. They wouldn't come back. Once they were gone, they were gone.
"Which one is dead." He barked, wanting the truth strait on, instead of the fluffy the police usually gave friends and families of victims.
"None sir. That's what we need you for. PC Cooper-" The dead man corrected the officer absentmindedly.
"Williams. She got hitched." There was an awkward cough over the line.
"Err, PC Williams then, told me to inform you that Captain Harkness and Agent Jones have both been taken into intensive care. Agent Sato is to be released into your care as soon as you arrive." Owen bit his lip, cursing himself when he realized that he had split it.
"What condition is she in? Agent Sato, I mean." There was the rustling of papers, and the sound of muffled conversation.
"She is stable. Two Gunshot wounds, One round went straight through her thigh, the other grazed her hip." The dead man let out a sigh of relief. Those wounds were bad, but non-fatal.
"And what of PC Williams?"
"Williams? Oh yes, right, she and a few of our officers are on their way over to you with the weapon you retrieved." Owen smiled dully. The situation was bad, but at least Gwen had thought enough to cover for everything. That also meant that Fall was alive."
"Thank you PC Cook. I will be down to the hospital to deal with my patients ASAP." The dead man ended the call. Rushing around the Autopsy bay, gathering together the various tools and dosages of RETCONN that he was going to need at the hospital. He didn't know what was wrong with the Captain and his Tea-boy, but, knowing them, it would be something he would need to cover up. Suddenly, a tentacle wrapped itself around the dead man's arm, and the translator crackled out the words from Glib.
"What has happened. Is he alive? Did they rescue him?" As if on cue the lift from the garage opened, lending itself to three large men carrying a near-white glob of flesh. Followed by a very haunted looking Gwen.
"Glib? I need you to go over to the side and wait. I can't operate on 'im with you hovering around." The Creature took one last look at the approaching group, before wriggling his way down to the water tower. One of the men paused to stare, but the others simply continued. Unquestioning of the whole Torchwood deal.
"Set him on the table down there." Gwen directed, and the men obeyed, gently setting the mass onto the steel work surface. Owen dropped all of his things, quickly donning surgical garb and advancing towards the creature. Fall was In a far worse state the Glib had been. His color much paler, and more of him seemed to be missing than present. He set to work, hoping to save this poor creature before it perished.