Title: Unwelcome Assistance
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Jack, Team, Cardiff's finest
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 312 – Awkward Moments at tw100
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Just as Jack thinks things can't get any worse, they do.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: My fourth drabble for this prompt. Hoping I can squeeze out one more at least...
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I love Janto: Yeah, Ianto got lucky, in more ways than one! He has no idea how he did it, but he's sure he couldn't do it again, lol!
Wow, treasure! Vintage clothes are always a great find!
Thank you!
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He'd thought the day couldn't get any worse. Turned out he'd been wrong.
A routine raid on a warehouse believed to be housing alien artefacts had resulted in the entire Torchwood team being knocked out by some sort of gas. They'd regained consciousness handcuffed together, their ankles tied and their comms gone.
That had been bad enough, but while they were trying to work out how to get free, the doors burst open and in walked the police.
Jack plastered on his best smile, inwardly cursing fate.
"Detective Swanson! Looking as lovely as ever!"
Swanson smirked.
"Oh, this is priceless!"
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The End