desperateprompt: a blood-stained wall.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Ianto's betrayal has, surprisingly, found him a place on the team-- more than he'd ever had before. He is the one fighting to redeem himself; Jack's offered friendship of a sort, his quiet understanding more confession than compassion, and already Tosh forgives him all but nearly dying in her stead.
And yet, valued team member or no, some bits of his job description stay the same out of necessity. Sometimes he'd prefer they didn't.
Ianto leaves everything-- all the protective gear, the biohazard containers, the body bags and gurneys-- in the back of the SUV for the moment. He ducks beneath the stretch of police tape to flash a badge (quickly, no time for a good look) at a babyfaced PC. Striding into the house, he's sure to snap the latex gloves against his wrists as he puts them on, getting him the attention of those present without a word.
"Well," says a woman who is obviously in charge, crossing her arms and leaning back as she looks him over. "Who are you?"
"Ianto Jones. I'm with Torchwood."
"Another one. I was beginning to think you all came with that signature swagger."
Ianto allows himself a small smile, a show smile, purely for her benefit. "Not all, no. Do try to contain your shock." She seems to like that; she laughs and he's reminded of Jack. Funny how things like that work. "I've come to secure the crime scene. I'll be collecting the bodies as well."
"In a three piece suit," he hears as she ushers her subordinates off with a smirk. "And you lot thought Harkness was bad."
And yet, valued team member or no, some bits of his job description stay the same out of necessity. Sometimes he'd prefer they didn't.
Ianto leaves everything-- all the protective gear, the biohazard containers, the body bags and gurneys-- in the back of the SUV for the moment. He ducks beneath the stretch of police tape to flash a badge (quickly, no time for a good look) at a babyfaced PC. Striding into the house, he's sure to snap the latex gloves against his wrists as he puts them on, getting him the attention of those present without a word.
"Well," says a woman who is obviously in charge, crossing her arms and leaning back as she looks him over. "Who are you?"
"Ianto Jones. I'm with Torchwood."
"Another one. I was beginning to think you all came with that signature swagger."
Ianto allows himself a small smile, a show smile, purely for her benefit. "Not all, no. Do try to contain your shock." She seems to like that; she laughs and he's reminded of Jack. Funny how things like that work. "I've come to secure the crime scene. I'll be collecting the bodies as well."
"In a three piece suit," he hears as she ushers her subordinates off with a smirk. "And you lot thought Harkness was bad."