Tangerine: Chapter 8
Title: Tangerine
Chapter: Eight
Words: 874
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen, Rhys
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: M
Warnings: language; sex; violence
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 7
Author's Note: Sorry this is such a short chapter and so long coming, but July was just a terrible month. I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing and should have more releases soon.
Gwen was dozing lightly on her bed when she was awoken by a text message. It read: your documents are ready. Will be delivered in one hour. Your fee is 3x normal rate. She scowled; Mr. Tim was certainly fast but she hated paying so much. However, she supposed that if it meant finding out what Ianto was involved in, it was worth it. With a sigh, she sat herself up and made the journey from her bed to her dresser. At the bottom of the top drawer was a false bottom that housed her extra cash. When she had started working for Torchwood, the income was so much more than her police job that she began hiding her money from Rhys. The last thing she wanted was him getting any ideas.
After taking out the bills and sealing them in an envelope, she carefully returned to bed and called Rhys in. He came rushing to her side, asking, "Is there anything I can get you?"
She held out the envelope and curtly told him, "Soon a package is coming for me from work. I need you to give this to the delivery boy."
"You're injured. Do they really expect you to work like this?"
"My job is far too important to put everything on hold just because of a little stab wound," Gwen replied condescendingly.
In all actuality, Jack had told her to take a week off and that Ianto could handle her duties no problem. She knew he was only being polite because during the week Ianto was on suspension, the Hub nearly fell apart; she could only guess the impact her absence was having. It most likely explained why no one had come to visit her yet.
Rhys took the envelope and patted her shoulder tenderly, telling her, "I'll make you a cup of tea."
As he left, she added, "No lemon this time."
Exactly an hour after she had received the text, a package arrived for her. She eagerly grabbed it away from Rhys but hesitated opening it. Rhys was standing a couple feet away, hovering so Gwen gave him an exaggerated thank you as she motioned for him to leave. With a pout, Rhys turned and left the room, allowing Gwen to view her papers in peace. The report was thorough, including everything from his minor shoplifting record as a teenager to his tax return. To her chagrin, nothing seemed amiss.
However, her heart nearly stopped when she came upon Ianto's recent activity; the mild mannered office boy had been employing a prostitute for the last few nights. Gwen could not wait to see the look on Jack's face when he found out what his sweet little Welshman was doing in his spare time. She let out a disappointed groan when she saw the picture of the rent-boy; he looked exactly like a young Jack. Knowing the Captain, he would find Ianto sleeping with his doppelganger to be not only flattering but a turn on.
The prostitute, Simon Gough, was the typical runaway turned missing person, the kind Andy spent so much time trying to rescue. Fucking waste of time, Gwen thought bitterly. The police had been searching for him for years on behalf of his family. They were likely never to find him because he was reported to be under the thumb of the one of the most notoriously violent pimps in the city. Dafyd Lewis was wanted under counts ranging from assault to human trafficking to murder.
Suddenly an idea struck Gwen: the idea of Ianto with a prostitute was not going to turn off Jack but the idea of Ianto being a prostitute might. Taking out her laptop, Gwen began the process of hacking into the Cardiff police's database. It was one of the many useful skills she had picked up from Tosh. The woman might be terribly tedious company but she was undoubtedly a computer genius. Since he already had a minor record, Gwen only had to add some warrants for solicitation and an officer assault to make him an obvious rent-boy. Under known accomplices, she added Simon Gough and Dafyd Lewis, making sure to tie him to one of Dafyd's violent crimes.
Gwen put an alert tag on Dafyd so when there was any activity on his record with the police, she would be notified. To her shock, he was listed as deceased, homicide that very night. His prostitute, Simon Gough, was wanted for questioning. After putting in an anonymous tip leading investigators to fellow prostitute, Ianto Jones' residence, Gwen sat back, satisfied that soon Jack would be bailing his soon to be former employee out of jail. It was only a matter of time before he returned to her, finally disgusted enough with Ianto to get rid of him.
Chapter 9
Chapter: Eight
Words: 874
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen, Rhys
Pairings: Ianto/OMC, Jack/Gwen, Eventual!Jack/Ianto
Summary: AU. After Suzy dies again, Jack doesn't go to speak with Ianto.
Rating: M
Warnings: language; sex; violence
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 7
Author's Note: Sorry this is such a short chapter and so long coming, but July was just a terrible month. I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing and should have more releases soon.
Gwen was dozing lightly on her bed when she was awoken by a text message. It read: your documents are ready. Will be delivered in one hour. Your fee is 3x normal rate. She scowled; Mr. Tim was certainly fast but she hated paying so much. However, she supposed that if it meant finding out what Ianto was involved in, it was worth it. With a sigh, she sat herself up and made the journey from her bed to her dresser. At the bottom of the top drawer was a false bottom that housed her extra cash. When she had started working for Torchwood, the income was so much more than her police job that she began hiding her money from Rhys. The last thing she wanted was him getting any ideas.
After taking out the bills and sealing them in an envelope, she carefully returned to bed and called Rhys in. He came rushing to her side, asking, "Is there anything I can get you?"
She held out the envelope and curtly told him, "Soon a package is coming for me from work. I need you to give this to the delivery boy."
"You're injured. Do they really expect you to work like this?"
"My job is far too important to put everything on hold just because of a little stab wound," Gwen replied condescendingly.
In all actuality, Jack had told her to take a week off and that Ianto could handle her duties no problem. She knew he was only being polite because during the week Ianto was on suspension, the Hub nearly fell apart; she could only guess the impact her absence was having. It most likely explained why no one had come to visit her yet.
Rhys took the envelope and patted her shoulder tenderly, telling her, "I'll make you a cup of tea."
As he left, she added, "No lemon this time."
Exactly an hour after she had received the text, a package arrived for her. She eagerly grabbed it away from Rhys but hesitated opening it. Rhys was standing a couple feet away, hovering so Gwen gave him an exaggerated thank you as she motioned for him to leave. With a pout, Rhys turned and left the room, allowing Gwen to view her papers in peace. The report was thorough, including everything from his minor shoplifting record as a teenager to his tax return. To her chagrin, nothing seemed amiss.
However, her heart nearly stopped when she came upon Ianto's recent activity; the mild mannered office boy had been employing a prostitute for the last few nights. Gwen could not wait to see the look on Jack's face when he found out what his sweet little Welshman was doing in his spare time. She let out a disappointed groan when she saw the picture of the rent-boy; he looked exactly like a young Jack. Knowing the Captain, he would find Ianto sleeping with his doppelganger to be not only flattering but a turn on.
The prostitute, Simon Gough, was the typical runaway turned missing person, the kind Andy spent so much time trying to rescue. Fucking waste of time, Gwen thought bitterly. The police had been searching for him for years on behalf of his family. They were likely never to find him because he was reported to be under the thumb of the one of the most notoriously violent pimps in the city. Dafyd Lewis was wanted under counts ranging from assault to human trafficking to murder.
Suddenly an idea struck Gwen: the idea of Ianto with a prostitute was not going to turn off Jack but the idea of Ianto being a prostitute might. Taking out her laptop, Gwen began the process of hacking into the Cardiff police's database. It was one of the many useful skills she had picked up from Tosh. The woman might be terribly tedious company but she was undoubtedly a computer genius. Since he already had a minor record, Gwen only had to add some warrants for solicitation and an officer assault to make him an obvious rent-boy. Under known accomplices, she added Simon Gough and Dafyd Lewis, making sure to tie him to one of Dafyd's violent crimes.
Gwen put an alert tag on Dafyd so when there was any activity on his record with the police, she would be notified. To her shock, he was listed as deceased, homicide that very night. His prostitute, Simon Gough, was wanted for questioning. After putting in an anonymous tip leading investigators to fellow prostitute, Ianto Jones' residence, Gwen sat back, satisfied that soon Jack would be bailing his soon to be former employee out of jail. It was only a matter of time before he returned to her, finally disgusted enough with Ianto to get rid of him.
Chapter 9