13. The unexpected drawbacks of hot sex in the office place
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66. Back of a police car
21. Talking about
36. Fire
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13.
Ianto’s hands are in his lap, cuffed together and cold.
He is wedged between two police officers and a third is driving.
He tried to tell them he was Torchwood, only to be informed that it was Torchwood who had ordered anyone found on the crime scene be arrested first, asked questions back at the station when suitably terrified.
Well, he had surmised that last bit himself, but it sounds like the sort of thing Jack would say.
“Excuse me,” Ianto says, and one of the officers, a man, mid forties, 5’11”, and all that, grunts back.
“Could I have my phone call now, if someone has a cell phone?”
It is the driver that responds, looking back over her shoulder, “who said anything about a phone call?”
“Road,” Ianto says, and she looks back in time to avoid smashing into a parked car.
“Torchwood,” she says, keeping her eyes on the road this time, “wants to talk to you first.”
“Look,” Ianto says, “I work for Torchwood. I would probably be the one responding to this if I weren’t otherwise involved.”
“You haven’t been able to provide us with identification.”
“Because I left it back in the office.”
“Before visiting a crime scene?” she says, shaking her head. “Yeah, right.”
“That was… spur of the moment,” Ianto says, fully aware how pathetic he sounds, “I went out to put out a trash fire on the Plass.”
The officer who had grunted at him earlier chooses now to chime in, bless him. “Wouldn’t you have had your ID on you while at the office?”
Ianto is fed up enough to reply with what he is really thinking: “When I have sex with my boss in his office, I tend to take it off, actually,” he snaps.
The rest of the trip is, unsurprisingly, silent.
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[
66. Back of a police car
21. Talking about
36. Fire
]
13.
Ianto’s hands are in his lap, cuffed together and cold.
He is wedged between two police officers and a third is driving.
He tried to tell them he was Torchwood, only to be informed that it was Torchwood who had ordered anyone found on the crime scene be arrested first, asked questions back at the station when suitably terrified.
Well, he had surmised that last bit himself, but it sounds like the sort of thing Jack would say.
“Excuse me,” Ianto says, and one of the officers, a man, mid forties, 5’11”, and all that, grunts back.
“Could I have my phone call now, if someone has a cell phone?”
It is the driver that responds, looking back over her shoulder, “who said anything about a phone call?”
“Road,” Ianto says, and she looks back in time to avoid smashing into a parked car.
“Torchwood,” she says, keeping her eyes on the road this time, “wants to talk to you first.”
“Look,” Ianto says, “I work for Torchwood. I would probably be the one responding to this if I weren’t otherwise involved.”
“You haven’t been able to provide us with identification.”
“Because I left it back in the office.”
“Before visiting a crime scene?” she says, shaking her head. “Yeah, right.”
“That was… spur of the moment,” Ianto says, fully aware how pathetic he sounds, “I went out to put out a trash fire on the Plass.”
The officer who had grunted at him earlier chooses now to chime in, bless him. “Wouldn’t you have had your ID on you while at the office?”
Ianto is fed up enough to reply with what he is really thinking: “When I have sex with my boss in his office, I tend to take it off, actually,” he snaps.
The rest of the trip is, unsurprisingly, silent.
See the Master List or return to jackxianto.