Fic- The Captain and the Boy 60/65

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Title: The Captain and The Boy 60/65

Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Others, Ianto/Others

Ratings: Adult – graphic sex and some violence throughout

Spoilers: General spoilers for first 2 series

Summary: An AU version of Jack, Ianto and Torchwood. Some pre-series.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: With thanks to oncomingscone and rowanheart24 for their glorious help! Comments make me write more. I hope you enjoy this. I’ve been working on this story for nearly a year and it’s finally finished. I’ve very proud of it and I hope it’s good enough for my lovely readers! This is a finished series and won’t be abandoned. I’m planning to post a chapter a day (at roughly the same time) until it’s finished.

 

 

Gwen Cooper was a pretty, young woman with a gorgeous figure, big eyes and a cute gap between her teeth. She wasn’t afraid of Ianto. She faced him fiercely and started in on him before he could even speak.

“Tell me what happened,” she said. “You people were doing something. I want to know what it is.”

“Isn’t that interesting?” Ianto said mildly. “You want information from me and I have come for information from you.”

“What, you expect me to give you classified information?”

He smiled thinly. “No offence but I doubt you personally have any classified information. John Tucker was murdered. Many others have been murdered. I want to find out who is killing them.”

“And you think we know? If we knew, he’d be arrested.”

Ianto looked away, the thought echoing in his head not a he. “I need you to tell me about the murder weapon.”

“Oh.” She sat back. “If I do, will you tell me what you and that other lot did the other night?”

He smiled. “Of course.” And afterwards, he would retcon the information from her head. “I’ll tell you anything you need to know.”

Gwen nodded. “Okay. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

                                                            * * * 

Gwen wasn’t actually involved with the case but flashing her smile and bringing coffee got her into the Homicide department. On their wall was all the information they’d collected so far. Gwen handed round the coffee, then peered at the wall. On it was a drawing of a large serrated knife.

“Is this what they think is being used?” she asked.

“Yeah, nasty looking thing, isn’t it?” the detective inspector said.

“Mind if I have a closer look?”

“Nah, go ahead.” He leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee, not paying her any further attention.

She took the picture down, took it off to the corner and photocopied it. If anyone noticed, they didn’t mind. She returned it to the wall, then took her copy out to Ianto.

“Here,” she said, presenting it to him. She liked him. He was a sweet young man, good looking, eager and professional. And he was interested in solving the case. Maybe she could help, get noticed, get promoted. It would help towards her plan.

Ianto looked at the picture and went pale.

“What is it?” she asked.

He opened and closed his mouth several times, swallowed and tried to speak. It came out as a croak.

She took him by the elbow and steered him outside. He gulped in the fresh air rapidly, holding on tight to the photocopy.

“I’ve seen this before,” he said. He turned and looked hard at her. “I need your help.”

She smiled. “You’ve got to tell me what you were doing that night.”

He looked away. “I…look if I tell you I’d have to wipe your memory.”

She laughed. “You’re winding me up.”

“I’m not. If I tell you, you’ll wake up tomorrow and not remember a thing.”

“Okay, um…why do you need my help?”

“Because I think we can solve these murders together.”

She nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

They shook hands on it. Ianto was already beginning to regret what he was doing but stronger than the regret was the feeling that he couldn’t do this alone.

                                                            * * *

Ianto had poured over his information about the knife for many hours, comparing the police drawing with Torchwood’s photograph. They were the same. He was sure of it. Suzie had it. Suzie had been using it. According to Gwen, each victim of the serial killer had been stabbed with that same heavily serrated knife and always in the back. The victims were mostly those who wouldn’t be missed or who were easy to take down. There was no evidence of a joy for killing and no evidence of personal motives against the victims. Ianto was already certain he knew why the crimes had been committed. It was the need for bodies to experiment with, bodies to use the glove with. Was that why she had used the glove on Michael? Had she simply wanted to use it on every single corpse she had available? It didn’t quite seem to fit.

He’d met Gwen on a park bench and they talked.

“When did it start?” he asked.

“Only a couple of months ago. There’ve been so many since then. Most nights there’s been at least one body found. Always around the same area too, walking distance from the bay. Though…”

“Yeah?”

“I heard one of the detectives saying about how there are some links with those male prostitute murders a few months back.”

Ianto tensed. “What links?”

“I dunno. Didn’t hear that bit.”

“Well find out,” Ianto said impatiently. “I need to know.”

“Could be the same guy,” said Gwen. “That’s quite common, you know. A lot of serial killers will go for prostitutes first ‘cause they won’t be missed. Then move on when they get braver. Do you think it could be the same person? They never caught that guy. The murders just stopped.”

“Find out. I want to know everything.”

                                                            * * *

“Hey, Suzie, have you seen that knife that came in with the glove?” Jack asked, stopping by Suzie’s desk.

She froze, staring up at him. “What?”

“That silver knife? Remember? We found it with the glove and a lot of debris. Ianto was looking for it.” He smiled. “He’s taking his job of sorting the archives very seriously. Have you seen it down there? It practically sparkles! Never been so clean and tidy, not in all my years at least!”

Suzie collected herself quickly. “He’s certainly making himself useful,” she said, smiling sweetly. “But, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen that knife anywhere. It’ll be lurking about down there somewhere. Tell Ianto to keep looking.”

Jack smiled cheerfully. “Okay!” He sauntered off. She watched him go. He certainly was happier lately. Probably because his little whore was back. She’d be sorry to make Jack unhappy again but the filthy renter would have to go. He was getting far too nosy for his own good. This was the last straw.