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magicomTitle: Infiltrator - Part Fourteen.
Author:magicom
Rating: Maybe PG at the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Pairing/Characters: Jack, Ianto, (Jack/Ianto), Gwen, Doctor Rupesh Patanjali, Johnson.
Spoilers: Takes into consideration all of S1, S2 and Day One of CoE.
Summary: As a whole: He's a doctor... they need a doctor. What if the 456 fuckery didn't happen and Torchwood actually did recruit Rupesh, who was trying to get the gig to spy on them for Johnson, as discussed in Day One? This part: Concession.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
Just picked up this fic again, seven years later, after coming across my original notes on the plot. I doubt any current readers will be from among its original readers, so I hope you enjoy. If any of the original readers happen to find this: welcome back and sorry for the delay! Life, man.
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As they emerged from the Tourist Office, Johnson and four other operatives were waiting. No weapons visible, but hands were in pockets.
"Keep your hands where I can see them," she warned the Torchwood agents. She nodded to one of her operatives, who moved forward to check them for weapons. The normally lively Quay was completely deserted except for them. As Johnson's man took Jack's Webley from its holster, he glanced around.
"Bit quiet around here," he remarked, as though it were barely worth remarking upon.
"Gas leak. Had to evacuate the area for 24 hours for emergency repairs," Johnson replied with a bit of a smirk.
"Convenient, that," Jack remarked with the same forced levity.
"Indeed."
Jack's eyes lingered appraisingly on her for a moment. "Where is he?" he finally asked.
She held his gaze. "Somewhere you'll never find him in time if you decide to get cute."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said coolly as Johnson's crew, having relieved all of Torchwood of their weapons, began to move past them.
Jack grabbed Johnson's arm as she passed, and she didn't immediately tear it from his grip; she met his eyes instead.
"Do we need to discuss what's going to happen if it's you that doesn't keep up your end?" he asked in a dangerous low tone.
"Captain," she replied evenly, "I think we understand each other perfectly." Then she tugged her arm from his grasp, and he let her take it. A moment later, the five of them disappeared through the Tourist Office door.
Rupesh let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his gaze moving warily to Harkness, who looked decidedly stonier and more miserable than the front he'd put on for Johnson. The Captain looked up at the string of empty cafes and shops above them, then headed for the Plass.
"I want to know where they parked and whether any of her men are waiting with the vehicles," he told Gwen and Rupesh. "She didn't come here on a city bus and she's not leaving on one."
Rupesh moved to Gwen's elbow as they fell in behind the Captain.
"What is he doing? Is he going to try to trace her VIN or something? Because if she could hack the Home Office, I doubt she'd have much trouble with the DVLA."
Gwen was clearly as troubled as Harkness by all this and her face wore it much more prominently. She was distracted and she was watching Harkness' back carefully, like there was some insight to be read in the tension across his shoulders. She only looked at Rupesh when he finished talking.
"I don't know. I suppose we'll find out when we find their vehicles."
Rupesh had noticed that she normally did not shrink at all from questioning Harkness. But she didn't question him in that situation. When the lines between professional and personal blurred, she let him have his space. As much as she was a nurturer, she didn't walk beside him and tell him Jones was going to be okay.
Maybe she wasn't sure he would be. That thought chilled Rupesh a little, because even with knowledge the other two didn't have, he wasn't certain that Johnson wouldn't murder Jones once she had what she wanted.
Three SUVs were parked sprawling across the Plass. Nobody in sight. Harkness peeked in the windows, then knelt briefly beside one before rising and walking in the direction of the City Centre.
"You two go home," he told them. "Meet back here at 11:30 tomorrow morning."
Then he strode away, not looking at either of them again.
Gwen let him go, so Rupesh followed her lead.
In case you missed them (Likely, this far down the road...):
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Author:
magicomRating: Maybe PG at the worst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. No money being made.
Pairing/Characters: Jack, Ianto, (Jack/Ianto), Gwen, Doctor Rupesh Patanjali, Johnson.
Spoilers: Takes into consideration all of S1, S2 and Day One of CoE.
Summary: As a whole: He's a doctor... they need a doctor. What if the 456 fuckery didn't happen and Torchwood actually did recruit Rupesh, who was trying to get the gig to spy on them for Johnson, as discussed in Day One? This part: Concession.
Warnings: None to speak of.
Notes: Takes place starting just before and during CoE: Day One and goes AU from there onwards.
Just picked up this fic again, seven years later, after coming across my original notes on the plot. I doubt any current readers will be from among its original readers, so I hope you enjoy. If any of the original readers happen to find this: welcome back and sorry for the delay! Life, man.
As they emerged from the Tourist Office, Johnson and four other operatives were waiting. No weapons visible, but hands were in pockets.
"Keep your hands where I can see them," she warned the Torchwood agents. She nodded to one of her operatives, who moved forward to check them for weapons. The normally lively Quay was completely deserted except for them. As Johnson's man took Jack's Webley from its holster, he glanced around.
"Bit quiet around here," he remarked, as though it were barely worth remarking upon.
"Gas leak. Had to evacuate the area for 24 hours for emergency repairs," Johnson replied with a bit of a smirk.
"Convenient, that," Jack remarked with the same forced levity.
"Indeed."
Jack's eyes lingered appraisingly on her for a moment. "Where is he?" he finally asked.
She held his gaze. "Somewhere you'll never find him in time if you decide to get cute."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said coolly as Johnson's crew, having relieved all of Torchwood of their weapons, began to move past them.
Jack grabbed Johnson's arm as she passed, and she didn't immediately tear it from his grip; she met his eyes instead.
"Do we need to discuss what's going to happen if it's you that doesn't keep up your end?" he asked in a dangerous low tone.
"Captain," she replied evenly, "I think we understand each other perfectly." Then she tugged her arm from his grasp, and he let her take it. A moment later, the five of them disappeared through the Tourist Office door.
Rupesh let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his gaze moving warily to Harkness, who looked decidedly stonier and more miserable than the front he'd put on for Johnson. The Captain looked up at the string of empty cafes and shops above them, then headed for the Plass.
"I want to know where they parked and whether any of her men are waiting with the vehicles," he told Gwen and Rupesh. "She didn't come here on a city bus and she's not leaving on one."
Rupesh moved to Gwen's elbow as they fell in behind the Captain.
"What is he doing? Is he going to try to trace her VIN or something? Because if she could hack the Home Office, I doubt she'd have much trouble with the DVLA."
Gwen was clearly as troubled as Harkness by all this and her face wore it much more prominently. She was distracted and she was watching Harkness' back carefully, like there was some insight to be read in the tension across his shoulders. She only looked at Rupesh when he finished talking.
"I don't know. I suppose we'll find out when we find their vehicles."
Rupesh had noticed that she normally did not shrink at all from questioning Harkness. But she didn't question him in that situation. When the lines between professional and personal blurred, she let him have his space. As much as she was a nurturer, she didn't walk beside him and tell him Jones was going to be okay.
Maybe she wasn't sure he would be. That thought chilled Rupesh a little, because even with knowledge the other two didn't have, he wasn't certain that Johnson wouldn't murder Jones once she had what she wanted.
Three SUVs were parked sprawling across the Plass. Nobody in sight. Harkness peeked in the windows, then knelt briefly beside one before rising and walking in the direction of the City Centre.
"You two go home," he told them. "Meet back here at 11:30 tomorrow morning."
Then he strode away, not looking at either of them again.
Gwen let him go, so Rupesh followed her lead.
In case you missed them (Likely, this far down the road...):
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
