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Myfanwy 2

The Torchwood Murders - Chapter Four

The Torchwood Murders - Chapter Four
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Owen, Gwen/Rhys (mentioned)
Warnings: Language, violence
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood S1, E8, "They Keep Killing Suzie", and a very small one for the audio "Golden Age"
Disclaimer:  I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's note: This is based on the episode "They Keep Killing Suzie", although adapted to the Dragon-Verse.  Once again, the dating is taken from several fan-made chronologies and from the TARDIS Index File. 

A/N2:  Okay, I changed something else in this chapter.  What super-secret organization keeps their dead operatives' personal effects in possibly public storage lockers?   Yeah, right...

Summary:  The team is called in to investigate a murder where someone has implicated Torchwood.  Can they follow the trail and find the murderer before there's another victim?


24 November 2007


Jack spent a discouraging three hours going through the Retcon store, becoming more and more depressed at what he found.

At a conservative estimate, approximately 300 doses of Retcon were unaccounted for.   He’d want someone to verify his findings – most likely Ianto, since his Second would be even more methodical than Jack had been – and then they were going to make some changes in just how Retcon was dispensed.  They had to have better procedures; there couldn’t be this disparity between their records and the physical inventory any more. 

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.  He couldn’t help but think that, somehow, Suzie had been involved.  Certainly, it was all very circumstantial evidence, but it vaguely added up to something.  The last dose of Retcon given their murderer coincided with Suzie’s death.  It had to have been someone within the base itself; no one else had access to Retcon since Torchwood London had fallen.  Of course, it could have come from the ruins of Canary Wharf, but UNIT had had the place bolted down tightly before Jack’s team had gotten there. 

And yet, Ianto had managed to smuggle an injured Lisa out…

Jack shook his head.  It was different, hiding a person among other people, than from absconding with a store of Retcon from under both UNIT and Torchwood’s collective noses.  Most of the records salvaged had remained intact, however, thanks to Toshiko and Ianto; and so Jack knew that wherever the Retcon had come from, it hadn’t been from what had been left of Torchwood One. 

It had to have come from the Hub.  That was the only explanation.

And there was only one person he could come up with that fit the admittedly limited criteria they’d managed to put into play.

Jack closed the cupboard door, taking a step back and almost colliding with a rack of various medical instruments.  The Retcon store was located in the larger storage area for the autopsy bay, next to the drugs cabinet.  Jack found it ironic that they kept that particular door locked always; and yet anyone could get to the Retcon, considering which one could be considered far more dangerous.

He picked up the PDA he’d been using for the inventory, staring at the small screen as if it was personally cursing at him.  They were definitely going to have to make the Retcon supply a lot less accessible.   Yet another thing he’d talk to Ianto about.

His mind went back to Suzie.  What he couldn’t fathom was why – if she was the one responsible – she’d felt the need to drug someone over a long period of time.   It didn’t make sense, unless whoever she was giving it to kept breaking through the memory block somehow…

And then, another thought struck him, and he cursed at the utter simplicity of it.


The captain cursed again as he jumped at Ianto’s voice.  He turned; his Second was standing in the doorway, the look on his human face questioning.  “Sorry,” Jack muttered.  “You startled me.”

“No, I’m sorry,” the dragon said, “but you looked like you’d just bitten into something that tasted horrible.”

“Yeah, figuratively, I might have.”  He ran a hand through his hair, while the other absently tapped the PDA lightly against his leg.  He met Ianto’s gaze squarely.  “Look, we always assumed that Suzie was working alone, killing those people in order to test the glove.”

Ianto nodded.  “That just made the most sense.”

“Well, suppose she wasn’t?” Jack pressed.  “Suppose she had an accomplice?”

He could see the thought settle itself in Ianto’s brain, and the dragon’s eyes widened in shock.  “Are you thinking that our murderer is this so-called accomplice?  And you think Suzie was responsible for our current killer?”

It made sense.  Far too much sense, in Jack’s opinion, and he said so.

Ianto chewed his thumbnail absently.  “It…might work,” he said slowly.  “Of course, it would beg the question: why did Suzie Retcon her own partner-in-crime?”

It was a good question.  “No idea,” Jack admitted.  “We’d have to find the person first and find out.  Maybe she Retconned him after whatever murder she’d done?  Or maybe she…created…a perfect accomplice by wiping his memories and planting new ones?  It’s not something I really want to even consider.”

“If you take this a bit further,” Ianto replied, “then, if this person knew Suzie was Torchwood, and if they broke the Retcon and discovered what they’d done, then writing ‘Torchwood’ in blood at the scenes of crime could have been their way of trying to get Suzie’s attention.”  He shook his head.  “It boggles the mind, Jack.”

“Yeah, it does.”  Jack really didn’t want to think this of Suzie.  It was bad enough that the glove had driven her to murder; for her to possibly have involved an innocent made him almost physically ill.  “Did you find anything at all at the crime scenes?”  What he didn’t add was ‘something that would exonerate Suzie?’.

Ianto nodded.  “I did.  It’s a probable connection between all three victims.”  He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a yellow paper.

Jack took it.  The paper turned out to be some sort of brochure, with the word ‘Pilgrim’ written on it.  He flipped it open, his confusion growing as he read just what Pilgrim was.  “And this links our victims?”

“Yes,” Ianto answered.  “I found that one in Alex Arwyn’s glove box.  There was a half-full box in a spare room closet at the Briscoe’s.”

“But why?  Why kill people over some metaphysical claptrap?”

The dragon shrugged.  “That’s the only thing I found.  I already have Tosh trying to trace the rest of the group, if there is anyone else.”

Jack nodded absently, staring at the brochure as if it held the mysteries of the Universe.   He tried to slot this new information into the puzzle that his mind had been putting together…and it didn’t fit.  He wanted to think this put Suzie in the clear; if he’d known anything about the woman, then it was her complete disregard for anything like what this group was about.  She wouldn’t have had anything to do with it.

And yet…it was the only thing they’d been able to find that linked the two murders…anything that wasn’t Torchwood.  Every bit of evidence that did point toward Torchwood, pointed toward Suzie Costello. 

“Jack,” Ianto cut into his brooding, “I think we should follow up on Suzie.   We need to either tie her into this, or exonerate her.  And I think we should start with her personal effects.”

The captain considered.  That made sense.  “Who packed up her belongings?”

“Toshiko and I did.  We wanted to make sure she hadn’t taken anything else out of the Hub.”

“Did you find anything?”

Ianto raised an eyebrow at him.  “I take it you didn’t read the report?” he asked forbiddingly, even though there was a twinkle in his eye that Jack interpreted as the dragon being amused.

He rolled his eyes.  “Pretend like I didn’t.”

That brought out a smirk.  “Really, Jack.”

“Well, that’s why you’re here…to give me the highlights of all that boring paperwork.” 

“And here I thought you hired me for my coffee-making skills.”

“There’s that, too!  And because your ass looks so good in pinstripes.”

“Do I have to remind you about the harassment rules?”

Jack leered.  “Constantly.  Makes me appreciate those Welsh vowels even more.”

Ianto sighed, shaking his head, his eyes sparkling.

Jack really wanted to kiss him.

It wasn’t just because of how playful Ianto looked in that moment.  It was the dragon’s brilliant changing of the subject, breaking Jack from his dark mood.  It was the very fact that Ianto had known what to do, knew Jack well enough to be able to diffuse what could have been a raging depression.  This case seemed to be hitting far too close to home, at the very heart of Jack’s family, and Ianto’s as well, and yet his Second had taken the chance in making that wise-ass comment in an attempt to make Jack feel better.

And it had worked. 

He hadn’t even been aware of moving, but suddenly he was standing right in Ianto’s personal space.  The dragon stood his ground, his ancient eyes meeting Jack’s squarely, his pale skin just a bit flushed.   “Are you going to harass me some more?” he whispered, his accent thicker than normal.

“Are you going to report me?” Jack asked, equally softly, wanting to take his cue from the being he was so close to.  Things were getting so much better between them, and if Ianto didn’t want him that near…

“I suppose we can overlook it this time.”

It was the answer Jack was looking for.

Goddess, it felt like forever since he’d kissed Ianto, he’d almost forgotten just how warm the dragon’s lips were against his, and how well they just seemed to fit together.  The slightest pressure from his tongue and Ianto’s mouth opened under his, and Jack took him up on the offer, beginning a leisurely exploration of the dragon’s human mouth, his hands grasping Ianto’s hips as he felt long-fingered hands rest on his shoulders.   Ianto’s tongue joined Jack’s in its exploration, and the immortal moaned softly, pulling Ianto even closer.

The kiss was like coming home.  Jack let himself fall into it, and lost track of time as the two melded together, mouths and tongues and hands moving slowly yet passionately until they had no choice but to break away to regain their breath.  He pulled back just enough to look at Ianto; the dragon looked back at him, his eyes soft and smiling.  “That was…” his voice faded out, as if he couldn’t come up with the right word to describe it.

“Yeah,” Jack agreed.   “Can we do that again?”

“I think I’d like that,” Ianto answered, “but I think we have work to do.”

Jack sighed.  “You’re right.”  He smiled.  “Thank you.”

The dragon cocked his head to the side in confusion.  “For what?”

“Just for being here.”

Ianto snorted quietly.  “I think you’re stuck with me…for as long as you want me.”

Forever, Jack wanted to answer, but didn’t dare.  Instead, he said lightly, “You’re going to get tired of me.”

“I very much doubt it.”  The dragon took a step back, leaving Jack’s embrace reluctantly.  “Come on,” he said.  “We need to get going.”

“Yes, duty calls.”  Jack forced down the disappointment he felt with Ianto’s withdrawal.  It had felt good to be that close to him once more; Jack had missed it, and he hadn’t even realized it until that first touch of lips on lips.  He could try to fool himself into believing that Ianto Jones didn’t mean all that much to him, but he got the impression that it just wouldn’t work anymore.

Jack had to face facts. 

He was very much in love with a certain dragon.   And there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.

Not that he’d necessarily want to.


The life of Suzie Costello filled one of the smaller rooms in the deepest part of the Hub.

Since the beginning, Torchwood had claimed the worldly possessions of their agents once they’d died.   Jack really didn’t see the point; it certainly meant that they’d run out of space eventually, and he wasn’t looking forward to trying to figure out what to do with generations of personal effects.  The damp had already ruined a lot of what had been stored there.  So many lives and memories lost to the chill and wet and darkness.  It would have been so much easier to simply destroy what wasn’t important, instead of letting it pile up.

It would have made a difference if anyone actually came down here, to learn about those who’d given their lives for Torchwood.  As it was, no one remembered. 

It was incredibly sad, really.

Ianto’s torch led the way, bobbing and dancing across the walls and floor as they made their way down.  Jack didn’t like being this far underground; it was almost a superstitious fear, one that he didn’t know where it had come from, but one he’d always had and berated himself for.  He wasn’t supposed to be like this; he was an enlightened 51st century guy, one who was patently unsuperstitious.  He just didn’t have time for this sort of thing.

Jack remembered that there’d been some talk – back before Alex had killed himself and his team – of moving all this stuff into a storage facility somewhere in Splott, but nothing had ever been done.   Jack supposed that, having all this mess in a public locker would have been asking for trouble; what if Torchwood forgot to pay the bill?

Or if something had happened to Torchwood itself?

The rattle of keys brought his attention back to the here and now; Ianto had stopped in front of one door, and was inserting a large brass key into the lock, twisting it strongly.  The dragon pulled the metal door open, revealing an even inkier darkness within.

“This is all that’s left of Suzie’s life,” Ianto murmured.

He pointed the torch within the room.  Boxes lined the walls, and the sharp scent of damp cardboard floated up to tickle Jack’s nostrils.  “Let’s do this,” he said, stepping into the cool room.  “With respect.”

Ianto didn’t answer; he simply headed toward one side, and Jack used his own torch and made his way in the opposite direction. 

They worked in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.  Jack rummaged through his side of the room, taking in what he found, realizing that he hadn’t known that much about Suzie after all.  She’d apparently loved to read, judging from the sheer amount of books; they all looked well-worn yet taken care of, and it bothered him that, someday, these testaments to Suzie’s life outside Torchwood would fall apart under the weight of years and mold, and she would be forgotten.

Then there were pictures.  Photos of the team for the most part, but several of an older man that was obviously Suzie’s father.  Jack frowned; Suzie had wiped her records on her way out, and while Toshiko had tried her hardest to get them back, the woman had been far too thorough.  They hadn’t been able to inform Suzie’s family of her demise.  This man would never know that his daughter had been a hero, until madness had claimed her brilliant mind.


He left the box he’d been searching, turning his light onto his second.  Ianto stood next to yet another box, holding something that looked disturbingly familiar.

“Shit,” Jack breathed, as he saw the word “Pilgrim” emblazoned on the soggy pamphlet in Ianto’s hand.



Yay, Jack and Ianto kissing! Still, work to do - and I seem to remember that Ianto's heart is broken four times before he's truly happy? IDK, I could be wrong about that...
No, you would be right... *winks*
Oh good, yet, oh crap. I can't remember how many times it's happened already. I'm thinking two so far. I have some of these on my Kindle now, but I must see if I have them all, as it seems a little choppy and I think I'm missing something vital.
The shorts I don't have on PDF, so you could be missing things. Sorry about that...
That's okay. I just think I haven't read them all on your journal, either. I really do need to sit down and catch up. I just feel like I'm behind somehow. I know I need to read the one with Lisa, for definite.
right next to the girl with the dragon tattoo book.
Your going in my nook. Your going in my nook. You re all going in my NOOK!!!!

Really enjoying this. Keep it up.
Thank you!

Does this mean I'm going on your Nook? I'm not sure... *grins*
Ohhhhh good call on where they store the deceased employee's stuff. Although Torchwood not paying the bill for the storage lockers makes me think of all the crack-pot alien hunters circling like vultures when the storage place auctioned off the contents! *laughs*
Yay tentative back together again stuff. But of course we know what's coming with Suzie. They were a bit careless with that retcon! Looking forward to more and now I have to go off to work. Thankfully holiday next week when I'm hoping some fluffy bunnies or any bunnies will reappear.
Take care
Yes, they were a bit careless. Of course, more security measures will have consequences later on.. *winks*

*sends pink-dyed bunnies your way*

You too!

Thanks! It just didn't make any sense to me. And yes, I thought the same thing. Can you see the auction on that? It would be way too funny. *giggles*
Awwww that was great and I'm glad Suzie's stuff in stored in the hub - makes much more sense
Thanks! Yes, it just didn't make sense to me that they'd use off-site storage.

Glad you liked it!
Such a depressing idea..all the personal stuff rotting away. people being forgotten, father not knowing about his daughter..
I find it very hard to clear away things after a loved one has died. You come across 'secret' parts of their lives, some good and some bad and you can never ask them about it..
I know, it was. It depressed me writing it. It's kinda a metaphor for Jack and Ianto in a way...so long-lived some day they may forget things.

Oh yes, I know the feeling about that. *hugs*
Glad Jack is admitting to himself that he loves Ianto, too bad we know he screws it up again in the future. Twice yet is it? Oh bugger! I can't wait to see how you handle the rest of this.
Jack is just the King of Self-Delusion, I think.

Two more times, yes.... *laughs maniacally*


Oh, I know...it did take them a while, didn't it? *grins*
Very good chapter! Love that Ianto and Jack are taking steps to work towards a relationship.
Thanks! Yes, a few steps...we'll see how it goes. :)

Glad you liked it!
wow that was one hot kiss!.

Loved your change I agree
Thank you! I love writing them kissing. :)

Glad you liked it, hon.
Aww... glad they're getting close again. :)

Oh shoot, this is not looking good...
Hm...could be.. *winks*