Lisa Baker looked up at the stone wall, unable to fathom an entry.
"Bloody Torchwood, bloody Cardiff." she muttered, wrapping her arms around her torso as a relief from the cold weather.
There had to be a camera somewhere, right? A microphone, a guard? A bit primitive for 21st century Cardiff, maybe, but it was possible. Ussually Lisa would be the one covering it, sneaking past it, but sometimes the end justified the means, and the plan today was to get caught. No matter what the consequences, she needed inside that building. Something needed to see, hear or find her.
"Hello? I'm here! Come and get me!" she taunted, nonchantly, jumping about and continuing to check all cracks for something. Anything. Grr...
She sat down on the wall opposite, taking a small piece of lined paper out of one pocket of her trench coat. She'd spent the last three months following The Doctor, trying to get to him or get a message to him, and then he'd vanished again.
"Off to another bloody time." she muttered out loud.
Unable to catch him up, she'd done the next best thing possible. She'd hunted down the nearest Torchwood office, the one where she knew a certain 51st century travveller could be found, or would return to god-willing. And luckily, this person knew The Doctor. And could know the answer to her question because of it... If she could ever reach the bastard!

Ianto walked through the Cardiff city centre. He had in one hand a tray full of piping hot coffees, and in the other a bag of freshly baked, well at least warm cookies and cakes for the Torchwood crew. Good God they were big coffee drinkers. Hot suprising really the hours that they all worked.

Susie had just found a strange glove thing. It was completely made out of metal so a gauntlet to be precise. and she wanted to know the properties of it. What itdid, how it did it. Tosh was on the case, but he had been informed to be ready to back her up at a moment's notice. And also having access to the records he could help her identify similar items, made of the same metal or of the same design. He was walking back to the hub.

He just started walking past the Millennium Centre inscribed with the words 'Creu Gwir fel gwydr o ffwrnais awen' which meant 'Creating truth like glass from the furnace of inspiration'. Ianto found this so funny.

Truth whilst they were under the ground. Working, beyond the knowledge of many of the people who lived in the city. He looked around the pedstrianised area. He saw few people out today. There were a couple looking out over the bay watching the wave come in. Like he and Lisa used to.

no one else in the hub knew about what had happened to Lisa. No one seemed to care. He had her locked in the Basement, attached to a cyber conversion unit. Hoping that he could get help for her before she dies completely thriugh the pain that was inflicted upon her.

He saw another woman standing on the square. She was walking around there. Trying to attract attention. Shouting. almost trying to get someone. He recieved a quick text from Jack. It said bring her into the hub.

'Easy enough' Ianto thought. He walked over to her.'Hey,' He said looking at he freiendily and smiling gently. 'Who you looking for?' He asked politely.

She was obviously looking for someone. That is why she was attracting so much attention, or trying to, at least.

Lisa seemed surprised to see someone from the outside world intercepting her. She looked from Ianto's face, to the tray of coffees - longingly - and back to him. She almost laughed, this guy couldn't be from Torchwood. But the stern look, the lightly buzzing phone, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly where he was hinted otherwise.
She played the dumb act. "Who, me?" she asked, smiling gingerly, "Nothing. Just waiting for someone." Her fingers traced the pendant around her neck, the alien symbols face up, knowing that if he was who he seemed to be, he'd get the picture.
"You see, I once saw this place in Scotland called Torchwood House." she added, "And I heard there was one like it in Cardiff."
She lent back against the wall, where she supposed the door had to be somewhere. Lisa couldn't help but think about the phone. Had someone inside seen her then, sent out a message to get her? Or disable her...? Every task had it's risks. And to forget that fact was the biggest risk of all.

'Oh Torchwood House Yes i know where that is. Yeah it is high up in the Scottish mountains.' Ianto replied, looking inquisitively at her pendant. It was of curious design. It had a dull metallic glint to it, there were a variety of swirls and symbols.

'But there is no Torchwood House around here. I'm sure there isn't. We can go and check if you want to though, I work in a tourist information office and there is always going to be some leaflet in there which says where it is.' He continued smiling gently.

She would think it a bit strange a tray full of coffee's for just one person really he supposed. but he was an obsessive coffee drinker, he could drink all of them. Or offer her one, as her eyes had lingered over them earlier, he had noticed.

He wasn't armed at the moment, because walking through Cardiff with a gun wasn't a good idea. Owen had done it once and had got himself stopped at the first shop he had gone into. Then had to explain to the security guards that he wasn't a robber, and he was doing something important. He then got strip searched and Jack had gone to pick him up. Owen had never really gotten over the fact that Jack had taken the piss out of his abs for weeks after the car journey back to base.

Luckily though Ianto could throw a good punch, and could have the woman on the ground within a second in a position where she would be unable to do any harm.

He continued through the streets and down the wooden decking and walked into the Tourist information office, holding the door open for the woman.

He turn round to her. 'Sorry i didn't tell you my name I'm Ianto.' He said with another reassuring smile.

Lisa smiled warily, following his line of sight. Maybe this would be alot easier. Though she didn't know his skills, she could pack a punch too, as she'd once been told. One fist was, admittedly, clenched at her side, just in case.
"I'm Lisa." she replied, finding no reason to hide her identity. After all, she was here for answers, and what good were they under the wrong name.
She walked into the room, her first thoughts being it looked nothing like a tourist's office in the slightest. Sure, there were leaflets, but that was about it. Shrugginf off her long scarf, and unbottoning her coat, glad to be in the warmth, she followed him as he walked past.

Ianto placed the coffee and cakes on the counter stepped behind it himself and closed the lid. 'right then Lisa I'll Start searching the area on the internet for Torchwood house in London. And you sit down. Have a coffee go on. You look like you need it.' He said to Lisa remembering her look at the coffee. Owen could go without some of the coffee, he knew it would piss him off but he didn't care.

He truned his attention back to his screen. he clicked on the internal email system of the Torchwood Group.

He clicked on Jack's name and wrote

He pressed the send button and continued his fake search of the internet. Just waiting for Jack to turn up.

(sorry took so long to arrive and for the crappyness)

Jack twirled a pen between his fingers, absentmindedly sucking on the end as he watched the screen. People didn't often come looking for Torchwood. Those who did were either assumed stupid by the police or else decided for themselves that they were crazy.

Things worked on many levels when it came to Torchwood. On the one level were the desk men, those who lived in the office- never tried to get into the feild. Then there were the others. Who tended to be more than a little off and only enter the office to deliver a report. In Torchwood three, they didn't have the luxury of being able to define the two. Which was possibly the reason he was the leader. They wanted to keep him out of the way- what better way to do that than to keep him too busy for anything but work?

It was ingenius.

It was the same reason he'd told Ianto to let the girl in. Nobody lasted for very long in this office if they didn't take risks every now and again. So, what was the problem with letting somebody in to quash all of their thoughts of alien tech?

He smiled and fixed his eyes on the screen. In the same moment- he decided two things.

1. So long as she was out there, the coffee would be kept away from him.
2. He really wanted that coffee.

He made a soft noise of annoyance and stepped towards the lift. Large entrances were fun, sure enough. But why not make her wonder?

Within a few minutes, he was up and out, the lift barely having stopped before he left the step. He set off at a quick walk- pushed open the door and gave Ianto a bright smile.

'Hey. That the coffee, good'

Lisa took a sip of the warm coffee, smiling at Ianto gratefully. There was a double bluff going on here, even if he didn't realise it. She kept an eye on the back of the screen anyway, just in case something turned up, who he tried something. She let the hot, milky substance roll down her throat, relishing the taste of the first coffee she'd had in weeks.
And man! Did she feel awake now.
Taking another sip, she suddenly jumped as the lift door opened and an authoritive looking man sashayed through. Him! Standing to her feet, quickly downing the coffee in case she wouldn't get another chance to drink it and wincing slightly at the gasping heat, she approached him.
"Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood 3, Cardiff. 51st century, correct?" she asked, a hopeful and slightly scared look clouding her features like the milk in the coffee. Her scarf hung loosely round her neck, and the trench coat was abandoned on the back of the chair, showing her to be wearing dark jeans, a pair of scruffy black trainers and a leafy green t-shirt, a small amount of blood on the shoulder where a thick piece of once-white cloth was wrapped around the skin.

Now that was an odd thing. She knew him and she was drinking his coffee. Humouring her was out of the question. It was time for down right lies. As he bent over to reach for a coffee, he gave Ianto a significant look before turning back to Lisa with a slightly confused smile.
'Jack Harkness, yes. But I think you might be confusing me with somebody else'
Nobody outside of Torchwood was meant to know about him. Hell, even Torchwood was sketchy on the details- he'd made sure of that. It was possibly more the fact that he could identify more than they could that outwieghed the fact that he wouldn't allow them to know much.

An odd thing by far. She wasn't mixed up, she couldn't be, could she? What exactly were the chances that there'd be two people who knew Ianto called Jack Harkness. She rubbed her shoulder.
"Ah, well, that's the funny thing." she mused, looking as confused as he did, "Since you didn't comment on the 51st century comment back there, I beg to differ." She smirked slightly, barely a couple of inches from Jack and standing her ground with difficulty.
Despite being unwilling to trust, something about this man's expected untrustworthy nature compelled her to. But she didn't argue. She looked across to Ianto briefly, still baffled by him, then shrugged.
"Well, if you're sure, I guess I could put an ad in the paper under the 'lost' tab." she suggested, turning back towards the door and thanking Ianto for the coffee.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
Though the same word swang through his head like a skipping CD track, Jack forced himself to keep his face straight.
'I thought you were joking. The 51st century is a bit out of my way, don't you think? I mean, do you think I can travel in time? I'm no Ti-...character in a cheesy sci fi' He kept the smile on his face, raising one dark eyebrow 'Or do you really think something's up with me?'
When she spoke again, he grimaced, his back firmly to Ianto. I hate clever people
They always seemed to find away around him. It was like working with the con men again. Only this time, he was comming away with the faulty 077E- cruiser.
'Why is it you're looking for this guy, anyway?'

She paused in the door, a triumphant look on her face, and raised her eyebrows, turning back to face him.
"You look good for your age, anyway," she shrugged, flirtilly, "Why share my secrets if you don't share yours?" She swung out her hands arm a fluid gesture, her shirt folding back to reveal the bandage.
Damn.
"I need answers." she confessed, "And I think he can answer them. Savvy?"
Man, why was she saying all this? The guy was dragging the words of out her with his charm, without even lifting a finger. Apparantly an eyebrow did it.

Ianto just briefly heard snaps of the heated conversation. 'Jack... 51st century....No.'

He wasn't really paying attention, he knew that arguments could become worse if someone else butted in with an odd statement. He had found that out often enough with Jack and Owen arguing. They often argued, and sometimes it was about incredibly mundane things, mainly Weevils and who should drive the SUV.

He looked around and saw Lisa, his girlfriends name, reveal a blood soaked bandage on her arm. He started rushing about and collecting the first aid kit from behind the desk.

(sorry super crappy post)

Lisa looked embarrassed that Ianto had seen the bandage, but let him do his work. Even if he did find a way to heal the wound that nobody else could, partly because only one other person had looked at it and he was now in no condition to help, it wouldn't mean anything. In a way, she was grateful, both for his caring attitude and his good sense not to but into the argument. Obviously he and Jack had a good understanding going too.
She continued watching Captain Jack Harkness, the empty cup of coffee left lazily on the table, as she wished she hadn't drunk it so fast. Coffee was damn good stuff. The drink of life, so to speak. She couldn't think of anything else to add, so she just stood and took in everything around her, and about the two men surrounded her. Come to think of it, if they thought her a threat together or alone both men were capable of taking her down. But oddly the fact didn't bother her so much as it had.