Out of Place Chapter 7

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Nick studied the scene over the shoulder of the fed keeping them out, he could see three bodies, one partially obscured by a metal bin but the other two out in the open. Somehow the feds had beaten them here and were now keeping them out because of the apparent mob connection. Add on to that the fact that Jasmine had disappeared and he had a headache forming, “Look, we have jurisdiction here. Don’t ask me how, or how to prove it, we just do, OK?”

“No, CSI Stokes, it’s not OK. This scene is in our hands.”

“Have you looked at all the bodies? This is not a run of the mill case… Look, Greg, where has she got to?”

“No idea.” His boyfriend had been scanning the street but hadn’t seen her, “She’s vanished”

“Great.”

Two tall men approached the cordon and pushed past them, lifting the tape and going under it without saying a word. The fed looked around in shock and grabbed the last one by the arm, “Hey, you can’t go in there.”

“Erm, yes we can actually. We’re specialists.” The man had a thick Welsh accent and a friendly, slightly smug smile. His partner had stopped and turned back to join the conversation

He baulked slightly but didn’t let go, “I didn’t know the UK was co-operating with us on this case.”

“We’re not.” Jack flashed him a megawatt grin, which fell completely flat in the darkness, “We’re taking over your scene. Come on Yan, let’s leave the nice man to do his job and make sure we’re not disturbed. Oh, hey, CSIs Stokes and Sanders?”

“Yeah, Captain Harkness, Mr Jones, what are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Jack asked with a laugh, “What are you doing out there? Come on, it’s your scene.”

They shrugged at each other and ducked under the tape to join the two Torchwood agents who waited for them. They greeted them with warm, firm handshakes before turning to the scene, “So, what have we got? Two humans and a Weevil, one of them actually killed by said Weevil I understand.”

“So how do you know about this?”

“It came through on the messaging service. We’re having a slow day so we figured, what the hell?” Jack laughed, “So where is she?”

“I’m over here.” Jasmine’s voice hailed them from the back of the alley, “Been waiting for you.” She was crouched by the body of a Weevil and looked up at them with a grin as they approached, “There’s always an easier way to get where you want to be. Especially if you do gymnastics and have lots of experience of getting to places other people don’t want you to be. What are you two doing here?”

Jack pulled her up and into a hug, squeezing her against him tightly, then let her go on to Ianto who actually picked her up, “Heya baby, missed you too.”

“Oh you have no idea how much.” She smiled up at him when he put her down, resting her hands on his shoulders gently, “So you’ve come to help out?”

“And flirt some with my favourite girl, yeah.” Ianto laughed, “So where do we start?”

“We start with you getting out of my crime scene.” She teased, standing on tip-toes to kiss him gently on the lips, “Go on, go play with the FBI. Actually, get them out of there. Really out. Send them home.”

Ianto nodded and turned for the end of the alley, trailing a bemused looking Jack in his wake. Jazz watched for just long enough to see the captain grab hold of his lover just beyond the crime scene tape, “That’s my good deed for the day. I wish they were all that pleasant.”

“Good deed?” Nick asked, pulling on his gloves

“Yeah, Ianto loves a possessive Jack.” She grinned naughtily and donned her own gloves, gesturing to the alley, “One body each? I’ll take the Weevil.”

“I got the one in the middle.” Nick said

“So I’m at the end.” Greg picked up his kit and headed towards the far end of the alley.

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He finished with the body carefully, it was a simple gunshot wound to the back, more would be revealed at autopsy. Some wounding that appeared to be from a wild animal, presumably the Weevil. He groaned and sat back on his heels, looking up at Jack and Ianto who were leaning on opposite sides of the alley watching him, “You want a look, I’m done here?” They ducked under the tape again and he showed them what he’d found, “Clawed by a Weevil on his front, must have been ante-mortem judging by the blood. Then a single gunshot wound to the back, which killed him. Either that or he bled out from a combination of the injuries and the gunshot wound. We’ll be able to tell with an autopsy.”

“OK, want to see what the others have got?”

“I’m game.” He let Jack help him up and stretched, “God I’m glad I’m not doing this in Cardiff. Better in the warmth of Vegas than the rain of Wales.”

“Amen to that.” Jack laughed, his volume increasing when Ianto slapped his arse, “Hey, I will admit that Cardiff has its advantages.” The young man merely smirked. “Hey Nick, good to see you again, what have you got?”

The Texan looked up and smiled at Jack, but it was tense, “I don’t know what to make of it. He’s been badly mauled, but it didn’t bleed. He was already dead. I’m not a coroner, but that much is clear.”

“Oi, Jay, how’s our Weevil buddy?” Jack hollered

She laughed and pulled herself up, coming over to join them, “Killed with a 9mm.”

“A 9mm, that’s unlikely.” Jack folded his arms and leaned back, “Even I can’t do it with one shot.”

“I know, unless you get very lucky.”

“He got lucky?”

She grinned, “You know it, mouth shot.”

“A mouth shot?” A voice came form behind them and they swung round, “I dream of those.”

“John!” Jazz whirled round as he caught her up and kissed him, lacing her arms around his neck, then pulling back, “Hm, we’re on duty John.”

“We’re always on duty.” He moaned, “And I’ve missed you.”

“Horny git.” She laughed and pushed him away slightly, “Later baby, later. Right now, two dead men and a dead weevil. And bad news.” She ran her hand through her hair. “It’s not the one that killed Ellen and Mike.”

“What, you mean there’s more than one?” Nick asked, “Great.”

“More than one in Vegas.” Ianto shook his head, “It doesn’t make sense, there’s no rift here. How can you tell?”

“Wrong height, Mike Gartan was 6’1”, that’s an inch taller than you two. This weevil is an inch shorter than me.” She beckoned Jack over and stood face to face with him, “Now, if you try to fend me off… We know from experience that there’s no way I can reach your neck. Even if I had the strength of a Weevil.”

“Could it have jumped on him?”

“No, nothing to jump from. And the injuries were sustained, a prolonged attack. The weevil that attacked him was what, about half a foot taller?”

“So how are multiple weevils getting to Vegas, unless there’s another way apart from the rift?”

Jack raised his wrist, wrapping his arm around the back of Jay’s neck so that he could study the readout over her shoulder. She huffed theatrically, “What you looking at?”

“You know we tagged those Weevils about six months ago so we could keep tabs on the population?”

“Yeah?”

”Well this one was in Cardiff at the time.”

“Oh. So someone or something brought this weevil from Cardiff to Vegas. Why? And how?” She looked around, flashing her torch beam around the alley, “And… What were the guys doing here?”

“Welcome to Vegas honey.” Greg chuckled.