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Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: “I am, but they took Owen…”
AN: I have no idea what’s going on.
Ben was the one to chase after them. There were a few flights before they hit the ground floor. “Owen, shouldn’t we be taking them into custody?” Martha asked.
“They have guns. We do not. I’d say we’re a bit out of the league.” He pulled her into an empty room.
“How long before Ianto can get here?”
“Ten minutes, I don’t think we have that long.” He ducked and brought Martha down with him.
Martha switched her comm on. “Ianto, it’s Martha. How far are you from the hospital?”
“We’re a few minutes. What’s happening?”
“Apparently the people behind this are a part of the Pharm, PH. They’ve sent their killer and someone else. I think Owen knows more.”
“Are you with the body?”
“No, we sealed off the room before we saw them.”
“You’re in a lockable room?”
Martha winced at the sound of the lock scrapings. “He’s trying to get through. And the window’s still ten feet from the ground.”
“All right, Martha, get out first. You’ll have to help Owen out of the window. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
“All right.” She switched her comm off. “I’ll help you when I get down.” Owen nodded and helped Martha out of the window. “Okay, come on.” He stuck his legs out and rested on the ceil. He jumped down just as Ben grabbed for him. Part of the coat was in his hand, but they were able to wrestle it from him.
Ben slammed his hand down, but looked at who had run from him. “Owen, why are you here?"
“We’re friends,” Ben falsely cheered.
“Not anymore.”
“Oh, don’t you like me anymore?”
Owen didn’t say anything as a yell came from within the room. “Drop you weapon and step away from the window,” Gwen commanded from the doorway.
“I don’t think so.” He jumped headfirst and flipped to land on his feet. Running toward the parking lot, he grabbed Owen and made him run. “Keep up. We’re going to need you.”
He fumbled a lot for it, but Ben received another shock as Owen pulled the stun gun back out. Ben stumbled, but didn’t let go. “Bill, let’s get going,” he called to the car pulled by them. He threw Owen into the back before jumping in the front.
Gwen came out of the doors and started shooting at the car. She busted a window before they made it to the street. “There wasn’t a license plate,” she reported.
Ianto came out second, heading to Martha. “Are you alright?”
“I am, but they took Owen. There were two, one called Bill; the other was a former friend of Owen’s.”
"Did you catch a name?”
No, but there was a man Marie mentioned, Ben Slate. Could it be him?” Ianto hardened at the mention and walked back to the SUV, calling Jack on the way. “Who’s Ben Slate?”
“I have no clue.” Martha and Gwen jogged to catch up with him.
Ianto was in the driver’s seat when Jack picked up. “Ianto, why are you calling?”
“Ben has Owen. He’s somehow connected to the recent victim.” The girls were getting into the SUV while he started the vehicle.
“How is he connected?”
"Martha will have to give the full rundown at the Hub. He still has his comm; is it possible for Tosh to trace immediately?” Ianto waited as Jack talked to her for a minute. He watched the stoplight while waiting for a response.
“Tosh is sending directions to the computer. Who’s in the back?”
Ianto quickly checked. “Martha, you’re going to tell me where to go. The map will have Owen’s comm on it. Jack, follow or retrieve?”
“Get him back. We don’t know what they’ll do to him or how they’ll treat him with the pregnancy.”
“Martha, if there’s a quicker way or a way to cut them off, tell me that instead.”
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It took them ten minutes to catch up. “Damn it, they found us,” Ben exclaimed, looking back at the vehicle.
“Why did you grab the guy?”
“You want to know who’s investigating?”
“I already know who’s investigating. That girl was UNIT. I’m guess him and the bunch are Torchwood. You took him so you could have something on the side.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Copley has me on overtime to take care of your mess with the spray. He had me going after this guy, but someone else came up. I was supposed to get back to him.”
“Well, you got back to him.” Billy glared at him as they tried speeding away from the SUV.
“Slow them down.”
“How? The vehicle’s probably reinforced.”
“Find how they’re tracking him.” Ben sighed and climbed into the back, on top of Owen. “Don’t even start that.”
“I wasn’t going to.” He pulled apart the jacket and started searching for items, throwing out his cell phone, iPod and wallet, after pocketing the cards and money. “I don’t see anything. Hey,” he said, shaking him, “what else do you have?” Owen just stared up at him. He slapped him across the face. “What else?” He went to slap him again.
“Check him over; this time, include inside his clothes.” Ben smirked as he placed his hands beneath Owen’s shirt. He ran his hands over the nipples a couple of times before going further. He slid one arm in the front of his jean before being thrown back with a targeted punch. He growled and grabbed his wrists. Placing both in one hand, he used the other to search his pants. He went more roughly than under his shirt, scratching his skin while trying to find the comm. He grabbed and tried to force out a response, but the response was more struggling. “Ben, not now.”
Ben chuckled and leaned on top of Owen, using his full body to keep him down. “If you have anything else, tell me now or I will be the one to strip you in holding and you won’t have anything to wear.” He just glared up at him. Ben chuckled as he saw the odd shape coming out of his cheek. “Ohh, very good, Doctor Harper.” He squeezed on the sides of Owen’s jaw to force his mouth open. He grabbed the comm resting on the tongue and chucked it out the window. “I don’t think they have anything else on him.”
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“The comm’s not on Owen anymore. I just saw him throwing it out,” Gwen mentioned. Ianto nodded and sped up, forcing the SUV to keep up with the car.
“Ianto, what’s happening?” Tosh yelled over the comms.
“They’ve dumped everything he had on him except his clothes.”
“Do we have the back-up tracker set up yet?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, if he has his leather jacket on.” She started typing on her computer.
“Ianto, where exactly are you? Is there any place you can force them over?”
“Martha, parking lots?”
“None.” Ianto pushed the limit keeping up with the car, but at the last moment before the turning of a light, the car made a hard right. After waiting for the light, he moved to follow. Going down the way they did led to a dead end. They were not seen.
“Gwen, that side. Martha, stay in the car.” Ianto started running along one side while Gwen started on the other. Both were looking for any trace of the car. They both ran down to the end and walked more carefully back up the street. “Nothing, Gwen?”
“Nothing, it’s like they vanished into thin air.”
“Martha, anything on the other tracker?”
“I don’t have anything on my screen.”
“Ianto, the tracker’s being blocked,” Tosh reported.
"Jack, we’ve lost them.”
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Get back to the Hub. We can’t do anything. Ianto, can you pick up a quick order?”
“Yes, sir.”
