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The team was gathered in the conference room a few days later. Ever since Marcia had arrived there had been non stop weevil activity. Sightings had increased dramatically, even in the daytime, but thankfully attacks had been rare.
Jack stood at the head of the table, a small smirk on his face despite the situation, loving, as always being the center of attention. Investigations always reminded him of the old mystery movies. There was something very sexy about being the lead man in a mystery movie.
Ianto cleared his throat, and Jack startled from his thoughts. The Welshman was giving him a look that somehow managed to be amused and disapproving all at once. He had to wonder, sometimes, just how much Ianto could read from his mind.
Jack gave him a blinding smile, and started the meeting off, sliding a stack of folders down the long table. Gwen caught them, distributing them to the other team members.
"Okay so something is up with the weevils. Either they're changing, a new sub-species has popped up, or… something else. This is obviously not a good thing.” Jack began.
“What do we know so far? Ianto?"
"I'm not quite sure.” Ianto answered, he studied the wood grain on the table for a moment, before getting up suddenly and starting to pace. Jack imagined he could almost hear the padding of soft paws following him across the room.
“If they’re anything like Marcia, they’re definitely more powerful. According to Owen's scans she's rating higher psy levels then weevils normally do, and well I do spend a bit of time with them every day, and none of them have ever interacted with me like that.”
“Specifics.” Owen said shortly, without looking up, already scribbling notes on the front of the folder.
“She’s testing my shields… um, sort of the way you’d jiggle the handle on a locked door. Well, more like kicking at a locked door. I think she’s just curious.”
“Physical symptoms?” The doctor asked.
“It makes my brain itch.” Ianto said with a shrug, and Tosh let out a laugh.
“It does.” He defended himself, before continuing. “We know they all have some sort of connection, we've seen them react to each others pain, death, but this is the first time one has tried anything with me. I didn't think they were even...aware of me. Jack, have you ever sensed anything from them like that?"
"Nope, never." Jack said with a quick head shake.
"Exactly.” Ianto said, finally stilling, leaning against the wall near Jack. “So what’s different about this weevil?
"Owen? You've been running tests for days, you got anything new for us?"
"Well like I told you before, there doesn't seem to be any difference. She's a..weevil. She's bigger, healthier, maybe a better diet? But I can't explain how that could increase her psychic powers. Or, for that matter how this one weevil is eating better then the other weevils. Weevils eat...anything. I've never seen a weevil suffer malnutrition. They'll eat shit, for fucks sake."
"Hmm well I've been working on weevil migration all afternoon, and I have some disturbing results." Jack stood up and went to a cork board map of Cardiff that was propped against the wall, filled with color coded pins. "Weevils are on the move. We've had sightings popping up more frequently. Now the odd thing is, all of the day sightings? They’re heading towards where we picked up Marcia, and even taking into account some exaggeration they’re bigger than usual. The weevils that we’ve tagged and released though, they’re all heading away from there.”
Tosh raised a hand. "Jack there's a button in the database that shows that." She typed something on her computer, and on the monitor at the head of the table a map of the city popped up with glowing pins. "You can even click them for more information." She tapped a few more keys and the screen split, showing another map, with moving dots that indicated the tagged weevils.
Jack scowled playfully and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. "Show off. So anyway, the weevils are on the move. Why?"
Gwen leaned forward. "We've had even more police reports come in. We've had more weevil sightings today then we've had in the last week. So far no attacks, but I don't know how long that's going to last."
"Ianto...I don't suppose to you could have a vision, or something about this right about now huh?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. I can't see the future!" his hand shot out and grabbed Jack's map a split second before it started to fall, and Jack lifted an eyebrow.
Ianto sighed. "I'm not a Magic 8 Ball Jack. I can't just shake my head and come up with something. The visions come when they feel like it."
"Forget weevils, we want lottery numbers!" Owen said. leaning forward with a grin.
"27 18 42 55 12 07. Can we be serious now?"
Owen and Tosh both scribbled down the numbers before nodding.
Jack sat back and tapped his fingers against the table." So...we have a lot of questions, no answers, a bunch of scared and running weevils, and possibly a new, bigger, meaner type of weevil to deal with. Wonderful.”
He sighed before, standing up. “Okay team, lets keep out eyes open for any more information we can get. Be ready to move out if there's any reports of weevil attacks or weevil's in populated areas."
They all pushed back from the table, standing, when Ianto froze. Gwen was the first to reach him, touching his elbow. “Ianto? “ she asked gently.
He blinked and looked embarrassed, rubbing at his ear. "Um we're going to have another sighting any minute. Near the chip shop around the corner."
The others stared for a second, and Jack grinned. They still hadn’t gotten used to Ianto’s scattershot psychic abilities, and Ianto hadn’t gotten used to the attention it garnered.
"Good to know!” Jack clapped his hands together, and his grin widened. “Thanks for the heads up."
"I'll make coffee." Ianto murmured, moving quickly from the room, still blushing slightly.
Jack stood at the head of the table, a small smirk on his face despite the situation, loving, as always being the center of attention. Investigations always reminded him of the old mystery movies. There was something very sexy about being the lead man in a mystery movie.
Ianto cleared his throat, and Jack startled from his thoughts. The Welshman was giving him a look that somehow managed to be amused and disapproving all at once. He had to wonder, sometimes, just how much Ianto could read from his mind.
Jack gave him a blinding smile, and started the meeting off, sliding a stack of folders down the long table. Gwen caught them, distributing them to the other team members.
"Okay so something is up with the weevils. Either they're changing, a new sub-species has popped up, or… something else. This is obviously not a good thing.” Jack began.
“What do we know so far? Ianto?"
"I'm not quite sure.” Ianto answered, he studied the wood grain on the table for a moment, before getting up suddenly and starting to pace. Jack imagined he could almost hear the padding of soft paws following him across the room.
“If they’re anything like Marcia, they’re definitely more powerful. According to Owen's scans she's rating higher psy levels then weevils normally do, and well I do spend a bit of time with them every day, and none of them have ever interacted with me like that.”
“Specifics.” Owen said shortly, without looking up, already scribbling notes on the front of the folder.
“She’s testing my shields… um, sort of the way you’d jiggle the handle on a locked door. Well, more like kicking at a locked door. I think she’s just curious.”
“Physical symptoms?” The doctor asked.
“It makes my brain itch.” Ianto said with a shrug, and Tosh let out a laugh.
“It does.” He defended himself, before continuing. “We know they all have some sort of connection, we've seen them react to each others pain, death, but this is the first time one has tried anything with me. I didn't think they were even...aware of me. Jack, have you ever sensed anything from them like that?"
"Nope, never." Jack said with a quick head shake.
"Exactly.” Ianto said, finally stilling, leaning against the wall near Jack. “So what’s different about this weevil?
"Owen? You've been running tests for days, you got anything new for us?"
"Well like I told you before, there doesn't seem to be any difference. She's a..weevil. She's bigger, healthier, maybe a better diet? But I can't explain how that could increase her psychic powers. Or, for that matter how this one weevil is eating better then the other weevils. Weevils eat...anything. I've never seen a weevil suffer malnutrition. They'll eat shit, for fucks sake."
"Hmm well I've been working on weevil migration all afternoon, and I have some disturbing results." Jack stood up and went to a cork board map of Cardiff that was propped against the wall, filled with color coded pins. "Weevils are on the move. We've had sightings popping up more frequently. Now the odd thing is, all of the day sightings? They’re heading towards where we picked up Marcia, and even taking into account some exaggeration they’re bigger than usual. The weevils that we’ve tagged and released though, they’re all heading away from there.”
Tosh raised a hand. "Jack there's a button in the database that shows that." She typed something on her computer, and on the monitor at the head of the table a map of the city popped up with glowing pins. "You can even click them for more information." She tapped a few more keys and the screen split, showing another map, with moving dots that indicated the tagged weevils.
Jack scowled playfully and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. "Show off. So anyway, the weevils are on the move. Why?"
Gwen leaned forward. "We've had even more police reports come in. We've had more weevil sightings today then we've had in the last week. So far no attacks, but I don't know how long that's going to last."
"Ianto...I don't suppose to you could have a vision, or something about this right about now huh?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. I can't see the future!" his hand shot out and grabbed Jack's map a split second before it started to fall, and Jack lifted an eyebrow.
Ianto sighed. "I'm not a Magic 8 Ball Jack. I can't just shake my head and come up with something. The visions come when they feel like it."
"Forget weevils, we want lottery numbers!" Owen said. leaning forward with a grin.
"27 18 42 55 12 07. Can we be serious now?"
Owen and Tosh both scribbled down the numbers before nodding.
Jack sat back and tapped his fingers against the table." So...we have a lot of questions, no answers, a bunch of scared and running weevils, and possibly a new, bigger, meaner type of weevil to deal with. Wonderful.”
He sighed before, standing up. “Okay team, lets keep out eyes open for any more information we can get. Be ready to move out if there's any reports of weevil attacks or weevil's in populated areas."
They all pushed back from the table, standing, when Ianto froze. Gwen was the first to reach him, touching his elbow. “Ianto? “ she asked gently.
He blinked and looked embarrassed, rubbing at his ear. "Um we're going to have another sighting any minute. Near the chip shop around the corner."
The others stared for a second, and Jack grinned. They still hadn’t gotten used to Ianto’s scattershot psychic abilities, and Ianto hadn’t gotten used to the attention it garnered.
"Good to know!” Jack clapped his hands together, and his grin widened. “Thanks for the heads up."
"I'll make coffee." Ianto murmured, moving quickly from the room, still blushing slightly.
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Date: Friday, July 17th, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)*writes them down herself*
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Date: Friday, July 17th, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Saturday, July 18th, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)One teeny typo, assume this should be definitely.
"they’re defiantly more powerful"
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Date: Saturday, July 18th, 2009 04:21 pm (UTC)