There was a strange man in the Hub when Jack and Gwen got back from a mission - Ianto hadn't shot him, though, so either he was supposed to be there or the man had something on them that had forced those left behind into behaving.
Considering that Owen sat slumped in his chair and Tosh was frantically typing, Jack figured things were fairly normal. Especially as Ianto stood next to the coffee pot and was watching with a subtle fascination as the stranger did things with a tea bag, a cup and...things that Jack couldn't recognize right off.
He opened his mouth but the other man got there first. "You must be Captain Jack Harkness," he said as he straightened up. Jack detected a southern American accent - possibly New Orleans - and thought that the man had probably traded dressing tips with Ianto. He held out a slim hand. "Special Agent Pendergast, FBI."
Jack frowned as they shook hands. The man had a grip like steel. "FBI? Are you here with the Legal Attache from London?"
Pendergast smiled slightly. "Not...exactly, Captain. I happen to be on holiday when I came across some information that you would find particularly interesting."
Ianto caught his eye over the Special Agent's shoulder and nodded slightly - the Welshman had obviously seen or heard whatever had been brought to the Hub. It was worth checking out, at least.
"Okay, Pendergast," Jack said, turning back. He had a feeling the other man knew exactly what had just happened. "You obviously know more than I do at this point - lets fix that, shall we? Then we can get you right back on your holiday..."
"Oh, no, Captain. I think this case is going to need both your Torchwood's touch and my own unique specialization."
"And what might that be?" Gwen asked, finally speaking up.
His eyes glanced towards her and he kept smiling ever so slightly. "Ah, you might say that my abilities lie in the realm of solving more unique murders."
"Murders? But there haven't been any murders..."
"Yes, Captain, there have been," Pendergast said as he handed over a folder and a thumb drive. "It just happened when you were not looking."
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Date: 2008-07-04 03:25 am (UTC)Considering that Owen sat slumped in his chair and Tosh was frantically typing, Jack figured things were fairly normal. Especially as Ianto stood next to the coffee pot and was watching with a subtle fascination as the stranger did things with a tea bag, a cup and...things that Jack couldn't recognize right off.
He opened his mouth but the other man got there first. "You must be Captain Jack Harkness," he said as he straightened up. Jack detected a southern American accent - possibly New Orleans - and thought that the man had probably traded dressing tips with Ianto. He held out a slim hand. "Special Agent Pendergast, FBI."
Jack frowned as they shook hands. The man had a grip like steel. "FBI? Are you here with the Legal Attache from London?"
Pendergast smiled slightly. "Not...exactly, Captain. I happen to be on holiday when I came across some information that you would find particularly interesting."
Ianto caught his eye over the Special Agent's shoulder and nodded slightly - the Welshman had obviously seen or heard whatever had been brought to the Hub. It was worth checking out, at least.
"Okay, Pendergast," Jack said, turning back. He had a feeling the other man knew exactly what had just happened. "You obviously know more than I do at this point - lets fix that, shall we? Then we can get you right back on your holiday..."
"Oh, no, Captain. I think this case is going to need both your Torchwood's touch and my own unique specialization."
"And what might that be?" Gwen asked, finally speaking up.
His eyes glanced towards her and he kept smiling ever so slightly. "Ah, you might say that my abilities lie in the realm of solving more unique murders."
"Murders? But there haven't been any murders..."
"Yes, Captain, there have been," Pendergast said as he handed over a folder and a thumb drive. "It just happened when you were not looking."
Jack accepted the folder. "And you were?"
"Always, Captain Harkness, always."