A/N: Alas, the final chapter is upon us but it's a double whammy with some PC Andy love! Purely because Andy Davidson is awesome… No spoilers for Lost Souls, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I believe we have Gary Russell to thank for the fantastic quotes I've been using from 'The Torchwood Archives' at the beginning of each chapter, so they belong to him and nothing belongs to me.

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1. Cardiff's Finest

'There's a few people around Cardiff starting to talk openly about Torchwood… And I gather Gwen keeps getting asked questions by Andy Davidson.'- Captain Jack Harkness, The Torchwood Archives.

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'Oh, hi, Andy!'

'Gwen, listen, uh- you're not in a rush are you?'

'I was just heading over to Greggs actually, get some lunch for the three of us.'

'Cool, I'll walk with you.'

'Okay.'

'…'

'…'

'I, uh, I've actually been sent to talk to you, Gwen, all the guys on the force reckon I'm the one who'll get the most information out of you and I- well, I don't want to make you tell me anything, but it's been almost a month and your lot haven't been that forthcoming… I won't tell them anything you don't want me to.'

'Good, because you know I'm not going to tell you anything.'

'People need some answers, Gwen. Anything.'

'Those that need to know have been informed and warned to keep their mouths shut-,'

'I-,'

'No, I don't like having to act like this either, but you have to understand, Andy, it's necessary for what we do… It's taken care of and that's about as much as you guys down on the beat at Cardiff Police need to know.'

'And what about the public, Gwen? They should matter as much as any, I dunno, dignitaries.'

'It's the usual spiel, Andy, you've heard the news over the past few weeks- terrorist attacks, and some groups have already laid claim to the bombings, and that's better for us- hallucinogens in the water… The more rumours the better really.'

'But none of that's true is it?'

'Very shrewd, PC Davidson.'

'…'

'Look, Andy, you know I can't tell you anything. And even if I could you wouldn't believe me.'

'Try me, Gwen, cos I've seen a lot recently. Remember I helped with those sewer monster things? The whole of Cardiff can't act like they don't remember them… Oh, and that case with Jonah Bevan, I may not know exactly what went on with you and your spookie-dos' there, but… I don't think there's a lot I won't believe anymore, Gwen.'

'I'm sorry, Andy, I really am, but I can't.'

'What? Mulder got you signing the Official Secrets Act now, has he?'

'No, Muld- I mean, Jack hasn't. It's a trust thing. Very need to know basis.'

'Riiiight…'

'… Would you believe me if I said I was doing it to protect you?'

'Are you though? I've been on the beat down Chippie Alley on a Friday night and there's nothing scarier than two drunk women fighting over the last kebab.'

'What I do is a bit different to that, Andy.'

'I can learn, I'm not stupid. I just want to help, Gwen and after… Maybe you need some help.'

'We'll manage.'

'Manage better with me.'

'No, Andy, I'm not telling you.'

'… You told Rhys.'

'That's completely different and you know it. I didn't even want him to know, he found out by himself.'

'Huh… Thinking about it, I could probably just ask Rhys, what with his amazing secret-keeping skills and all that.'

'Andy…'

'Right, fine, I won't. I'm only trying to do my job here, Gwen, protect the people of Cardiff. 'S'what I was hired to do.'

'Cardiff's finest.'

'And it seems there's more to Cardiff than I ever imagined…'

'You have no idea.'

'I would if you told me.'

'…'

'…'

'So?'

'The answer's still no, Andy.'

'Well, if I'm not gonna get anything out of you… Any idea where I might find Rhys?'

'Andy!'

'I'm kidding, I'm kidding…'

'Good.'

'Or am I?'

'… Goodbye, Andy.'

'Cold shouldering me now, are you? Fair enough, I'm only trying to look out for you.'

'…'

'I'll see you around then, Gwen.'

'Yeah, see ya, Andy.'

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2. Limerick

'There was a young man from Newport,

Believed everything he was taught,

Till when he met Jack,

And got into the sack,

But by poor Gwen Cooper was caught.'- Captain Jack Harkness, The Torchwood Archives.

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'Morning Ianto.'

'Morning Gwen.'

'Any Rift alerts last night?'

'Nope, nothing, its been quiet. Bit unsettling really.'

'Almost like it shut up for us when we went to Switzerland.'

'It's been a week now though…'

'Hang on, why're we complaining?'

'Because, Gwen, having no small things come through means that pretty soon it'll be some sort of big mess of shit.'

'Ah, true…'

'…'

'Jack around?'

'Went on some mad dash up to UNIT HQ, seems to think they've got some tech they shouldn't be playing with.'

'Oh.'

'With his driving, he should be back by lunch.'

'Yeah, we wouldn't really want that mess of shit to come through without him now, would we?'

'And knowing our luck…'

'Ah, don't start, Ianto!'

'I'm only saying that-,'

'Please don't.'

'…'

'… What've you got there?'

'Oh, uh, just something I found when I was tidying Jack's desk.'

'Should you be taking that stuff?'

'Well, if someone had written poetry about you and left it lying around, wouldn't you pick it up?'

'Poetry, really? No ones ever done that for me. Not sure if I'd like Rhys to try either, he's more of an actions-over-words kind of guy…'

'I called it poetry, but it's actually pretty far removed from anything like that.'

'… Can I see it?'

'Why not?'

'…'

'…'

'Well, Ianto, it's an interesting limerick.'

'I'm not certain about some of the syntax myself, interrupts the rhythm of the piece; too many syllables I think.'

'…'

'…'

'Ianto, did you actually just analyze a limerick written by Jack about having sex with you?'

'…'

'…'

'… Can't help it, I did English at Uni.'

'That explains a lot.'

'What? What's that supposed to mean?'

'Well… You're very… well-spoken.'

'From the way that was said, I think I'm going to take it with a hint of offense.'

'I didn't mean anything by it, Ianto, I was only saying-,'

'I think you've said enough.'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'Can I have my limerick back please?'

'Ianto…'

'Gwen.'

'…'

'… I'm only messing with you, Gwen! Do you know that you're quite gullible?'

'Hey!'

'I was a little bit offended at you implying something about my masculinity though, I had to make you pay… I could've made it last much longer.'

'Sometimes Ianto, you just…'

'Yes?'

'Argh, I dunno, wipe that smug grin off your face!'

'Why should I? You paid for it, better get my moneys worth out of it.'

'…'

'…'

'…'

'So, can I have the limerick back now?'

'I don't know if I want to give it to you.'

'I do make your coffee, you know.'

'Ah right, never mess with the man who makes your coffee.'

'Your excellent coffee.'

'Yes, that… Huh, I like how Jack's written "Pure genius" underneath his poetic attempt. He sure thinks a lot of himself.'

'Tell me something I don't know.'

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A/N: And that, dear readers, is the end, finito! I'll be sad to see his project go, I've had great fun writing it. Big thanks goes out to those who have reviewed; particularly those who have reviewed every chapter, right from the beginning- I'd name names, but I'm worried about forgetting someone. Anyway, hope you enjoyed these last two chapters and…

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