Bloody Torchwood, Gwen thinks. Certainly no police, certainly no police process. Sometimes she feels that she’d give up the adventure just to regain the small amount of dignity she fears she lost when she took off her uniform.
That thought lingers in her head for fleeting seconds before she banishes it completely.
She can’t blame them, though. Chasing the creatures of nightmare and preventing world domination on the part of volatile alien races doesn’t leave much time for playing CSI. Tosh did what she could with the computers, and Owen seemed capable enough when he wasn’t nursing a hangover or God-know-what-else. Regardless of their apparent deficiency in understanding the judicial system, there wasn’t anyone out there who would argue with Torchwood’s burden of proof, or, rather, lack-thereof.
( That, and she’s not sure she wants to see Jack try to fingerprint a weevil. )
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Evidence
Verse: Open/Canon
Word Count: 439
That thought lingers in her head for fleeting seconds before she banishes it completely.
She can’t blame them, though. Chasing the creatures of nightmare and preventing world domination on the part of volatile alien races doesn’t leave much time for playing CSI. Tosh did what she could with the computers, and Owen seemed capable enough when he wasn’t nursing a hangover or God-know-what-else. Regardless of their apparent deficiency in understanding the judicial system, there wasn’t anyone out there who would argue with Torchwood’s burden of proof, or, rather, lack-thereof.
( That, and she’s not sure she wants to see Jack try to fingerprint a weevil. )
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Cut for Length
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Muse: Gwen Cooper, Torchwood
Prompt: Evidence
Verse: Open/Canon
Word Count: 439